Why Writers Struggle To Find Their Process - Brendan Walsh

The inky sky pours in gradually,

Silver stars mingle casually,

fuoco has left a stain on this land,

Trace the blackened ground with one hand,

Been a while, but I remember,

da waning light, a glowing ember

Fades out in silence, into dust,

Until the breeze will leave it crushed.

My frame, a statue, barely breathing,

As the wisps of smoke are leaving,

Now, my muscles start to thaw,

And heat from ashes leaves them raw,

I catch myself before my landing,

For as long as I've been standing,

I've stared out at a ruined nation,

Now I walk with trepidation.

The Man With No Eyes Collection (4): Lately



I thought I Lost te before te even left me.

That’s the message that your cloudy gaze sent me,

And now it’s become a glistening bubble of a memory.

Is it possible te regret me?

Is it possible that I’m empty?

Why else would I awake to find no one here except me?

Won’t anyone accept me?

My true face, not the stunning mask of the beautiful, bereft me?

Haunted riches; is it worth being wealthy?

The creeping outside my doors; they’re gonna get me.

And once they finish chopping me up, they’re gonna set me,

Ablaze, and then they’ll just forget me.


A più grim tone and disorganized format were intentional for this one. Funny enough, the titolo was the hardest part here. Trying to sum up this poem in just a word was difficult, but I think I found a good fit.

I have always been amazed da animated Film and comicbooks just because they both a great way to tell stories and the art usually looks amazing.

What i want to do is to create something that speaks to kids o teens just like the Disney Film and comicbooks did to me as a kid and thats why i´m trying to write a book and i´m going to try and get that published.

I really admire people who succed with Scrivere a book,drawing comics o anything like that and i really hope that i can be one of them some day.

Normally, this style just isn't me, but I feel like I needed to release all of my wrath, turning it into sadness, eventually.

So, I'm not an emo poem writer, but I just wanted to pubblica this piece I literally just wrote.

I am broken
There's no one left to fix me.
All hope is lost
There's so much I will never be.

I am broken
My world has been shattered.
All hope is lost
I am nothing, destroyed and battered.

I am broken
The world around me falls apart.
All hope is lost
There is no chance for a new start.

I am broken
I have been left here on my own.
All hope is lost
There's no one else; I am here alone.

I am broken
The pain is too much for me to bare.
All hope is lost
In the end, the others just don't care.

I was broken
No tears remain in my fearful eyes.
All hope is gone
My world ended with nothing but lies.

Shaun

I watched two little girls playing, watching one in particular. She reminded me painfully of Serena. The little girl pulled her friend to her feet and ran towards a woman that I recognized.

It was her. At first I was sure I was halluncinating.

Her dark hair was a little longer than I had seen it last. She was wearing a black pencil gonna and a deep blue blouse. She looked happy as the girl ran up to her.

She hugged the little girl. Their hair was the same colour.

I watched numbly as Serena looked at the child with unfathomable Amore as she told her something.

Serena looked up at me, pain and shock evident on her face.

te couldn't and wouldn't,
ask for anything more.
Now all te want,
is to be able to rest.
For your famliy to be happy.
te wish te could help them,
through the pain,
but te can't,
te can only watch,
from the sky.
te can only watch them cry.
Hearts are now broken.
But your love,
is forever out spoken.
For twith out you,
there'd be no hope,
for those to come.
te put the doctors one step closer,
to finding the cure.
te may be just another person to them,
but to me your so much more.
Your one in a million,
your unequie.
I have just one più thing to say.
Plaese rest now.
Rest now and sleep.
May heven bring te happiness and peace.