Sunday, January 24, 2016

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.

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