Reminder – Guest Blogs

WordPress has a funny way of messing with my life. They’ve removed that feature where you can republish an old post and bring it back to the top of the feed. So most of you may not have seen my post regarding guest blogs as a post only stays on a visible range in the reader for mere hours.

Click here to head on over to the post where you can learn all about how to be featured on my blog. 🙂

– The Obsessive Writer

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To be a Writer…

All it takes is a feeling. A kiss that sends you reeling. The smell of the rain or the music that momentarily takes away your pain. Every where you look there lies an untold story. So, keep an eye out for the poetry. It’s not always pretty. Not if you want reality. The truth doesn’t have to rhyme. What has to be said, needs to be said when it’s time. Those demons on your shoulder, they will tell you,

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“You can’t”

“You won’t”

“Don’t”

Flick them off and keep writing anyway.

© Abirami

Valley of Death. (Reblog of the Day)

This is the second time I’m sharing something from this page. And that is because it is incredible! Please visit their awesome blog for more.

If you would like to host your content on my blog please click here to go to the guest bloggers entry post and share a link to your post in the comments. 🙂

– The Obsessive Writer

Ashleigh Wenyika

Tonight as I pray.  

I breath in the smell of incense in the air, burning away my decaying sin. My white gown stained with dirt.
In this musky hollow house, I drown my sorrows in my tears. Whispering words so sacred, only a secret my heart knows.

I dare not to speak too loud, confessing with my tongue, words so sharp, they pierce my mouth. Tonight, I speak to the demons and tell them to leave me alone.

I am on my knees, hands together just like you taught me. I close my eyes…

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death… 

Deep in my heart, there is an unspoken secret; I curse my sin, the sin of living. A yoke I must carry until mercy chooses to release me.

Forgive me.. 
I pray the demons away. The way you said I should. The silence in this…

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What My Dreams are Made Of

Some people can captivate you with words,

Like the sound of their voice simply resonates with your soul.

Like every thought they utter has crossed your mind.

Like they have discovered in you, things no one else could ever find.

Like them,

I do not aspire to change the world,

Nor do I wish to touch every heart.

I could never be that bold.

My wings could never soar that far.

My dreams are made of simpler things.

In a lifetime of writing,

If I could touch a single life, make a difference to one person,

That is all I dream of; that would be enough.

©️ Abirami

Poetry The Breath Of Life

The Winner of my “You Complete Me” poetry challenge is Ashleigh Wenyika. This is an amazing poem written by an amazing writer. Please visit their blog for more great content. 🙂

Ashleigh Wenyika

Poetry is like the air I breathe,
Reading is breathing in and writing is breathing out.
Two of which I cannot live without.

If I was to stop, the air in my lungs would be syphoned out and I would be left gasping for air in agony, moving through life swiftly and painfully.

Poetry expresses thoughts which cannot remain silent. Thoughts that echo in my head, suffocating me with insanity, they long to be released from the prison of my frame, shrieking to be free.

As I put to pen and paper my thoughts, a poem emerges. I breathe in and I breathe out…

Reading is the anchor to my gravity. I dwell into a sphere of magic where I live countless lives, journey to unknown worlds and fall in love with extraordinary beings.

As I glance at each page that engulfs me, a story emerges. I breathe in and…

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The Girl in Love

You wield your cold, steely eyes like a deadly weapon.

Each stare is a merciless stab to the heart.

As I bleed out from the gaping wound,

Nobody comes to rescue the girl in love.

Every touch sends chills down my spine,

You suffocate me with your smouldering smile,

As I pant out of breath,

Nobody comes to rescue the girl in love.

You are my ocean of endless trust,

In you I drown, with complete submission.

As I enslave my heart to you,

Nobody comes to rescue the girl in love.

© Abirami

You Complete Me (Poetry Contest) – Week 1

Welcome to the first week of the poetry contest on my blog 🙂 I hope you have some fun, and get a little bit of inspiration from this prompt.

The rules are simple.

  1. Before you post your entry make sure that you’re following my blog.
  2. You can post your entry to the contest on your blog.
  3. Link back to my blog on your post. And leave a comment to your entry here in the comments section of this post.
  4. Title the poem appropriately, you can use your images or original art if you’d like to.
  5. Your poem should be a continuation of the following lines.

Poetry is like the air I breathe,

Reading is breathing in and writing is breathing out.

Two of which I cannot live without.

If you have any doubts, feel free to ask me what you need to know by leaving a comment. I’ll respond as quickly as I can. By the end of the week, which is 24th December, I will pick a winner and they get a chance to be featured on my blog. Please share this post with your friends if you know anyone who’d like to participate.

Thank you and good luck! 🙂

– The Obsessive Writer