• wnq-writer •
You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfume...
She wrote, wrote and she wrote.. until her heart throbbed on paper.
It’s hard to breathe and I can’t write like I want to. This sadness is taking over and I don’t know what to do. I can’t control the urges an...
my words are too loud for my mind, but too soft for the world to hear; so i write them instead.
Writing things you don’t want to say but you want others to hear.
Anything you write can be poetry, if you feel the ache while you spill your messy thoughts.
Perhaps I’m nothing but a lonely girl with a pen and a wandering mind.
I will write that book, I promise. It will tell a story, even though I’m the worst story teller ever. And between the vulnerable and brave w...
Everyone thinks you write about them, except that one person you write about.
I fell in love with the way you entered a room like both April and May — coming in out of the cold with the promise to grow flowers in t...
I wrote poetry about you and you didn’t give a damn about me.
I write in darkness because my words are the only thing that can glow.
We can destroy what we have written, but we cannot unwrite it.
I think I understand now why so many artists create out of a place of sadness. Pain is one of the most powerful emotions a soul can feel, an...
I beg you to promise me this: If I ever hurt you, don’t preserve me in your heart and let it pain. Pour me out, paint me down, punish my mem...
It’s not what you did, it’s what you’ve done. I’ve tried to repair, but my parts are rusted together, welded into incorrect positions. When ...
I write so that the universe may hear my voice.
I write to excise my demons. Some are mine. Some are yours. It does not matter which ones are which. To me, they are one and the same.
The world has many problems and somehow I feel responsible. That’s why I write.