• How do you make life changing decisions?

    When you just don't know what to do?
    When you just don't know what to do?
    12 answers · Philosophy · 5 years ago
  • Do you feel like you are really living your life?

    or just waiting for it to begin?
    or just waiting for it to begin?
    11 answers · Philosophy · 5 years ago
  • Is it possible to never get over someone?

    To have them and lose them and still want them years later? What if it lasts forever?
    To have them and lose them and still want them years later? What if it lasts forever?
    7 answers · Psychology · 5 years ago
  • How can I get over my cat dying?

    My gorgeous little cat died yesterday. I've had him for 15 years, since I was 6 and I don't know how to cope with him passing. He got suddenly ill over the weekend, I took him to the vet after he didn't eat for 24 hours and nothing they did worked for him. They think it was his kidneys but I am just so sad. I visited him there yesterday... show more
    My gorgeous little cat died yesterday. I've had him for 15 years, since I was 6 and I don't know how to cope with him passing. He got suddenly ill over the weekend, I took him to the vet after he didn't eat for 24 hours and nothing they did worked for him. They think it was his kidneys but I am just so sad. I visited him there yesterday and I wish I'd said goodbye better.. I didn't know it was his last day. My family are away on holiday so I had to bury him on my own. He was the lovelist, happiest cat imaginable and I feel so guilty for taking him for granted. I feel pathetic but can't stop crying and am worried about crying at work tomorrow! Please only nice people answer.
    10 answers · Cats · 5 years ago
  • Will you comment on this poem? Positively Stunted?

    Eternally the optimist - A brimming cup; my imagination is reality. I see kind hearts underneath layers of brutality. Idealist maybe, but not naïve, Never naïve. Reams of memories that make me stronger - build me up not break me down, piles of unfinished letters, novels tattered and forlorn, masterpieces singularly, (not evidences... show more
    Eternally the optimist - A brimming cup; my imagination is reality. I see kind hearts underneath layers of brutality. Idealist maybe, but not naïve, Never naïve. Reams of memories that make me stronger - build me up not break me down, piles of unfinished letters, novels tattered and forlorn, masterpieces singularly, (not evidences of failure). To love is to live. Alone is to learn. To hurt is to grow. All this I know and yet I am positively stunted. no matter how much sugar you put on your cornflakes, they will never taste like Frosties.... I wrote this poem about 5 years ago and found it on an old memory stick. While I know it's not much and a little self centred, I still like it.
    5 answers · Poetry · 6 years ago
  • Will you comment on this poem? Suburban Storm?

    With perfect suburban precision, my hand reached to draw the curtains at midnight. this time has not enough shape to it for these people, and it shows in the black out. they are oblivious to my night trained eyes, but they could not fault me on my timing: midnight on the dot - the thunder slapped and shook this glassy street. Though I am... show more
    With perfect suburban precision, my hand reached to draw the curtains at midnight. this time has not enough shape to it for these people, and it shows in the black out. they are oblivious to my night trained eyes, but they could not fault me on my timing: midnight on the dot - the thunder slapped and shook this glassy street. Though I am not one of them, these doll-like creatures I am no closer to the Gods who Terrified me. The smacking and growling continued truly tempered now, they must have been, With the answering silence and sleep Forever stoic, here. They were building themselves up into a real state a crescendo of rage. I turned off the bedside lamp to hide me: Played dead to this show. The poor trees were blasted and battered relentless, but the houses refused to budge, or rouse, or live, And in their haste and fury at this impossibility, I saw them. It burnt the retinas of my eyes They blew us up: Our snow globe world.
    6 answers · Poetry · 6 years ago
  • Will you comment on this poem? Are new houses haunted?

