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Rising from Ashes: From candlelight dreams to city skyscrapers. Content Warning.
Once upon a time in a small village nestled between rolling hills and lush green fields, there lived a young boy named Ravi. He came from a humble and impoverished family, where each day brought new challenges and struggles. Despite the hardships, Ravi possessed an unwavering determination to break free from the cycle of poverty and make something meaningful out of his life.
By White Wolf2 years ago in Writers
Tears of winter
Winter tears fall, as if the sky is crying again. A cold wind blows, snow flies, and the sky darkens. The tears in winter are not tears of sadness, but tears of beauty, tears of desire, tears of change. Winter tears are caused by the cold weather. It freezes when it hits the ground, turning into a layer of smooth ice. Each tear represents the pressure of time and reflects the cold and bitter wind. These tears dry up over time, a reminder of winter's challenges and hardships. But winter's tears are not just tears of sadness. It also represents the beauty of time. Falling from the sky, they sparkle like diamonds, reflecting the light of the moon or the warm colors of the street lights. Each tear brings a subtle magic that transforms the world into a winter wonderland. With its simple yet simple patterns, Tears of Winter creates stunning landscape patterns, transforming ordinary situations into beautiful ones. The tears of winter awaken the human desire for warmth and light. The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting longer, and the soul is darkening in the absence of the sun. The tears that were shed seemed to reflect this longing, as if for the return of spring and the healing it would bring. It shows people's desire for better days, the warmth of the sun on the skin, and the blossoming of life in the changing years. "Tears of Winter" is a reminder that even in dark times, there is a glimmer of hope for a new look at websites. In the darkness and longing of Winter's Tears, there is something different. The tears that fall from heaven are not only tears of sorrow, but tears of release and growth. They wipe away the remnants of the past and clear the land to prepare it for a new life in the spring. Winter's tears nourish the foundations of life and fertilize the seeds that lie dormant in the frozen ground. It is a catalyst for change, a catalyst for letting go of old bonds and embracing new beginnings. Winter tears, although often associated with darkness and cold, carry emotion and meaning. They represent beauty, desire and the changes of time. It reminds us of the balance of joy and sorrow, and the importance of embracing all aspects of the human experience. Winter's Tears teaches us to find comfort in darkness, to appreciate the fleeting beauty of life, and to believe in the transformative power of tears. In short, "The Beginning of Winter" is a poetic representation of the nature of the season. They represent the darkness and beauty that winter brings, and the longing for warmth and hope for change. These tears are a reminder of the hardships and challenges we face today, a sign of hope and renewal. Winter's Tears teaches us to find beauty in darkness, to celebrate our hope for better days, and to embrace the transformative power of tears.
By Kayla walker2 years ago in Writers
How A Car Accident Made Me A Poet
Looking back on it now, with hindsight and the kind of time that living through a global pandemic allows, I finally was able to look back on the last six years of my life. Reanalyzing your life is a difficult process. While things are happening and the beat is moving and you’ve got fire under your heels there is no time to turn around or to try and see where your choices will lead you. Sure, some folks have that level of hindsight but I’ve never been one to wait around and study how things would turn out. Well I used to be, there was a time when I was a young lost twenty year old and all I did was plan, plan, plan. Instead of doing or just picking up the baseball bat and taking a swing, I would pace around my basement apartment and daydream. I built up an entire dimension of what could be but I never pulled the trigger.
By Damian Rucci2 years ago in Writers
Of Passion and Pleasure
This past year has been an incredibly stressful one. And, yes, that is in comparison to the absolute and unforgiving hell-scape we all felt during 2020! That's because my dad passing away was only a small part of that equation, believe it or not. It was definitely the catalyst that seemed to start a horrifying downward, emotional spiral for me.
By Taylor Rigsby2 years ago in Writers
Online Publishing platforms . Content Warning.
Online publishing platform and there are several alternatives that cater to writers, bloggers, and content creators. Keep in mind that the popularity and features of platforms can change over time, so it's a good idea to check the latest reviews and updates. As of my last update, here are some alternatives to Medium:
By Rasheed Allen2 years ago in Writers
On Poetry and its Purpose. Top Story - December 2023.
Part 3 in my 'writing' series. Find Part 1, here and Part 2, here. In our popular culture of carefully curated spectacles that we consume from the side-lines, poems are not spectacles, neither can they be observed passively. Carefully curated, yes. Spectacles, no. A conversation could never be a spectacle. Poems demand an exchange of electrical currents through the daily, mundane, abused, and ill prized medium that is language. The force that is used for deception, as often as it used for revelation. Through the tactile material things - the baseball bat in your dad’s trunk, the oar floating away from a boat, the unused spoon in your kitchen drawer, or the space where once your grandfather’s favourite willow tree stood forty feet tall. The bat becomes a lost passion, the oar/your dreams, the spoon/an opportunity and the tree/now a drum soundtracking the memories you never had. The language that is an old vehicle, fuelled with familiarity, arriving at destinations further than it has travelled, always having more to mean than it has to say.
By Mesh Toraskar2 years ago in Writers
Plugging Sheepishly
Hi all, I am now taking the leap to share my first YA novel; " Tea With Nanny". Promoting others is always easier than promoting myself. It's available on under my previous surname, Andrea Simmons. My grandmother urged me to complete this story which I began years ago in a creative writing course. Years later, after she passed on, I gave it a go. It's a piece from my heart; I learned a whole lot about writing and hiding under my bed waiting for feedback. Like fine wine, our writing improves with age, ( unless it's from a box), of course.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Writers
