I know that I don’t know – Poem

You see, he said, I know

you are a beautiful flower.

And sometimes I hold you so tight

almost crushing you.

And sometimes I don’t feed you with days

almost starving you to death.

Don’t ask me why. I don’t know myself.

Am I a fool not to keep you safe?

Or am I naive thinking you will always be around?

I never know what the right answer is.

But I know that I don’t know.

 

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Win or Lose?

In some days we lose but we don’t think of the things we have gained. And in the days we win, we don’t think of what we are losing.

There will always be a day when we realise some of those things but unfortunately, sometimes it is too late.

However, some of us are lucky enough to understand the order of how the world works. We appreciate the moment and we love strongly, deeply and irrationally. At the same time, we can hurt as much but the pain is irreversible. 

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Wordsmith – Poem

The art of words

Is what makes your blood boil,

your heart pumps faster

and your face trembles.

 

The beauty of words

Is a struggle of thoughts.

To control them

And put them in order.

 

To show the reader

Your soul

And trust that

They will not just ignore it.

 

To make an art of words

Is a difficult task.

To give all you’ve written

For someone else to judge.

 

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Unrecognised – Poem

I look in the mirror

Hollow eyes and sucked cheeks

What I see is not what I am

When did I become what I am?

What is this horrific image?

My hand reaches to touch that bony face

Saddened of its coldness

Beautiful they call this image

Beautiful is what they see

But come and knock on my door

Fit in those filthy clothes I wear

Put on those worn shoes

See how far I’ve walked

I’ve seen deserts, forests, and empty mansions

I’ve seen dried seas and frozen oceans

I’ve seen deserted cities, burned forests, and ruined mansions.

 

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Office prisoner – Poem

My back aches

Sitting all day on this metal chair.

People in this office

Don’t know how to be comfortable.

How can I work

From nine to five

Sitting on this chair?

 

Grey walls

And big screens

Make me feel

A prisoner.

People in this office

Work like robots

From nine to five

Sitting in this cage.

 

The only warmness

In the room

Is my smile.

Smiling at the screen

While sitting

On this metal chair

Between those grey walls.

The Secret to Making Your Characters Memorable

If you wonder how to make your characters memorable and loved or even hated. Any kind of emotion born by the character will make you react. And if what you read makes you react then it means it is good. Have a read 🙂

Sacha Black

memorableWe readers are fickle beasts.

If you have a shit book cover we won’t pick up your novel. Sloppy blurb and we chuck the book on the NBR (Never Be Read) pile. If we get past all that and find forgettable characters buried in your pages, well… fuck you author, here’s a one star review.

A couple of weeks ago, I was lording it up in Paris with the girls for a cocktail fuelled weekend… I still have a hangover!

The thing is, I wouldn’t be a writer if I didn’t take advantage of any and every opportunity to spew some more of my hyperbolae into the world, and Paris has provided me the perfect opportunity to do just that.

I have a terrible memory. Like ,really bad. But my substandard brain cells got me thinking about books and specifically, about characters.

Without memorable characters, your book is worthless. Why?

Because books are written about characters…

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Smiles – Poem

Her smile could lighten up every dark room.

It would make happy every miserable soul.

That smile will inspire every child.

It would make every strong man fall in love.

That smile will bring up every weak soul.

It would make wars stop.

That smile would change the world forever.

Her smile will make everything look different.