    A house has erected here. The film of smoke that lingers on make its edges hazy but I think it has left the shell of the previous and tried to mask over the marks. Covered the roots of the fruit tree with gravel. The house is getting bolder. Shaking off the dust from the fire of which it was born the ruins of the last house – this one... show more
    A house has erected here. The film of smoke that lingers on make its edges hazy but I think it has left the shell of the previous and tried to mask over the marks. Covered the roots of the fruit tree with gravel. The house is getting bolder. Shaking off the dust from the fire of which it was born the ruins of the last house – this one is, they say, far superior. Sturdier, strengthened, more steady. Medium sized. Oak Beams. With land to negotiate. The dust from the burnt out house flies Throwing age and memories – Sin into the house It doesn’t take long for vines to quietly crawl between the front door And creep inside the windows. A seed from the blazed fruit tree blew in with the ashes through the hallway Into the centre of the house. rocking the foundations; it’s growing already. Guidance to make it more poetic greatly appreciated.
    1 answer · Poetry · 6 years ago
  • When do you write? Do you find that life gets in the way?

    Writing is my passion, but between working two jobs and trying to have some semblance of a life, I'm ashamed to say that I find it hard to find the time to write. How do you fit it in? When do you prefer to write?
    Writing is my passion, but between working two jobs and trying to have some semblance of a life, I'm ashamed to say that I find it hard to find the time to write. How do you fit it in? When do you prefer to write?
    10 answers · Books & Authors · 6 years ago
  • Plot ideas for a journey? Why are they going? And where?

    For my creative writing class I have to write a piece based on my character going on a journey that they have prepared for, but are regretting on their way there. In my piece I'm writing about a mum who gave up her daughter at birth and is on her way to meet her, 18 years later. But I love how wide the variety of story ideas can stem... show more
    For my creative writing class I have to write a piece based on my character going on a journey that they have prepared for, but are regretting on their way there. In my piece I'm writing about a mum who gave up her daughter at birth and is on her way to meet her, 18 years later. But I love how wide the variety of story ideas can stem from one initial prompt, so I'd love to hear your ideas! 10 points for the most interesting!
    2 answers · Books & Authors · 6 years ago
  • Read my (very) short poem please? "Glitter Turns to Dust"?

    That picture on the wall Is mocking me. Our faces are made up and we're Smiling. The Smiles aren't fake; They're Glittering. (Oh what a shame it is).
    That picture on the wall Is mocking me. Our faces are made up and we're Smiling. The Smiles aren't fake; They're Glittering. (Oh what a shame it is).
    2 answers · Poetry · 6 years ago
  • An old kind-of poem that needs work? Please C/C?

    Written a few years ago in the midst of the 'Big Freeze' winter. This Winter snow came. Thickly it flew, landing, sweeping in silently smothering England in a blanket, a straight jacket. Snow rushed in, too fast to halt - her feet firmly set under the laid table, her body spread across the unmade bed, and confidently announced... show more
    Written a few years ago in the midst of the 'Big Freeze' winter. This Winter snow came. Thickly it flew, landing, sweeping in silently smothering England in a blanket, a straight jacket. Snow rushed in, too fast to halt - her feet firmly set under the laid table, her body spread across the unmade bed, and confidently announced her stay. Slender lady Beauitful woman Dazzling us with her diamond display, stunning us with her serenity, anesthetising us with her agelessness drugging her with brightness in the dark. Snow rested seductively and the ice lay with her too, underneath her. The perfect couple, merging - sex between Sexes. One soft, inviting, easy, the other: strong, composed, hard and they tricked us all. Layering our paths - lying down beneath us but all the time, tracking us, tricking us -keeping us. They took many that winter. First our children, then the weak, the old then all and we became like them. They stole us, though some - though I went willingly sliding between their cold sheets slipping into their glazed world, kissing their ivory powdered faces and necks for the promise of crystallised calm, of powerlessness numbness such an easy, lovely fresh death.
    2 answers · Poetry · 6 years ago
  • "On the wall" Please read/ C/C my poem?

