Last Love 

All glooms around me, I stand to reminisce our last fatal moment.

The feel of your touch, which awoke sensations never before touched, the taste of your words, the freshness of your breath still lingers; the sweet sound of you’re voice still echoes. I stand alone, recalling what now is lost, even the lifeless around me know; they understand as they have began to decay & refuse to flourish as they once did, they mock me or pity, I refuse to acknowledge, for the storm within me erupts like a volcano gushing forth its pain and anger with all its might to destroy everything within its reach, for the pain builds and subsides at its leisure beyond my control.

Pain is a futile word to describe my loss. My heart mourns, it weeps due to being distant from you. It knows to only function in one way; and that is …

being with you.

Sobia 

Originally posted on Simply Me – Last Love
————————-

Image courtesy: Rachael C Marek – Prompt

Advertisements

#authors, #creative-writing, #heart, #heart-broken, #last-love, #life, #living, #lost, #love, #lovers, #loving, #musings, #pain, #passion, #publishers, #thoughts, #writers, #writing

Scars

There’s a hidden story behind them, there’s a secret hidden pain, those deep, yet long wrinkles, that attempt to hide the scars in vain,

 her sad sunken eyes searched for someone lost in the distance, I noticed a tear tremble as she tried her best to avoid them in resistance. 

Who was it that she longed for? who was it that she searched? who could of left her so broken? Unaided as I continued to implore. 

She looked at me, as if it was her final goodbye, I held her hand to reassure her; as she began.. 

to close her eyes.

—————
Sobia 

https://simplysimplymeblog.wordpress.com/2016/05/01/scars/

#alone, #authors, #enotions, #feelings, #life, #life-experiences, #lonely, #love, #old-age, #poems, #poetry, #publisher, #reassurance, #reminders, #sadness, #scars, #thoughts, #twars, #wrinkles, #writers, #writing

Stranger 

Black arched shadow, human like, hiding in darkness, lost in black nights, escaping the fiery stars blazing a light.

Visible sometimes, only in the sun, only in the daylight.

A follower, an intruder, a stalker, unknown, follows my steps, whether quick or slow. 

Quickening my pace, breathing with all might, the ghastly figure follows, not losing my sight. 

Panting for air, oxygen, I cry, what’s happening, so quick, so fast; panic grips, sweating, cold chill drails through me, I cry, this can’t be right. 

I pause, stop, holding with a blizzard of thoughts arguing my fate. 

The sun calms its heat and rays of sunlight, 

The stranger slowly fading, whispering with warmth; 

‘set down you’re guard, I’m a friend not a foe,
my life is tied, to you’re end’.  

Lovingly You’re shadow

———————–

My blog:

 www.simplysimplymeblog.wordpress.com

Thank you 

#author, #experiences, #intruder, #life, #living, #musings, #poems, #poetry, #publisher, #shadow, #stranger, #writer, #writing-to-inspire, #writings

Shadow

A silent cry, A silent tear, with no one around to compel; see or hear.

Loneliness my companion, a strange friend indeed, eats me away within; reminding me of my deficiency.

No knock or sound except of footsteps traveling another direction, I hear, I see, but stare in hope of a familiar face, a familiar body. 

The darkness aids my enstranged friend, both mocking my surroundings, and then at me. 

I mourn at what was once mine, and now forever gone. I reminisce at the days of happiness, as I lay still, as I lay lost. 

Closing my eyes to escape, what is before me, allowing the stars, allowing the sky to envelope me, 

holding; hoping; that tomorrow; will bring a better day, a better me.

 Sobia

#author, #authors, #books-2, #creative-writer, #experience, #feelings, #life, #life-struggles, #live, #loved-ones, #musings, #pain, #painful, #poem, #poems, #poetry, #publisher, #shadow, #thoughts, #writer, #writers, #writing

The secret code to writing a best seller

Is there such a thing as a secret code to a best seller or is it a myth?

Well I decided to conduct some research to find answers and stumbled across some very interesting advice from various authors. The likes of Stephen King, Sylvia Day, Archer and Jockers (you get the idea).

‘An arresting opening line is crucial to ensnaring an audience’

I agree, absolutely spot on, it is the opening of the book and even first line which captures or ensnares the audience. Personally for me; the opening of a book is a deciding factor whether I will read further on or not. I often give the author many opportunities before I finally decide to abandon a book(which is pretty much towards the end of it).

Whilst Stephen King elaborates a little; 

‘You should focus not on plot but situation, the most interesting of which can be expressed as a ‘what-if?’ question. Go easy on the research, beware of dialogue, and remember that people love reading about work. “God knows why but they do”.

Work, hmm, maybe it’s because they would like to relate to it in a way(I think).

Another interesting piece of advice by one of the authors Jeffery Archer; 

 ‘Just make sure the reader has to turn each page, desperate to find out what happens next. It’s that easy’ – Jeffrey Archer

We all have been there, enjoyed good books and still do, where we are eager to find out, what happens next, curiosity doesn’t just kill the cat, it pretty much kills us too. 

To read the full article, click ~ The Secret code to writing a best seller

Enjoy! 

#advice, #authors, #best-seller-book, #books-2, #creative-writing, #how-to-write, #how-to-write-a-best-seller, #ideas, #musings, #publishers, #reading, #the-secret-code-to-writing-a-best-seller, #thoughts, #writers, #writing

Books 

 
Smell so refreshing, yet old at the same time. Collated in a row for the amusement of the eyes; ‘beauty is in the eyes of the beholder’ they say; yet wishing they were all mine. 

Feel so soft, so gentle, yet powerful at the same time, ink on the pages ensure a new excitement, new journey, a new vision or frame of mind. 

Caressing the books gently, lifting one at a time, which can I choose to take home to be mine. 

Mind struggles to narrow for one or two; looking eagerly from left to right, hoping, searching; for clues. 

Heart sinks at the thought of abandoning any, I gaze, I adore, incase I lose interest in any, as time ticks away; I conclude, clutching the entire bundle, reassuring that it’s the right thing to do. 

Walking away with my new collection, eager to seep through, I won’t buy anymore I assure myself, it was the best thing to do. 

For all the book lovers.

Sobia

#author, #book-lovers, #creative, #humour, #knowledge, #library, #life, #musing, #poem, #poetry, #shopping, #stories, #thoughts, #writers, #writing