WORDS TO A WRITER

A Story by Asra Hakak

this is something every writer can relate himself to.

Thoughts are rare to come and pressures of life make less what one knows but notes help to remember and reflect.
I write down my thoughts, thoughts that have no name given,
I write down dreams and nightmares, that I saw with open eyes .
I write what I feel .
Yet the future is going to decide their intensity and whether they were true or fake.
I am a reader I am a writer .People assume, I do these things to escape . You couldn't be more right . I am escaping a world I don't like . A world I have no control in . In this world I am nothing . I am just a color,a height, a weight, a number.
But I have made up my own world with this writting stuff .
Worlds are endless, this one is mine,
For me, life is manageable in this one .
I read what I write, many times over, and every time I read it I love it more and each time a sensation is reborn . As, when I first wrote them .
Let the world not read them, let it mean nothing to them, but to me, they give their due and make my life accountable.

Words to a writer, are confessions to a sinner. A true writer, kneels at the crack of dawn as he seeks forgiveness for all his life's unvoiced and unmoved actions. It's this very turmoil that gives beauty to each emotional peaks of a writer's love. As it brings life to the bitter sadness of a revolving lost love that tumbles chaotically at the tip of each DNA inked pillar of a persistent truth. Writing should never be easy. That's why it's called writing. A writer is never set free, he's merely calmed for a period. Until the rush of life begins to sting his Unhealed wounds again. Not all writers are angered, just as not all love creates poets. To write , to truly write from the soul. You must be willing to see the hell in beauty and the beauty of hell. For you can not confess to something you don't know. You can't know to confess to something you're to afraid to see.
Unless you truly bleed, what you write has no meaning, may be it's a fine piece of writting or whatever but truly it means nothing . Just taking an issue and writting on it is no big deal It's not a feeling or notebooks filled laying next to our beds that we put down little sweet notes of irrelevant things to irrelevant meanings. No! Harsh reality check not everyone is a writer, just not as everyone is a professional sports athlete. Writing is this demon. '
Writing is this obsessive love. Writing is a stalker that despite all the warnings we in a twisted way need in our lives. It's like a writer can't live without words. Reality is painful and truth a harsh deep suicide cut that eventually kills even the strongest of men. What you do with that truth is what makes an ordinary piece of writting extraordinary. '

© 2015 Asra Hakak

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Usamah Derwaish

I loved reading it and am looking forward to analysing every bit of it someday

Posted 9 Years Ago

9 Years Ago

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MelissaAndres

Wow! You did good with this piece, Asra and I know a lot of people here can relate to it. Perhaps, with a little proofreading and tweaking here and there you could submit this to a writer's magazine or something. You put your thoughts on this together very well. Congrats!