My Unstoppable Literary Longing

Olyra By Olyra, 19th Jun 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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This is all about my writing as my passion which anchors my very soul. I cannot imagine life without writing. It's damaged and wasted when there is no flow of any expression coming from the inner core of a person. This page is about my elusive affair with the literary universe. I hope to bring in my passion in writing through this page and be read and get comments from fellow writers. Being here is such an awesome experience, even if I am still beginning my journey as a wiki newbie.

The Writer In Me

Writing makes me a real human and keep me working with all of my senses. Through my entire literary liberation of my thoughts and feelings, I get to explode from within and make it known to the human race that I exist. Without writing, I consider myself as an incredible wart on the face of my own existence, unwanted and doomed to banish through an excision without any dosage of sedatives. Writing is the backbone of my very soul. Without my literary executions and freedom therein, the imminent grisly murder of my literary existence comes close for its eternal repose.

I severely miss writing, those beautiful moments when all I could hear are the keys I am pounding on my keyboard and there’s my favorite music on I-tunes, an instrumental version of Moon River keeping the entire me a heavenly company. And one dreadful idea just popped out of my head, I so want this very music to be at my funeral. Well, excuse me for thinking about my ‘earthly departure’, it’s one thing that should be given a preparation just like other special occasions in which moments are celebrated with festivity, right? It’s a departure that could be experienced only once in a lifetime. Hence, has to be special and significant. Oh, whatever. Pardon me for if I have summoned myself into some kind of idiosyncrasy here as as this literary litany goes on and on. I suppose, this kind of departure should be written as another story. Forgive me, my longing for writing is severely pushing towards the limits of this particular narrative. Meanwhile, I am thinking of having a mug of peppermint tea as I consume words in this writing. To my disgust, Mr. Mickey Mouse stole it, taking advantage of the hospitality of my unattended storage box.

I miss this moment when my mind goes on and on, traveling with words, phrases and sentences, conveying the thoughts on things that made me mad, scared and even soothed the cares in me. I don’t know why writing is such a special thing to me. Probably it’s the bond that never abandon me despite how my moods would likely threaten my thoughts and snob my imagination. Yeah, thoughts seem to evaporate when I switch off my brain. And writing becomes a distant thing, a complete stranger whom I could barely recognize the feeling towards it when it gets back to my system. It’s like having an amnesia, leaving things all of a sudden because the brain becomes deserted, helpless, drained and losing it’s capacity to recognize it’s valuable elements of functions.

Well, I must admit that I am still lucky. That despite of my hopelessness and mental deterioration, I guess writing still welcomes me and embraces my literary incapacity towards my very self after my long journey of absence. That despite of my hesitations towards its welcoming door, it still pushes the urge in me to keep the pace and maintain the boil at par. I must be thankful that writing still considers my existence in its field as a relevance entity. Okay, actually, I am not telling here that I am kind of an illustrious writer that I am whose caliber should be on top and must keep my presence in the circulation no matter what the hell is going on. I am neither that nor like that, hmm, am just being flaky I guess.

Here, I am making an important admission, my emotions are suffocated without breathing words, my minds turns unwell when words are out of reach. Words have to be taken out of the bitter caresses of our mental manipulations. I could always hear them shouting two words of letting go: ‘RELEASE ME’. Damn, I need my pen, my notebook and my laptop just to release myself from literary imprisonment. I need to be drugged by words and push the limits.

I must also admit, my words are like swords that can inflict lifelong pain. They can be considered as laughing gases that when released through literary air, could really cause one’s terrible literary high, of course I am kidding.

I always believe in the freedom of individual expressions, I long for my readers’ feedback. I long for their commentaries to flood my writings. And I don’t mind the rebounds convey heartbreaking wisdom because perfectly, this writing badly needs an overhaul as I still find my way back to my literary self after a long time spent in the niche of hibernation.

Indeed, this feeling of longing is so severe. For now, writing flows in my veins already and hope to get more of it as it grows giant to mesmerize the inner core of me. Read me and let me hear you. Ciao!

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Hibernation, Literary, Niche, Write, Write And Earn, Write At Home, Writers Life, Writing

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author avatar Olyra
I am poet and very much passionate about writing. I indulge in literary not just for pleasure but as a lifetime career. Features and literary writing are my areas of concentration.

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author avatar Songbird B
20th Jun 2011 (#)

A warm welcome to Wikinut, Olyra, and thanks for a great first read! This really made me smile, and you communicate so well...It will be a pleasure to follow your work my friend...I like your style..

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author avatar Olyra
20th Jun 2011 (#)

Thanks so much dear Songbird. Thank you also for following me. I love writing and reading others' literary outputs gives me more inspiration towards this passion. I have upcoming poems to post here, hope to get comments for them, also. It feels good to meet fellow writers here, it's a great joy sharing the same passion.

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author avatar Denise O
20th Jun 2011 (#)

Olyra, welcome to Wikinut. I was so with you, as you were writing and another thing popped in your head. That happens to us writers a lot, I find. I am glad you are out of hibernation and I look forward to reading more of your work. Thank you for sharing.:)

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author avatar Olyra
21st Jun 2011 (#)

Denise,
Yeah, i am! Hoping not to get back into my laziness again, it's such a waste. Thanks again. :)

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author avatar vpaulose
20th Jun 2011 (#)

Congrats for joining Wikinut. It is really an affectionate family of writers. Please do write more. Thank you also for your loving friendship.

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author avatar Buzz
21st Jun 2011 (#)

Welcome to Wikinut, Olyra. I'm looking forward to reading more of your coming work.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
21st Jun 2011 (#)

Beautiful article, writing is a passion and Wikinut is the best, so glad you are now part of the family, welcome Olyra!

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author avatar Olyra
21st Jun 2011 (#)

Thank you so much Delicia, it's such a joy and an honor to be part of this passionate community.

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author avatar Rathnashikamani
21st Jun 2011 (#)

Welcome Olyra,
Now you can satiate that longing here at Wikinut.

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author avatar Olyra
21st Jun 2011 (#)

Yes, fully. Thanks Rath.

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author avatar Googlefu
22nd Jun 2011 (#)

Juicy longing for literary, it goes on and on as long as we have passion for writing.

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author avatar Googlefu
22nd Jun 2011 (#)

Juicy longing for literary, it goes on and on as long as we have passion for writing.

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author avatar deepa venkitesh
23rd Jun 2011 (#)

All writers leave behind their original thoughts. I feel the same way too sometimes.

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