I know, I write weird things. I always do. Since, I have allow myself to dip into my own imaginations. I have began to form pictures like this. I don't know, if all these will touch your souls or not. I ain't aspire to touch anyone's soul. I am in search of the depthness of my own soul. How can anyone aspire to touch anyone's soul, when they have no inner sense of self realizations, when they've been feeling no inspiration inside, when thay don't know, why they're living the odd kind of life, when their inner self is already detached.
When they're posting things only getting the maximum amount of likes, comments and followers, means indirect phrase, I am getting here is, "give me attention, don't criticize me, but I can criticize anyone, I want to, in any ways, the ways I want to" . I hate people, so much, who try to become only good, when in reality their inner self is being rotten everyday. The people do things to get only attention, and when you let them know their faults, they become the most stinkiest creatures. Everyone wants to know the truth, but, then you hate the soul, who tells you the truth. So, how you can claim yourself as soul searcher?
How they can claim themselves as other personas' soul searcher? I know, not all comes in this groupings, but, how and why people inforce the idea of adjoin other peoples' souls, especially on social media? I want to let you meet along with my writings by not aiming to reach to your souls. I just want to know, is there anyone, who have similitude sort of ideas, like I do. Yes, I am too rough. 🤗💖😍 #creative#creativewriting#creativewritingsociety#instacreative#instacreatives#write#writes#writethevision#writeabook#instawrite#writeordie#writergram#writeoff#writersconnection#write_on#writeaway#writeitdown#writemore#writeyourownstory#writeup#writewritewrite#writetolive#writenow#writeup#writeyourheartout#writeeverydamnday#writestuff#writesomething#writesofinstagram#writesagram#shewrites
"The Drug Song" a.k.a. "I Want My Love Right Now." #process#granbelfisher#lifeanddeath#writeordie If you or someone you know is in pain and need help Check out the numbers below: FOR HELP FOR YOU OR A LOVED ONE click or call the numbers below:
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1-800-999-9999 National Directory of Hotlines and Crisis Intervention Centers
1-800-662-HELP Drug and Alcohol Rehab/Treatment Referral Service
1-800-356-9996 Al-Anon & Alateen crisis line
1-800-COCAINE National Cocaine Hotline, 24-hour counseling and referral
1-800-9-HEROIN National Heroin Hotline
1-888-MARIJUA National Marijuana Hotline
1-800-273-TALK National Suicide Prevention Lifeline
1-800-WORKPLACE Drug-Free Workplace Help
"Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and old lang syne?" It's the middle of June, 108 degrees in the sun, my usual 3 day growth had turned into a 3 week beard, and I'm walking in faded T-shirt, tattered khakis, in my swim shoes while listening, on repeat, to Lou Rawls singing "Auld Lang Syne" in acapella. Robert Burns is one of my favorite poets, though the his old Scottish dialectic requires a little work from the modern reader to fully understand. I'm thinking about old friends and old lovers. I'm thinking about Lee, my best friend and bloodless brother for 3 decades. We haven't spoken in 6 years. Shit happens...right? I heard an old friend I hadn't spoken to in awhile was pregnant. So I texted her happy mother's day on Mothers Day. It was nice talking with her again. Last Sunday, on fathers day, she wished me a happy fathers day. It's that easy to keep a friendship going. But some acquaintences are best forgotten and never brought to mind, though I can't forget them and can't get them off my mind. When I kill myself I will be listening to Lou Rawls sing Old Lang Syne. I could never put into words how I feel better than Burns has already done in his poem. "We'll take a cup of kindness yet for auld lang syne."*
To make a great film you need three things—the script, the script, and the script.
-Alfred Hitchcock. Back to rewriting for the umpteenth time. It’s almost ready 🤗 #screenwriter#writeordie#DatingGames 👩🏽💻
"Flying So Blindly" #granbelfisher Gran Bel Fisher #process#lifeanddeath#writeordie
This goes out to all those in pain. Thoughts of suicide? can't go on? tell those closest to you and or seek professional help immediately. The answer might just be connection for you or even the right song. Sometimes we just have to get something off our chest from our hearts. Take a step back. Don't be scared. It all ends up there. Squeeze every second out of this experience. Make it last. Always push forward one more time towards the light of this world. We are here. All of us. Together. "Fight for your right to Party" - the Lightslinger
Admiration to the men who raised me
And I’m not talking about my father
Or my tios
Or mi hermanó
I’m talking about the men
Who loved me
Who honored my temple
Worshipped me at my feet
Who poured love and gold
In between the cracks
Who held space
While I shared my horror stories
Of abuse and dismay
Who begged me to love
Who reminded me of beauty
And all its glory
Who acknowledged my
Wisdom & strength
And to the ones
who never judged
Weren’t afraid of my independence
Never felt the need to belittle
To the men who write songs
The ones who dare to
Look me straight into
How strong I am
They look within
The well of sorrow
In my core
Into the depths of my being
“Oh how lovely
You are” 🖤
It drives me crazy to see women knock other women down. The code should be to always have each others back. Rule #76 Don't tattle tale on your gender. I realize you shouldn't on anyone but I see it too often in the work place. Women trying to make other women look bad to climb the ladder. It's disgusting and is just proof of poor character. Lets please support one another. There isn't any reason not to. Please tag a woman you stand behind and let her know got her back.
@justcallmemolls @amberhart3576 @jcsbair @_evelynjr @rae_venish
⠀ She is an actress. It’s not a profession. It’s just that she has that magnetic look that she has been masterly using since she was 3. You smile silly watching her. She looks like angel, and you are a creep. She is curious, and hence often carelessly violent. She is deferent every day. Every poet tried to warn you, but no one listened. You are not killed yet, but shot deathly. All her words are just lines in an improvised scenario.
She is gonna be always jealous about every part of your life where she didn’t act. She lives in an imaginary world where others play B roles and don’t get an Oscar for it. It’s an unwished inborn gift, that can’t be erased from DNA or be treated at the psychologist’ session.
⠀ 🇷🇺Женщина - актриса. Это не профессия. Это уже в 3 года она кокетничает и гипнотизирует тебя той искоркой незабываемых глаз из под пушистых ресниц. И на твоём лице глупая улыбка.
Она же ангел. Бессердечный, когда любопытно. А любопытно почти всегда. Каждый день разная.
Всякий поэт старался предупредить тебя, но кто же слушает. Выстрел и ты уже там. Пока ещё ранен, но уже скоро убит.
Все ее слова - строчки из сценарная, импровизация, конечно же. Это ведь дар от природы. В сущности, это просто как много лет на героине, бросить невозможно.
И она будет ревновать тебя ко всему, где она не играла свою роль. Фильм, книга, другая актриса... эта женщина живет в мире, который фильм, где все кроме неё играют второстепенные роли и не получают за них Оскары.
Странный дар, который не выкинуть из ДНК и не вылечить у психолога.