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Life is hard. The only place to soothe the roughness is home. Home is where you find your smile and where you are understood. Welcome! @Burningwords The writer. 👆
LEADERBOARD
(UPDATED!)
🥇 Hanu - 127 points
🥈 Nimishasudhish - 110 points
🥉 Myra - 36 points
4. Firdows - 17 points
5. Anushka - 16 points
6. Bob Kasiita - 14 points
7. Fayoranking - 10 points
NIMISHASUDHISH CHAMPIONED AHEAD OF MYRA
A beautiful race between these wonderful writers, and they're all empowering each other.
Some have even commented on each other's writings. Spectacular bond formed from respect and love for each other.
15 HOURS before the race comes to an end!
WRITERS! LET'S HEAR IT FROM YOU
Tell us what you feel.
Tell us who you think will finish first place.
Tell us how you intend to win.
Tell us anything and everything you have in mind.
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Write to Win 📝😃
presented by Words Burn
QUESTIONS THAT ARE SURFACING 2
1. Can the writers replying to the comments they're receiving?
2. Can one person react to two or more writings?
LEADERBOARD
(UPDATED!)
🥇 Hanu - 75 points
🥈 Myra - 18 points
🥉 Nimishasudhish - 11 points
4. Anushka - 7 points
5. Fayoranking - 3 points
5. Firdows - 3 points
7. Bob Kasiita - 0 points
QUESTIONS THAT ARE SURFACING
1. What happens when one person comments more than once on a piece of writing?
2. What happens when people comment emojis instead of actual personal opinion?
#rhyme
Supply and Demand
If it were up to you and you had to choose,
Would you position yourself near the forbidden fruit?
The Great Architect buried a bad seed
In the middle of the garden
Only to learn that a man would indeed
Kill himself before dying ignorant.
@wordsburn
#rhyme
Dream
By the shore,
Where the waves crash with mighty roars,
Sun rays bounce off those thighs of yours...
I suppose
You take pleasure in blinding those
Who make the effort to eye your pose.
A piece of garment hugging your breasts,
Grains of sand cover your legs...
Pieces of you, some exquisite pieces,
Tease my soul, painfully pulling me in.
...
You don't notice me,
Yet I still take a moment, see,
A moment to gaze at you.
@wordsburn
#rhyme
Prequel
Life is short and then you die,
Before you see where the truth lies.
Suffering is caused by other people,
And by other people,
I don't mean strangers.
A tongue whose danger is most lethal
Belongs to one of our own people.
Friends and family,
Their words are razor sharp, stinging needles,
And that's what shapes the heart to become feeble,
And such a heart is true warmth for the ego.
We grow up and then pair up,
But no wonder we don't share much;
We never mention what scares us,
Then expect a person to care for our scars
While they also need care for their scars...
Ego won't let us treat them
Even when we need them.
The truth is, as they'll see it,
We don't have any love to spare in our heart.
We don't have it in us to bare with what's hard.
On a daily basis, our history tears us apart.
As parents, we bark words we'll regret.
As partners... even harsher words are said.
I am what I have been offered.
I have what I have been offered.
I pass on the past.
Who can't respect that?
@wordsburn
#small_words
#explicit (light)
Dance of Power
I'd like to tear into you, and remain there,
As if it's a home I have built with my own hands.
I'd like to hurt you, with a swift strike, or a soft smack,
Or a choke,
Not to hurt you,
But to test what you can bear.
Your moans cure the silence of the night.
For the untrained eye, it would seem like you,
You poor poor angel,
Are being tortured.
If only they could see:
I'm addicted to your sorcery,
And even though you have wet crystal balls for an eye,
Kind and innocent,
You well know what you're doing.
You have a hold on me,
And from the look of it,
I'm precisely where you want me to be.
...
I love it.
#small_words
The Mother
The only talent there is is persistence.
The only pace there is is slowly.
The only skill you'll need is focus.
I can't open your ears to these words,
Because of the noises around your life.
Listen carefully,
Form instructions with direct words,
Make them your prayer.
The life of your fantasy is within your reach.
The wall between you and wisdom is called "knowledge."
