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Blog entries by Greyson

It's been a while since I've posted something on here and thought it would be worthwhile to give a small update of where I have been. If you've been following along closely (and perhaps spying on me) you will have known I was in a philosophy master's program before the pandemic hit. In that year and some change, I had left behind the academic life for one in the public sector. I made my living for exactly 12 months of that year as a copy writer and the last five as teacher. But in a turn of...
the other night, i spent some time writing a few random snippets of poetry. while i don't know if there is a thread i can use to tie these together, i figured i'd share some of the thoughts and see what you all thought, perhaps. reflected in dewdrops the eye finds attachment. [untitled] Such sadness ado, ado, for(with each passing night)comes a foreignness from oneself a mask without a face. And who indeed am i to you or you to say something profound for words pass cheaply...
it’s been a week. where to begin, i don’t know. maybe because all time has lost its meaning, and each day has blended to a blurred abstract of what we all once knew. but regardless, what a week it’s been. to begin with, i have been finding my moods more stable and controllable. something that two years ago seemed unattainable and elusive, but has slowly come as water erodes stone into unimaginable shapes. i have found, more and more, that at day’s end i can sleep with peace – though...
So, this isn't exactly a blog, but I didn't have a blog voice in me tonight. So instead I put this together. Hope you enjoy :) "Life is an endless string of goodbyes," Nathaniel said. We sat in silence for a moment, letting the words sink in. There was nothing I could say to that, no words to dismiss or transition on. Our conversations were often like this. Nathaniel had a knack for knowing the heaviest words. They were words that, once said, needed to be heard. So I heard them with him...
This weekend has been a respite of the mind and soul. While much of it was spent simply doing adult work – laundry, cleaning the house, taking my cat outside and playing with her – they were all generously slow and simple. There was nothing particularly complex about anything I did, and that’s what was spectacular. This is something I’m sure the older among you will recognize. The joy of a simple day seems an understated one, but something I can’t imagine living long without. And I got two...
it feels, lately, as if the worries of the world are too real to bear. not to say I’m incapable. I’m anything but that, and honestly that fact makes it worse. knowing I can fix my problems but haven’t only shines the spotlight internally. that’s why I’m writing another of these after so long – they’re a good receptacle to leave yesterday’s remains in. perhaps not the prettiest of send off’s, but it’s what works. Lately, work has become a greater and greater focus for me. First there’s the...
i don’t have much to say today. mother’s day is a hard day for me to be okay with. my mother has borderline and narcissistic personality disorder. the former causes her moods to be unstable, as well as her relationships. the latter results in emotional abuse of her family. as such, it’s hard for me to be thankful today. rather than being a day dedicated to recognizing the past and what she’s taught me, it quickly becomes a day of rumination and sadness. my mother refused to eat today until...
been a bit since i updated on here. i feel a little rusty, but we’ll give it a go. since my last post, i’ve been working from home. with that, however, my room has become my office on top of general chill out and live area. so i’ll wake up, turn on my computer and be at work. cool. 10 hours later, i’m done working…but still at work. it’s a weird ocean for me to navigate, i tend to need separation of work and home. except i’ve been working on it. i wake up on time to clock in at 7 am...
i am tired of many things today. i am tired physically and mentally from poor sleep and a listless mind. i am tired of the virus. i am tired of the reactions to it. i am tired of being shown humanity’s true face. and i am tired of this creative bump. but despite this tiredness of mind and spirit, i am being mindful. i have given the advice ‘speak to yourself no different than you would a friend’ and i have begun to heed it myself. this week, despite the anxiety and the confusion the...
it’s been an interesting few days with the rapid development of the corona virus and its spread, the world seems to have hit a wall in its desire for normalcy. Even what seems normal at times has taken on an insidious tinge of anxiety, a fear that seeps into even the mundane. An empty street is something to behold now, something we grab onto and point at, saying ‘look what’s happened’ despite its occurrence before. A cough or a sneeze are now things to be wary of doing when you leave your...
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