all about the process of writing

post what you last wrote, post some tips, books, etc.

It’s falling down
I’m going now
Make no sound

Let’s go another round
Around the town
Before it falls down

Wanna see the world
Reach my goals
Or meet my expectations
I wanna go
Before those feelings are vacant
And go to the cross road
meet my demons
Before my reason catch up
I mustard the energy to wake up
This world I wanna shake up
So I can’t just be here and dry up
This the second try now
Gone are the days where I cried now
So I throw the dice down
Lifes a gamble and I gotta throw down

It’s been the longest winter
And my demons on my shoulder
And I have driving in a drop top Beamer
Pedal to the floor and my kick game Liu Kang
The drip it came from the 207
Deep freeze to the essence
Where I learned about the finer things
I was tore down f*** up
But I have changed
To know the demons in me
as it come crashing down
I find it funny

Writing is my main talent and passion, trying to find a way to monetize and make a career out of it. Been thinking about starting a blog to hone my craft/compile a portfolio for future employers. Anyone have any experience with running a blog that could weigh in and give some advice? Also interested in other avenues of getting my voice out there. Thanks and much love :)

Passion blogs are a huge thing — read and look at what bymessy, purenowhere, and art hoe collective are doing.

They’re appealing to a teenager-ish age, with themes of coming to age and romance. Their sites host photography, prose, poems, videos, questionares, etc.

They accept submissions, and it becomes a big overarching brand type thing, as opposed to just a small blog covering your local sports team.

People want rock be emotionally invested, and feel connected, and feel like they relate to what’s being talked about.

Writing is such a f***ing chore

Heaven fallin so fast
Lost opportunities
Making back the cash
You got no future if it’s the past
Stay on task nigga
gotta back off the flask
No need for capes
But people still wear a mask
catch up to where they were left at
Be Careful who you laugh at
Same ones you stepped on the ones who back stab

what books have u read that talk about writing?

You told me to find myself so I found myself depressed...

Pressure make diamonds but it all came from violence
Why tf you wildin?
We’ll undermine him
Call it perfect timing

Told her i relate to her

Cause i see myself in her

your ticket to your destination
faith put in a wheel

your ticket to your destination
a non guaranteed return

your ticket to your destination
sit and be aware

this is the closest you'll get to heaven

I'm nervous

"Oh... okay. Yeah, that's fine. I didn't realize you were working, sorry."

The tone of her voice this time around was the complete opposite of the first time she spoke, soft with a hint of disappointment. After she came to the realization I was at work, she immediately became considerate of what I was doing. I was glad that she called, but I didn't tell her that. Not because I didn't want to, I just think it would've been a little bit weird considering it was the second time that we've spoken to each other. I didn't want to give her any signals, be it good or bad. The next few hours at work were quite daunting, as I was struggling to focus after the situation that happened earlier. I was thinking about her too much, it was distracting. There were times where I'd been distracted in the past because of a female figure, I mean it's more or less a given, but something was different about it with Monica. I took a deep breath and looked around my office and I... started talking to myself. Yes, talking to myself is something I tend to do when I'm struggling with things. Shortly after my 'me' time, I leave my office and decide to check on a couple of my employees,

"John? Where are you going?

Bad b****, big ass titties
Lil b****, still big ass titties

Another one im super proud of is

Why does gas rhyme with ass?
Because my s*** blast

great read plz post more

Date: 2020
Location: The O3
Performer: Drake

It's pouring rain on the stage but he doesn't even care, no one does. Today, he's wearing an exclusive Scorpion tour vest, made of extinct Scorpion chitin imported from Africa by OVO's image director, Mellany Sanchez. He's a little buzzed off the Virginia, but it's okay; he's used to it.

The first verse of No Tellin ends and the beat switches.
Everyone simultaneously puts their hands in the air and forms the 6 sign almost as if Drake forced them to with telekinesis. Time slows down, and rain drops appear to fall slower as Drake raps each word to No Tellin. The crowd hyper-focuses on Drake. Egos, opinions, pride, none of it matters right now in this moment of pure vulnerability. For once in mankind's history, everyone understands each other and is connected spiritually. Drake paces back and forth across the stage with his head lowered in an aggressive manner and stops in the middle. He points his finger out to the crowd, looks up at the sky, and raps the final words. "Oh my, Aint no tellin"...

The beat rocks out and the sea of fans wave their 6 hand signs back and forth. Some put their hands together in typical praying hands fashion and pray to the 6 God for forgiveness. Several woman in the crowd are impregnated without ever touching Drake An unfortunate few are unable to comprehend what they're experiencing and faint; fortunately, their OVO sweaters cushion the fall.

Not sure if this is the correct thread for it, if there is a better one please point me in the right direction, but I want to improve my writing. I've restarted my journal and trying to improve my entries while in lockdown, while also reading as often as I can to improve my vocabulary and become a better writer.

What about the vibe and the time that we had
I don’t wanna feel alone I dont really like that
You’re not picking up the phone and you couldn’t write back
In another nigga’s home and you getting sidetracked
Sippin on patron
Prolly digging yo back out
11pm you prolly passed out
You was letting me in you know what that’s bout
And now we cannot be friends
And that’s a fact now
Feel like I crashed out
took a win took a lose
Crown to the face will forgive what you are
Life turned to dark
It appears that I’m marked
And my prayers up to God to forgive where I’m wrong

Mademoiselle, only time will tell how well this storm blows over

Don’t you wish you could show them how you feel? They’d know it’s all too real...

Mademoiselle, only time will how well my mind comes out of this hell I fell into

I fell in too

Started doing this as an avenue two years ago, I love how often I seem to have something to write on

Damn shame it’s usually something negative lmao

Writing down the bones is a good one

Huge thanks 🙏🏾 will order this soon!

read if on a winters night a traveler by italo Calvino

all you need to know in a fun story

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