Read this well,
Unless you pick the brush, you'll never be an artist.
Who am I kidding?
You'll never be an artist.
I searched for you, I knocked on your door,
But all was in vain.
I wasted my time to hand you the fruit of life.
Now you drink death everyday.
You are cursed; you live among them,
And you'll never see the face of my children.
The most valuable form of art is me,
But you won't even look my way.
@wordsburn
SHE WOKE UP DIFFERENT
Drenched in blood, bruises on her body,
Walls she adored were no more glorious.
Bedsheets that soaked her tears, were soaking a change.
April was her name, and she was no more in shame.
She took that tortment for eleven great years,
She saw those scars in that reflection,
She murmured, “Pity on that girl! ”,
She didn't knew it was a mirror she was talking to.
Blood on her hands, thoughts and clothes packed in that old leathery bag.
She took one last look at that belt she was terrified of,
She saw those thorns she had walked on,
She sat beside that familiar yet shuddery body, she pated his head, she aghastly spoke, “Hope to never see you again! ", as if she convinced herself being the only one holding rights of her life.
She woke up different, the walls were laced with Hydrangeas, roses and peonies.
A viel on her beautifully braided brown hairs,
She stood up aisle and vowed to be with him forever, hoping for a better life.
She was loved, she was embraced, but all that was fugacious.
Her skin weakened with the same leather belt, the horrifying echoes of her own unfamiliar screams.
She hid it with her most pleasant smile, she wore those scars as they were the artifacts.
He shouted, “You're good for none! ”,
She walked upon those thorns all over again,
She talked to the walls all over again,
The bedsheets soaked her tears, her ears terrified of his roars.
She woke up different,
Drenched in blood and tears,
Finding herself in a familiar yet so atrocious ambiance,
She looked into the mirror,
She hid the knife,
But she never hid her scars or tears.
She sat beside him, held his hand,
Smiled and said, “I'm good for myself! ”.
Written by @itutsdidnelpS
Our heart has that constant need to care for someone. It can't just exist by itself. When someone leaves it has to start caring for someone else. It is just the way we are made. Don't make it hard on yourself to move on.
Written by betsi
I'm receiving your writings. Thank you all. I'll post some of the good ones very soon.
@wordsburn
Your mind is ready to serve your words and how your body reacts to your words.
Early Word 2 today!
#small_words
@wordsburn
ONLY 3 HOURS REMAINS!
Writers, the moment is closer than ever.
What can change in 3 hours?
The race continues.
LEADERBOARD
(UPDATED!)
🥇 Hanu - 106 points
🥈 Nimishasudhish - 63 points
🥉 Myra - 34 points
4. Firdows - 15 points
5. Anushka - 13 points
6. Bob Kasiita - 11 points
7. Fayoranking - 9 points
HANU LEADS BY A LANDSLIDE!
Hanu is CRUSHING this race. Myra is keeping up the best, and Nimishasudhish is not far behind.
20 HOURS left before the race is over.
KEEP ASKING, GUYS!
The rules of Write to Win gets better as you guys point out the flaws.
Things that weren't mentioned.
You're doing Words Burn a huge favor!
#small_words
Failed Life
You find flaws in me and be ashamed:
Guess what, I already do the same.
That's not what I need from you.
I need one who can see the pain
Behind my flaws,
Yet still be willing to...
You are the same broken bottle as I am;
Why do you point a finger at my wounds,
And laugh, or be disgusted?
Is there an end to your hypocrite ways?
I'm waiting for you to come back to your senses,
But I'm not foolish enough to wait more than I have to.
@wordsburn
#small_words
Become
I remember a day where nothing mattered.
The day only had to be lived.
No need for purpose.
No need for deeper meaning.
No need for more.
Then came a tsunami of new days
Where I had to search...
These new days washed away who I used to be,
Like soil under heavy rain.
In these new days, I'm obsessed with who I'm not.
@wordsburn
A piece of garment hugging your breasts,
Grains of sand cover your legs...
Dream
Tomorrow
@wordsburn
A tongue whose danger is most lethal
Belongs to one of our own people.
