I have this overwhelming desire to write. Naturally, I will write from the heart, which I imagine is the first step to being successful at writing. I am writing for myself but also would like to be published. Therefore, I am just wondering if there is some formulas to writing that make a work more publishable than others.
- The Lady Amalthea

She’s a falling star
The rising sun,
she awaits her love
She dreams of the one
Who will catch her tears,
who will steal her heart
who will answer her prayers
even when they’re apart.
‘oh this fairy tale love of theirs

I’m stuck and i can’t think of what i want to write.
i just need some idea’s to get me started again.
I was thinking something along the lines of:
“She’s a rising tide,”
“a falling….”
- PsychoSocial

I’m writing a fantasy novel, and there is a person who is stabbed in the heart. Now I know that normally a person would die, but in this case there is a substance on it that instantly heals the heart. How quickly would this substance need to connect to the heart before it’s too late. Does this seem too far fetched to you?
- JP

You’ve read through what you’ve written—your first few scenes, your first chapter, your completed novel—and you’ve discovered that your words don’t move you. They don’t make you want to keep reading. They don’t make you laugh or cry. If writing is bleeding on the page, well, you might have scratched yourself, but you don’t need a transfusion. And you don’t know what went wrong.

When you started writing, did you know what story you were telling? This is trickier than it sounds. You might have known your characters, you might have known your world, and you might have known your plot…but even with this much planning done, it’s entirely possible that you had not yet located your deep layer, the heart of your story, the engine that drove you to write it in the first place.

Odds are very good you did not know your theme.

Your theme is nothing more and nothing less than the heart of a novel. It is not a grade-school exercise in tedium, that single droning sentence you wrote that told your reader what you were going to tell him. In a novel, your theme is a living, vibrant, critical thing. It is your particular passion in this particular novel summed up in a handful of words. It is what you need to say.

Need. That’s the critical thing in a theme. If you’re writing novels, if you are doing something this complex and challenging, you’re doing it because something in you needs to write. You have something to express, some particular point of view, some set of life experiences, some driven hunger that you must put down on paper. You NEED. And you need to say what you need.

Maybe it is: In spite of having survived heartbreak, I believe in true love. Or: I believe good can triumph over greater evil. Or: If I were King of Everything, this is the way the world would be.

Your plot is the map of your story. Your theme is the map of your soul, and it is where your characters will find their direction, their flaws, their hungers, and their own passions. They only breathe with your breath, and they only bleed with your blood. Your plot may be Boy Meets Girl, Boy Loses Girl, Boy Gets Girl, but your theme—your take on the world based on your life, your own hopes and aspirations, your own beliefs—might be Chubby Bald Guy Deserves the Love of a Wonderful Woman.

You have themes in you. You’ve built them from love and courage, but you’ve built them from anger and fear, too. You live with them every day, when you’re muttering that argument you had with your spouse or colleague, designing better comebacks; when you’re watching the boss cheat someone and you’re getting furious about it; when you’re watching a disaster and telling yourself, Someone could have prevented that; when you’re hearing the latest political garbage and thinking, This is not the way the world should be.

I could do this better. I WOULD do this better.

And so you write.

You have rich, powerful, compelling, passionate themes boiling inside you. You have something worth saying. Now you just need to know how to figure out what it is, and how to get it on the page.

In Part II: How To Find Your Novel’s Pulse, you’ll learn how to identify your themes, and figure out which are worth pursuing.


- Holly Lisle

I have a bad case of writers block!

I need to show you what it means to be who you are,
I’ve been living a lie and I want to make things right.
You see my heart separates every time I let you in,
So now look at me and tell me where should I begin.

I am a maniac who is in his right mind,
So tell me how can I leave myself behind.
I smoke, I drink, I try and be someone I’m not,
Cause in the end, it’s the only god damn thing I’ve got.

I have my girlfriend she is losing time,
She’s dwelling on me when I was in my prime,
Well today I sit before the jury of a court of loneliness,
That’s right I am on trial for taking to the rest.

Hey love affair wont you sing me to sleep,
I want to see what I’m like in my dreams.
Will any mirror reflect my own face,
I figure it out, am I really such a disgrace.

I hurt, I bleed, and I have seen everything,
So what makes the difference between you and me.
I guess I can admit that in this world I mean nothing,
I can’t wait till you relies this to.
- ØFFAFØ (SPREAD THE LOVE)

Silence Is A Poetry

Silence is a poetry, not a prose.
One sound of silence rhymes with
Every other sound of Silence.
Silence is a poetry.

Life Is A Poetry

Life is a poetry.
Days rhyme with days,
Nights rhyme with nights,
Sea splashes rhyme with each other.
Baby cries rhymes with each other.
Summers rhyme with summers.
Winters rhyme with winters.
Heart beats rhyme with each other.
Life is a poetry.
- Alex N

I am writing a short story for my english class and i need help
it has to start with the sentence ‘My mouth was dry and my heart beat so hard that i thought it would burst from my chest’.
I cant think of what subject to write about and it has to be 2 and a half to 3 A4 (foolscap) pages long. any help would be appreciated.
- nikita p

I’m in a rut, writers block for awhile now. Here us one of my old poems. I’d appreciate constructive crticism and/or suggestions on how to cure this block.

I’ve painted a picture
Of my soul
In ink,
In blood,
My sweat,
My tears.
A collection
Of morbid thoughts
Gathered over the years.

This is my poetry

A record of sleepless nights,
The battle of innocence,
Against the longing for knowledge.
The pain of deception.
The rage from betrayal.
Random words of boredom
Or my heart
Sewn back together
With metaphors

This is my poetry

When I couldn’t find
An ear to listen
Or a shoulder
To cry on
I cried ink.

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- me

i write poetry from my heart and i have been for several years now i think i dsesreve something for my creativity
- callie.a2007