Tag: writing
group name: talkboutit
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September 30, 2006 06:46 PM EDT --
Here's a random musing for ya....
How much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Enough for a house? A bungalow? An estate? Or just enough to create a dam? . . . more
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September 09, 2006 08:17 AM EDT --
I, Amanda, bleed to write words. I think of ink as my weapon; an olive branch in regards to the chaotic yet wonderful world we inhabit.
Lightning sparks my imagination. Thunder vibrates, shaking my creative . . . more
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September 15, 2006 06:40 AM EDT --
I watched the pilot for "The Class" last night. The show is about a group of kids who were in the same 3rd grade class, who find each other again twenty years later.
In the show one . . . more
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November 28, 2006 10:29 PM EST --
Do you remember when you were much younger and your parents would always say something to you, which was never true. Just to make you thing you did something wrong. heres an example.
You know how . . . more
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September 30, 2006 08:28 PM EDT --
I wrote this tonight after a big fight with my husband and talking about divorce. I taped it to his computer screen.
Suffocating,
leave me alone
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December 19, 2006 11:13 AM EST --
It is late, and everyone has gone to bed. I am alone in the glow of the Christmas tree and as I put the last of the glasses into the dishwasher, I take a moment to look out the . . . more
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September 26, 2006 05:40 PM EDT --
I have been on Gather for about a month now and I am really enjoying it. I have met many wonderful people, read lovely poems (and envied them). I have read scrumptious recipes, cried with many of you, . . . more
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January 05, 2007 10:57 AM EST --
Messages and Commenting
I apologize to people who send me messages that ask me to read their articles and I don’t. It is because I don’t know how to find it. If it isn’t . . . more
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May 19, 2007 09:06 PM EDT --
Two weeks ago, I went to a book signing. My friend and I were standing in line with our books waiting to be signed. Three delightful ladies were in line in front of us, with their . . . more
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October 28, 2007 09:31 PM EDT --
I wrote this a few years ago but thought I might as well share it here at Gather.
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Yesterday was the official beginning . . . more
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September 06, 2006 06:02 PM EDT --
My world I examine through scrutinous eyes
All is merely will and representation
Unabated longings of the heart
Passing through the womb of possibility
Potentiality transformed into actuality
The . . . more
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October 29, 2006 06:48 PM EST --
I am a full grown adult and I love these books, however I read in our state journal that there is a county in Georgia that is trying to get these books banned.
I don't get it. Maybe being such . . . more
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March 15, 2007 07:27 PM EDT --
Interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art.
- Susan Sontag, author and critic (1933-2004)
(or, what I see is not what you painted)
This applies as much to writing or any other art as it does . . . more
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December 29, 2006 12:54 PM EST --
Letdown
Presents opened and put away
Cookies stale and crumbled
Naked tree waiting to go back behind the basement stair
House in total disarray
Emails to answer and bills to . . . more
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December 30, 2006 01:16 PM EST --
The Colors of Life
A new year, a clean slate
Much like the rush of opening the 64 box of crayons for the first time
Or being the lucky one
To have the first swirl from the peanut butter . . . more
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October 10, 2007 10:50 PM EDT --
Back in 1964 I was 12 years old. Every weekend my parents, sister, and grandparents would take the long train ride from Brooklyn to Queens to see The New York World's Fair.
From what I remember of . . . more
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September 13, 2006 06:17 PM EDT --
He moistens his lips
Raises his brow
Masters the art
Of seducing the page
Sheds a tear for longing
Wipes his eyes with shame
Gently rubs his temples
Sacred ink stained pain
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November 26, 2006 08:57 PM EST --
I'm setting here all alone.
Don't know what to say or do.
There's things i could be doing, but don't.
why do we have to get like this.
The life of a unsatisfied mood.
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December 02, 2006 02:54 PM EST --
Have you ever tried to help someone,
and end up making them more alone?
The anger, the hurt, the pain,
You make it all your own!
You try so hard
You want to be there
nothing matters,
nothing . . . more
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November 01, 2006 09:59 AM EST --
I lurked around Gather for several months after joining. I felt intimidated by the writing skills that I saw...and I would wander back to my "other" site where people . . . more
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