This makes me want to go fishing. Long live Blake Shelton!!!!!! Thanks, RanchsauceWoman101!!🤗🇱🇷🥸🍱

All budding, aspiring, hobby, dabbling and professional writers of ENA! Just been browsing around here recently and got to hear about some posters hobbies, passions and professions and it turns out, you guys are all wordsmiths round here! I have never taken a writing class, or preformed a writing exercise. Is this the cliche one I know of? The idea is, if anyone fancies it and, I would be so curious and honoured to read what anyone might put here, but! Choose an object in the room you are currently in. Could be anything. But it has to only be an object and in the room you are currently in! And, just write away about it. Whatever you feel or see. I don’t know if this is gonna fall flat. People are busy. But! If anyone wants to give it a go, you will give me the courage and I will add mine in! Can be about any object, as long or short as you like, as detailed or non-detailed. There is no wrong or right way. I have a feeling a tumble weed might blow by on this but if no one posts I will just write one up in a few days time and add this to the archives 🤣 All the best, Lo x

I'm sharing this as a link. It is one chapter of the novel I'm currently working on. When I was younger I wanted to be an author. Writing is something I just got back into a few years ago. DISCLAIMER: If violence, drug use, swearing, prostitution and sexual content offend you, you might want to skip this one. My universe isn't a nice place where people hold hands and skip through flowery meadows. I will say though that none of it is gratuitous. Everything that happens here happens for a reason. I know the first five pages or so aren't that great. This is not a final revision. It still needs work. But in my opinion all feedback is good feedback. Comments are welcome and appreciated. This is the first time I've shared any of my recent writing on here. So it should be interesting. Thanks for looking. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1W8PtWgTDRGhh6IWCAsosMw4K76pBqIxdFn268DmM1JM/edit?usp=sharing

... My faraway, dear one, you're fading from my mind as long as I'm active, busy, creating, content with what life gave me. I can go through a day, two days, a week even- without your name drifting though my consciousness. I rejoice in the one who loves me, Comforting, committed, familial. ... Though every so often, I hear of that state on a map- yours, that place only two days of a drive, and it pulls me back to longing. Sometimes it's a glance at the sky, knowing that your time zone is one hour from mine, and you're seeing darkness while I watch the sunset. ... Sometimes it's a name- yours, hers, the child's, your town's. A song I frequently heard, during the times I ached for you. I've moved on, sweet one. It's okay, keep living your life. I'll always be here, Your 'someday' friend, whose soul loves yours. Eternally, forever.

He who writes the run on haiku poem. Never achieves inward peace and happiness.

Aaaarrrggghhhhhh Would help right now "Anger issues. You have anger issues". Ok. And? Did I have anger issues before you started telling me I had anger issues? How do you get angry with someone who is trying to make you angry? Who feels pleasure when you are angry. Even when you're not in front of them. When you're angry alone. They still see you. Happy. Being calm. "You're too calm". Being angry. "You have anger issues". You need help. Get help. Then come back. You were supposed to help me. What's going on? Google. Google. Google. Google. Porn. Alcohol. Google. Google. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Google........ search results: Gaslighting. Aaaaarrrrgggghhhhhh!!!!!

Hey man I just saw you 2009 post about numbness in penis.. I have the same thing.. Can you please tell me how is it for you now? Has it improved? And what did you do to improve?

Such a beautiful letter and so eloquently written.

I think that sometimes it's easier to express feelings and thoughts non-verbaly. Sometimes it's easier to keep a secret when you share it with the world. Sometimes stories canbetter be narated without words. And always, as long as the music plays on, you are never trully alone... This is the memory of a dream. Wanted to share it with you. Hope you enjoy! And remember: The show goes on. Always. [video=youtube_share;8xBGlZt2-R4] ]

And I have to wonder, After all the days and nights that are behind us, The seconds that turned into months; Even years have now passed. Yet here I am. My hands trembling, Just as they always do. My eyes - they struggle to meet yours. For every moment they glance upon you, My mind; It takes me to the darkest of my dreams. The night terrors, They still awaken me. At 2 o'clock when the skies are as black as my broken heart, My body forcing me to choose: Fight or flight. Natural instinct. Do I stay? Do I run? Do I risk it all for your arms around me, Do I leave for the sake of my own sanity. Lonliness may be my only comfort, When the touch of a man is more terrifying, Than the knowledge that i may never know love. The realisation sets in. I may never know love.

