How sweet the sound that roused her from
A light and fitful sleep.
So clear and bright and dear and warm
A voice that knew her deep.
As inviting as a cold night’s fire
It reached out for her hand
It knew of her heart’s desire
From another land.
The voice it sang out in the dark
As she listened in delight
It sang of comfort and wild larks
In a realm free of blight.
Tis a world of pain and sorrow
That you dwell in now
It drinks your blood and sucks your marrow
It carves lines upon your brow.
Do you think you’ll truly be
At peace with yourself here?
Come with me and you shall see
Utopias of no tears.
Alas! Y
How sweet the sound that roused her from
A light and fitful sleep.
So clear and bright and dear and warm
A voice that knew her deep.
As inviting as a cold night’s fire
It reached out for her hand
It knew of her heart’s desire
From another land.
The voice it sang out in the dark
As she listened in delight
It sang of comfort and wild larks
In a realm free of blight.
Tis a world of pain and sorrow
That you dwell in now
It drinks your blood and sucks your marrow
It carves lines upon your brow.
Do you think you’ll truly be
At peace with yourself here?
Come with me and you shall see
Utopias of no tears.
Alas! Y
How to Start and Stay Writing by illuminara, literature
Literature
How to Start and Stay Writing
I recently solicited my watchers to ask me writing questions that I would then attempt to answer in a writing guide such as this. This article is my first response, and there will be many more to come.
I've been asked to give advice on ways a writer can begin to put words on a page. The bottom line is as simple as this: sit your butt down and write.
Duh, right? It's the only way I know to actually write.
Sure, sitting your butt in a chair is easy, but getting your fingers to move and stay moving is a challenge. Here are three things that have helped me.
1) Have a goal.
Your goal can be as simple as "describe the person in this picture" o