A writer usually forgets another role i.e. a reader. He/she was a reader once upon a time before becoming a writer. Now, things are permanently different for a writer. They can't seem to enjoy someone's creative word without wanting to change, modify it just like a driver who can't bear another driver right next to … Continue reading A Writer Sampling Another Writer’s Words
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We aren’t people anymore.
Have you noticed?
We’re the Wonderful Bloggers of OZ.
When you read an article or post or tweet, look at the language. “Bloggers”. Like some group of lost writers who crashed a hot air balloon, landing in a bizarre world: The Blogosphere.
We perform tricks to dazzle—with words and photos that aren’t quite as real as we’d make them out to be.
Because, sometimes, your dog’s foot is in the background of that perfect tulip shot and needs to be cropped out. Sometimes that amazing idea gets caught in a tornado and thoughts whirl around and around until you plop down near a Technicolor yellow brick road.
You land on a witch and get her sparkly shoes (which are wicked cool). So there’s that. But there are flying monkeys to watch out for. So there’s that, too.
The Blogosphere can be a scary place.
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Efforts you made To enlighten me Or Keeping me In the dark They were all Still efforts Making me feel Important enough
In every word Every musical node At every movie Around streets In every individual In birds or butterflies If its not you Does not matter I don't love you I love the looking
Forcing All these Aliens Across border Towards you I left only Me behind All by myself
How desperate Were you To know The beginning The end But no story
Her shrink Mistook Her being Rejected As some Love lost
Before you Only "Yes" Existed in My dictionary
Please allow me To kindly reject Your invitation To your crowd
See its easy To give a damn But hardest to Love for real