She’s not a real writer
There's no art to her words
No structure to her poems
No variety in her stories
She tells of the same struggles
Struggles with love
Struggles with anxiety
Struggles with depression
Struggles with mental health
Struggles with writing ( just like this)
Struggles with achieving dreams
Not that vivid
Not must to imagine
Not that interesting
She has to find her creativity
If she wants to become a real writer
A real poet
A real creator
Changes their voice
Takes their readers on a journey
She just tells them about the journey in few words
Not a real writer with the same sad story
About the Creator
L.I.E
Hey, I'm Emily! Thanks for reading. Hope you read something that inspires you. Or something that you find relatable.
The Dryads are Calling
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooperabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Never shape your writing to others' expectations. If you put words to a page, you're a writer. An artist of diction. :) Be unapologetically the writer you are.
Sometimes you don't need many words, sad but well expressed, big hugs