Trevor Something's "The Real You." Just heard this song for the first time a couple of days ago... and can SO relate! And goes back to a recent thread I created also on "being real vs. pretending." ---------- Baby, baby you're so cool But, maybe, maybe that's not you But, who cares? Do you care what they say? And you swear, you swear you're no cliche Cause you just do what you want and you act so nonchalant I wish you would share with me everything that you're feeling And you just hide it all inside Show me, show me, show me the real you I don't know why you just won't try Show me, show me, show me the real you Baby, baby you're a fool But, maybe, but, maybe I'm like you But, who cares? Do you care what they think? And you swear, you swear you're just like me Cause you just do what you want and you act so nonchalant I wish you would share with me everything that you're feeling And you just hide it all inside Show me, show me, show me the real you I don't know why you just won't try Show me, show me, show me the real you

Trevor Something's "The Real You." Just heard this song for the first time a couple of days ago... and can so relate! Baby, baby you're so cool But, maybe, maybe that's not you But, who cares? Do you care what they say? And you swear, you swear you're no cliche Cause you just do what you want and you act so nonchalant I wish you would share with me everything that you're feeling And you just hide it all inside Show me, show me, show me the real you I don't know why you just won't try Show me, show me, show me the real you Baby, baby you're a fool But, maybe, but, maybe I'm like you But, who cares? Do you care what they think? And you swear, you swear you're just like me Cause you just do what you want and you act so nonchalant I wish you would share with me everything that you're feeling And you just hide it all inside Show me, show me, show me the real you I don't know why you just won't try Show me, show me, show me the real you

In a relationship framework it may mean "I messed up because I thought you didn't like me anymore but now see that you actually like me and feel bad about this." To me it doesn't say much about the outcome because a rejuvenated Romeo is metaphorically two-sided.

Dear Reader, a little about your mind , a little about your thoughts is all you need to put yourself in a hole of never ending doubt. how it makes you feel less , how it makes you feel incomplete and how your mind rips the very chord out of you. self doubt ,suicide and dropping down to your own floor , never wanting to get up again. These are my demons , these thoughts holding me back theses dark days in a mind which is a dark sky that never seems to lighten up. How there would be a wish of just clearing it all, if it was only possible to turn a switch off in a mind strangling your very YOU and telling you how you will fail... This YOU is a mind of self doubt and restriction on possible freedom of becoming more but it makes you rip every happy , every luck and replace it with shroud and self conflict. How i would wish to find another to see thru this non stop darkness...

I feel like I’m doing time for a crime that I did not commit You know, going through emotional conflict I feel like I’m going round in circles forever reaching roads that lead to nowhere I feel so lost, I need help but when I call out no one is there So I carry on alone Because that is all I know I put on a front so my feelings don’t show I don’t want to be just another person that settles for less I’m not certain of anything so I always hold hope close to my chest Mama says I need that 9 to 5 to survive But what’s the point if it doesn’t bring happiness to my life? When I fall into a permanent sleep and I can see beyond this haze I don’t want to have wasted the beats of my heart wishing for something better every day I know I was not born to feel this much sorrow Maybe I will be better tomorrow

Great idea, love your poem.

You're masters of a word!

I have my own blog to post my writings.

Awesome...

Wow! Breath-taking thread!

THE SHOW WENT ON So in a world of “ones” and “zeroes” No place for “twos” no place for heroes Well, that’s how it goes And in a city full of strangers No queen no throne Just hold my hand so we can dance alone… And carry on – the show goes on So take me home – before it’s gone A thousand ends and still beginning Everyone scores but no one’s winning Still, we’re keeping score The show goes on and nothing changes Please stay a while Go wear your face and find a matching smile And put it on – let’s dance alone The show goes on – and then it’s gone And where it goes – nobody knows So take me home – before it’s gone Just let it go – it’s just a show We dance alone – then go back home …………………. Go with the show every night and be clever Strike a pose and be gone with the wind Go till it’s gone for it goes on forever No one got hurt no one sinned Sleep every night in your morningless places Wake every day in a new different bed For now the show goes on inside your head And there it stays – the DJ plays That famous song – we’ve danced along Take of your face – we’ll find a place To call it home – the show went on Oh! The show went on - (the show went on) ……………………… But I don’t want to go with the show, on and on, on and On, I’ll stay here waiting, dancing and dancing alone ……………………… The show went on – be brave and strong The DJ plays – his final song Inside your head – the show goes on So you can stay – but I’ll be gone Before you know –a brand new show We dance alone – then go back home (Lyrics and music are mine, G. Paloumpis [photo] does the singing) As long as music plays and people share their feelings, no one is ever trully alone! B good! [video=youtube_share;NdC0Ila2Dqs] ]

I like it. Here's mine: Roses are red, Violets are blue, you dumped me, So I hope you die a horrible death you selfish pig. It's not as eloquent but it's more direct

I always had disturbing dreams About your now faded smile Your blue eyes now turned to grey You stood there unmoving Unchanging with the seasons Your skin cold to the touch Somewhere between city escape and the boulevard of broken dreams You died inside I used to almost cave into my sorrow I tried to save you from drowning in your mind Your broken will to stay strong, too survive The darkness succumbed to all your needs I moved forward Taking with me a happier moment in time When you used to dance amongst the Suns rays Not let the rain weigh you down I take that still frame bliss with grace I now move on For you are just an old shadow on my wall Beneath the pale moonlight There was no saving you Only saving myself I broke free You no longer haunt me Written By: Lisa Ducharme

@rayfutz the forum had an image and link purge awhile back so all images and links posted before that purge were removed.. that is why no images or links to images.

I would vote for animals, or culture and architecture. But I love art and photography diversely