    On our kitchen wall, she lies to us - 12 minutes fast, and it took weeks to realise - numb and useless as we are in the morning, drunk as we are at night. I no longer trust her, she ruled herself, chose to confuse and I think she used us I'm sure she's using us for her own private game. Things take time, Good things come to... show more
    On our kitchen wall, she lies to us - 12 minutes fast, and it took weeks to realise - numb and useless as we are in the morning, drunk as we are at night. I no longer trust her, she ruled herself, chose to confuse and I think she used us I'm sure she's using us for her own private game. Things take time, Good things come to those who wait, Time waits for no-one Time heals all wounds - This time I'm onto her. Because I know it's her fault, while she's in the future in our kitchen, she has frozen time in my mind; taken the minutes from me and locked you up there - taken the batteries out. She is everywhere at once, so how can I beat her when she bleats time? she's locking the past and keeping it, eating at my present sleeping with my future.
    1 answer · Poetry · 6 years ago
  • C/C This Haiku if you would be so kind?

    my bare skin still holds warmth from the sun in that field where we first freely felt.
    my bare skin still holds warmth from the sun in that field where we first freely felt.
    4 answers · Poetry · 6 years ago
  • Please read my little poem?

    Hidden-away beyond the pouring rain, crouching in the leaves and the wet earth we found a tiny toy palace of splintered dreams and bent backs and spilt drinks. a place where Maybe fairies tried to break and re-make their fancy china, because their cups were too big for their gentle fingers and they wanted to drink tea. But they... show more
    Hidden-away beyond the pouring rain, crouching in the leaves and the wet earth we found a tiny toy palace of splintered dreams and bent backs and spilt drinks. a place where Maybe fairies tried to break and re-make their fancy china, because their cups were too big for their gentle fingers and they wanted to drink tea. But they could never break them into pieces small enough. So instead, they built a glittering mosaic house for them all to live in and tucked it away in a spell of rain a secret on the hill too precious for humans to believe in a giant fairy tea palace. Inspired by this beautiful gem of a place: http://www.thelittlechapel.org/
    3 answers · Poetry · 6 years ago
  • C/C If you could be so kind?

    Words feel uneasy on my tongue, he said, with his arms wrapped up in mine.
    Words feel uneasy on my tongue, he said, with his arms wrapped up in mine.
    3 answers · Poetry · 6 years ago
  • How to become a Top Contributor?

    Are there no set rules for this? I've seen people on Level 6, with thousands of 'points' not have the title but then some people who have only joined a few weeks ago and answered 100 questions with it. I'm not dying to be one, just trying to understand who decides etc.
    Are there no set rules for this? I've seen people on Level 6, with thousands of 'points' not have the title but then some people who have only joined a few weeks ago and answered 100 questions with it. I'm not dying to be one, just trying to understand who decides etc.
    2 answers · Yahoo Answers · 6 years ago
  • The Hunger Games - Differences between the book and film?

    What differences stuck out the most to you? There were plenty of scenes which I think really did the book justice, but here are my main issues: Haymitch - I just don't get his character in the film. I think Woody Harrelson is a wonderful actor but I just don't think they made him 'paunchy', 'middle aged' or rough enough.... show more
    What differences stuck out the most to you? There were plenty of scenes which I think really did the book justice, but here are my main issues: Haymitch - I just don't get his character in the film. I think Woody Harrelson is a wonderful actor but I just don't think they made him 'paunchy', 'middle aged' or rough enough. He was too well put together and just didn't seem qutie right. I wish they had done the scene properly on the train with Peeta and Katniss when he says that they might actually have some fighters here this year. The interview. Flickerman was great, but Katniss did worse than she should have. And doesn't the dress spinning ruin the shock of it happening in Catching Fire? All the stuff in the cave. The lamb stew. The sleeping syrup. Katniss taking care of him. The kiss which was actually real. Peeta nearly dying. None of it was quite right for me. The dress Katniss was wearing in the final interview. I know she's meant to look girly and vulnerable, but she looked ridiculous in that - I don't think Cinna would have put her in that. Let me know what irked you and if you agree!!!
    3 answers · Books & Authors · 6 years ago