No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader.

        
    She said - "I'm in love with artists with no soul, writers. You drink what they drink and never refuse a coffee. You light another cigarette hoping this will hide the shaking ."

And I.. when I write stories I am like someone who is in his own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was child, between walls and threes that are hers. 

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

Beauty

Your lips, your eyes, your soul
Are like a work of art,
The most creative thing of all
Is your beautiful heart.

If you were a painting,
No colours could express
The beauty deep inside you,
A rainbow, nothing less.

If you were a sculpture
The clay could hardly make
Your figure of an angel
Without one mistake.

If you were a euphony
No choir could really sing
All the beautiful music
Your eyes could possibly bring.

So here I am, an artist,
With inspiration beyond belief
But to capture such rare beauty,
I'd have to be a thief.
- Zlata S. Steere -

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

Gentle shyness.

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own; and from morning to night, as from the cradle to the grave, it is but a succession of changes so gentle and easy that we can scarcely mark their progress.

Please meet our new beauty boy..

One who is kind is sympathetic and gentle with others. He is considerate of others' feelings and courteous in his behavior.

He has a helpful nature. Kindness pardons others' weaknesses and faults.

Kindness is extended to all - to the aged and the young, to animals, to those low of station as well as the high.

It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. 

We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.

And we foud him.

Tender curiosity.

Sometimes the best and worst times of your life can coincide. It is a talent of the soul to discover the joy in pain—-thinking of moments you long for, and knowing you’ll never have them again. The beautiful ghosts of our past haunt us, and yet we still can’t decide if the pain they caused us out weighs the tender moments when they touched our soul. This is the irony of love.

Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed. 

 In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are spellcast. We speak in sentences that end before finishing. We sleep heavily because we need to ask so many questions as we dream alone. We bump into others and feel bashful at recognizing souls so similar to ourselves.

 The most introspective of souls are often those that have been hurt the most.

Or might the soul clone itself,create a perfect imitation
of something yet to be defined? In this way, can a reflection be altered?

But souls can't be sold. They can only be lost and never found again. 

This Side Of Paradise.

Have you ever seen  people, with so much hospitality? People so very, very peaceful, filled with love and unity..I have found these people, livin' right under my own roof, with wings that mount up like eagles, with so much aloha, so much true...And why, why don't they lie? And why don't they cry? 

I want you by my side, so that I never feel alone again.

They've always been so kind, but now they've brought you away from me..

I've never been running so far, so immense far, when will I fall into your arms?

Look at you, I am attracted to you like the sun to the moon and ill be sweeping when I touch the skin..

Is destiny playing a dirty trick on you, when you where not the one you wanted to be?

Can't you see the pain inside,over the years we can hide? How long will you be able to stand yourself,if you think no one is stopping you?

Now we should run away my friend, I can hear them tapping on the ground

Where do we wanna go?

Stoned in paradise..Shouldn't talk about it.

The End.