Nobody turns left.
That is what I've learned.
People always follow the crowd
And the crowd always goes
Right.
And it's for this reason I have learned to venture left.
Because going left means being
Me.
And if that leads me to being
the outcast
Or the lonesome soul that everyone's
Worried about...
Then I'm okay with that.
Because I've learned to go
Left.
I have pain of painted on my face.
Put there by one all too skilled
At this dance of misery.
And it is you.
Your fingertips brushed to colors together.
Black.
Blue.
Black.
Blue.
I have scars on my heart.
Placed there by someone who has none.
And it is you.
Your fingernails rip at me.
Tearing down the walls I had built.
Brick
By
Brick.
I have dispare in my eyes.
There because of none other than the one responsible for it all.
And it is you.
Their once blue tint is masked
By one of dark melancholy.
Sucked out,
Glance
By
Glance.
I have scars on my arms.
And for once they aren't put there by someone else
For once it's no ones fault.
No ones but
She once knew my name.
She once called out to me and
We laughed together.
She once recognized my face.
She once would see and a smile
Would spread across her face.
We once were inseparable.
We once were bound together by
A force so unbreakable that
Tidal waves would stop short
To bask in our love.
She doesn't know my name.
She doesn't call out to me.
She doesn't recognize my face.
She doesn't see me and smile.
I know her name
I call out to her.
I recognize her face.
I see her and smile.
I see her every day.
She sees a stranger.
I'll cry when she's gone.
And she won't know.
I cannot sleep.
The soothing static sound of your voice
Haunts me in the night.
Your loving words flick on and off
On a white screen in my mind.
I cannot sleep.
I cannot eat.
For you are the only thing I crave,
The worst food poisoning
From the best meal.
I try and tell myself it's not worth it,
But the thought of you with someone
Better keeps me at it.
I cannot eat.
I cannot think.
Your image flashes through
My mind every time I blink,
And though I try to stop it
Nothing works.
Your features fuel my insanity.
I cannot think.
I cannot move.
I lay here like my heart no longer beats,
Like my joints no longer bend,
And here I am
Content in my m
Nobody turns left.
That is what I've learned.
People always follow the crowd
And the crowd always goes
Right.
And it's for this reason I have learned to venture left.
Because going left means being
Me.
And if that leads me to being
the outcast
Or the lonesome soul that everyone's
Worried about...
Then I'm okay with that.
Because I've learned to go
Left.
I have pain of painted on my face.
Put there by one all too skilled
At this dance of misery.
And it is you.
Your fingertips brushed to colors together.
Black.
Blue.
Black.
Blue.
I have scars on my heart.
Placed there by someone who has none.
And it is you.
Your fingernails rip at me.
Tearing down the walls I had built.
Brick
By
Brick.
I have dispare in my eyes.
There because of none other than the one responsible for it all.
And it is you.
Their once blue tint is masked
By one of dark melancholy.
Sucked out,
Glance
By
Glance.
I have scars on my arms.
And for once they aren't put there by someone else
For once it's no ones fault.
No ones but
She once knew my name.
She once called out to me and
We laughed together.
She once recognized my face.
She once would see and a smile
Would spread across her face.
We once were inseparable.
We once were bound together by
A force so unbreakable that
Tidal waves would stop short
To bask in our love.
She doesn't know my name.
She doesn't call out to me.
She doesn't recognize my face.
She doesn't see me and smile.
I know her name
I call out to her.
I recognize her face.
I see her and smile.
I see her every day.
She sees a stranger.
I'll cry when she's gone.
And she won't know.
I cannot sleep.
The soothing static sound of your voice
Haunts me in the night.
Your loving words flick on and off
On a white screen in my mind.
I cannot sleep.
I cannot eat.
For you are the only thing I crave,
The worst food poisoning
From the best meal.
I try and tell myself it's not worth it,
But the thought of you with someone
Better keeps me at it.
I cannot eat.
I cannot think.
Your image flashes through
My mind every time I blink,
And though I try to stop it
Nothing works.
Your features fuel my insanity.
I cannot think.
I cannot move.
I lay here like my heart no longer beats,
Like my joints no longer bend,
And here I am
Content in my m
There are words hidden beneath my fingernails.
Twisting, aching,
I can taste them between ravenous teeth,
Ripping from root to stem, swallowing and retching,
Only to push back again.
I have horrors scratching behind my eyes.
Visible only in the blurs of sideways glances,
Inching closer in the silence of a crowded room,
Mocking their prey in a parody of stillness.
There is abuse etched into my bones.
Each step and crack and jolt brushing carvings against hidden flesh.
Ripping apart all semblance of stability,
Forcing deeper the needle points of truth within each memory.
I have rage queued under my breath.
Drawn tight, taut, waiting to strike
Writing Emotions VISUALLY by OokamiKasumi, literature
Literature
Writing Emotions VISUALLY
Writing Emotions VISUALLY
"What is ...VISUAL writing?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-- Visual writing is when the reader can SEE your story unfolding in their imaginations just like a movie.
* Non-visual: It was a dreary day.
* Visual: Icy rain slithered down the window glass from an iron gray sky.
This is more commonly known as SHOWING vs. TELLING.
* Telling: It was a dreary day.
* Showing: Icy rain slithered down the window glass from an iron gray sky.
"What's wrong with just...Telling them?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
-- The problem lays with Reader interpre
When writing a Horror story, one must begin with a Monster. The most terrifying of course, are the ones you don't notice, or refuse to notice. The ones right next to you.
"The most dangerous werewolves are the ones that are hairy on the inside."
-- A Company of Wolves
Making a MONSTER
Think, who are the people that walk right up to you every day and you let them?
Your neighbors
Your co-workers
Your friends
Your lover
Your parents
Your siblings
Your children
Now imagine if one of them was a man-slaughtering or even man-eating Monster?
In reality, it happens all the tim