Prequel
Tomorrow
@wordsburn
#rhyme
Ascended
Picking up the pen every day means more
Than being shelved in the big stores.
Art is not the new and shiny.
Art is directions followed blindly.
The only thing standing between me and the dream is my vision.
The only way to free my soul is through deliberate addiction.
And the only rest I'll ever need is your hugs and kisses.
I took Art home and I played with her heart
Because when she leaves me for you,
I want you to see her bruised and scarred.
Let that be proof of who I grew up to be.
Let that be how people remember me.
The long hours of pain I endured will remain veiled
By the beauty of these lines I carved from down in hell.
I don't know why I keep choosing the dark.
It is as if light wants to remain as my star,
Far away.
So far that her rays
Have no chance of touching my face.
Years later, I became the light they didn't show to me.
I became the love they never bestowed on me.
I toot my own horns, but what else is there for the devil?
I chose my own course, snaking through these horror levels.
I had to endure the heat to become a man.
You're standing on your way; and you won't understand.
Stress is a coat to my shoulder, but boulder to yours.
Blessed is those who've known hurt, yet took home the reward.
Just remember that the god you kneel for is my ally now.
Bowing down won't get you anywhere near the mine I've found.
@wordsburn
#rhyme
#small_words
The Child
Every stroke of my ink knows elegance now.
I've become one with nature.
I've become the monster I was meant to be.
Murder is joy; I smile at the end of my enemies.
I crawled my way...
@wordsburn
#bookquote
Don’t stop when you are tired. Stop when you are done.
—Can't Hurt Me by David Goggins
I'm never flattered when I'm praised
That's just not how I was raised
I came up different
The room gets quiet when my name gets mentioned
He's the best or he's the worst
He's a blessing or he's a curse
He's a little or he's a little crazy
I'm glad you finally agree, or, maybe
Social media made me, social media praised me
Social media pay me
Your kids are like social media raised me
Which means I raised some of them
I was their escape when classmates made fun of them
And that's why they listen like they do
They'd rather listen to me than hear it from you
Because I don't judge them or make them choose
And they don't judge me when I let loose
So whatever's inside of me gets inside of you
You never lied to me, and I never lied to you
Devil hit the switch off, but I light up the room
Written by @Alfayod
#small_words
Early Word 2
Words can bring about the feelings you need to accomplish what you want. Words you say to yourself are the most available and powerful resource you could manipulate and benefit from at any time. How do you use it to keep you from miserable days?
By talking to yourself with a purpose in mind. If you feel tired in the morning and wouldn't allow yourself out of bed until you really have to, but you'd like to change that, you can say to yourself, "I'm wide awake and I'm ready to make the day count. I feel incredible and I'm just getting started!"
Mind you that you must say these words out loud and that you must try to conjure the genuine feelings of your own words, perhaps by moving your shoulders, perhaps by smiling bigger than the world. Your mind is ready to serve your words and how your body reacts to your words. Your mind gets fooled by the "fake" feelings you conjure.
Take it this way: if you smile long enough, you'll start to feel good. Your subconscious mind can't tell the difference between fake and real. It only reads what is. Smile is unmistakably associated with positive feelings, and your mind has no choice but to bring those out of you.
Words empowered by facial gestures and body languages are weapons. You'll never be more equipped. You only need to tap in to this utility and take advantage.
If you do not believe me, here's an experiment that the mind is easily fooled by facial gestures and words.
Go to someone you are close to. A family, a friend, a coworker, a classmate. Then tell them, "Today I'm feeling so happy and so excited." Tell them with a big smile on your face. If they ask why you are like this, or what made you so happy, tell them it's a secret and try to laugh a little. The mind is supposed to be easily fooled, right? See if your "happy" state also makes them start smiling and laughing. It's like they say: the one who fakes bravery is the same as the one who has bravery. In the end, both will dare to get the job done.
After the power of words comes the power of waking up earlier than you have to.
Tbc
@wordsburn
It's like they say: the one who fakes bravery is the same as the one who has bravery. In the end, both will dare to get the job done.
Early Word 2 tomorrow.
#small_words
@wordsburn