The Writer

I’m tired, so tired, looking at a screen full of things I do not want to read. There are stories, twisted tales, those who seek attention and those who pretend not to. There are those who in any other format I would deem perverted, yet, here, I am supposed to accept. This is not what I want. This is so not what I want.
There are words piled before me, words I use, but not in the order I would use them. There are sentences and syntax set to pictures, both moving and still, songs and celebrations, lives from here, there and everywhere, and none of them mine. There are lives lost and lives found and some somewhere in between. I try to indulge them, help even, but it is with a heart steeped in regret. Why? Just because. I need no reason nor excuse, I’m beyond that, no debts owed.
Answer them all, they say. It’s for your own good, they scream. Get involved. Sell yourself. Porn your life for the greater good. And most do. And most will. But I won’t.
So, in the arms of exhaustion, I realise, all I want to do is write. It is the only thing I’m good at, and the only thing I wish. I have so much to exhale. Such a lot. This is what I must do. And this is what I shall.

Take a breath. Close your eyes. Put your fingers to the keyboard. And smile. At last.

69 thoughts on “The Writer

  1. simple solution πŸ™‚ if you dont want it dont subscribe to it πŸ™‚ get only things you really like or that may inspire you and enjoy a more peaceful inbox πŸ™‚

  2. Hey Richy, you are too deep for me, I didnΒ΄t get it. So to hell with reading others and just write for you?
    I gotta get a “Richard thesaurus.” Or a new brain one of the two.

      1. Richard. This is Charly Priest. This has happened to me in another blog that I know of. That is not MY comment. So I don’t know if someone has gotten into my account or what is going on. But I can assure you that is not the way I speak or write. Telling the truth Mr. Ankers. I’ m telling you there is someone out there, and I hope I can get hold of him and you know for what, to beat the s..t out of him, but that is not my comment, and as I said it did happen in another blog.
        So, any suggestions about how to go about this, contact wordpress, get rid off my blog , or what, is really no joke, I did put some work on this blog.

      2. Sorry, that actually was me. Probably drunk or high as a skunk, but I think it was me. Sorry again. Won’t bother you with stupid things like this. By the way, got my new HP laptop, pretty cool, still trying to get how it functions at is best, or at least the middle.

  3. Just write what you want – people find your good writing. It seems many just click like to get their faces seen but don’t visit. I promise I always read before clicking like and look forward to what ever you do next. I have to limit who I follow because I go into teacher mode and have to read and make positive comments. It has become far to Turing and there is far too much out there. I meant tiring but liked the error! Enjoy your writingπŸ˜‰β˜•οΈπŸŽΆβœ(-I’m old fashioned) (and too garulous and can’t spell)

  4. I connect with this, Richard, in so many ways! You’ve said it all and more, and the last line says the most. YES, when I am Free, set at liberty, to indulge this side of me that is ME if anything is, I find at last that center of peace, of JOY, in doing what I am designed to do. Regardless if anyone else truly comprehends it or not, the words flow like living water, nurturing none other than ME, who is otherwise parched in this salty ocean of excess!!


      1. I do, very much. After I read it, the words started flowing in answer (as you could tell!) …I could have written a post in reply πŸ˜‰

      1. Thank you! πŸ™‚ (and thank you for following as well –>> first follower!!) πŸ™‚
        Hope you’d like to keep checking my english texts out πŸ™‚

  5. I understand this perfectly, Richard. I get so many emails. Thank you for stopping by to read my story. I’m trying to lengthen mine as I’ve been writing mainly flash fiction. For some, it’s difficult to write flash stories . With me it’s the opposite. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne

  6. Curious though of the proclivity about p0rn in this piece. My mind goes to advertisement, people watching in a cafe or sex in movies or the amorous nudge nudge of the incognito Google Chrome. Of course you don’t need to answer. I’m just naturally inquisitive. All-in-all an interesting read.

  7. “Porn your life for the greater good” – I think this is an awesome reason to porn your life, my life may have happened as it did just to be porned off now, who knows?.. I love how you’ve expressed yourself here πŸ™‚

      1. That’s cool, I love your site- and will have to look out for The Eternals; a good vampire plot is always relished πŸ™‚ I am writing a book at the moment, and very much hope that somebody other than my mum will appreciate it one day- so chatting to published authors is very encouraging! Take care!

  8. Well-expressed Richard! πŸ™‚
    Sometimes, all we feel is to write.
    But to me, if I don’t read for some simultaneous number of days I literally feel a hollowness in my life.
    For me, reading is equally important to writing. I realized this few days back.

  9. So many days just like the one you described here. Then it crystallizes. The spirit of just doing. And one does.
    Simple and refreshing.

  10. So I missed a post, glad it popped up again I think. Now do I stop reading, liking, sharing or just remember not to hit the post comment button and generally get on with life or loose myself in The Philosophy Book??

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