When آپ use greif in your writing it's very important آپ get it right so here is a short مضمون to help you.
Here is an extract from link
Grief is a somewhat commplicated and misunderstood emotion. Yet, grief is something that, unfortunately, we must all experience at some time یا other. We will all inevitably experience loss. Whether it is a loss through death, divorce یا some other loss, the stages of grieving are the same.
The five stages of grief are:
1-Denial-"this can't be happening to me", looking for the former spouse in familia places, یا if it is death, setting the میز, جدول for the person یا acting as if they are still in living there. No crying. Not accepting یا even acknowledging the loss.
2-Anger-"why me?", feelings of wanting to fight back یا get even with spouse of divorce, for death, anger at the deceased, blaming them for leaving.
3-Bargaining-bargaining often takes place before the loss. Attempting to make deals with the spouse who is leaving, یا attempting to make deals with God to stop یا change the loss. Begging, wishing, praying for them to come back.
4-Depression-overwhelming feelings of hopelessness, frustration, bitterness, self pity, mourning loss of person as well as the hopes, dreams and plans for the future. Feeling lack of control, feeling numb. Perhaps feeling suicidal.
5-Acceptance-there is a difference between resignation and acceptance. آپ have to accept the loss, not just try to برداشت, ریچھ it quietly. Realization that it takes two to make یا break a marriage. Realization that the person is gone (in death) that it is not their fault, they didn't leave آپ on purpose. (even in cases of suicide, often the deceased person, was not in their right frame of mind) Finding the good that can come out of the pain of loss, finding comfort and healing. Our goals turn toward personal growth. Stay with fond memories of person.
When آپ write it's very important آپ use these steps properly and in that order.
Thought it's very tempting to make your character angry, grief is مزید powerful than anger.
Though grief shouldn't be misused for minor things when anger would be مزید apropiate.
A good example of this, I think, is in Wolverine, when his wife was killed and he was instantly angry. I thought something was a bit off about it and that it was a bit cold and the reason for this was I don't think it was powerful enough. This is because anger was used when it should have been denial. And though it was well done, it could have been better if the writer had been مزید skillful when using grief. (I'm not bagging out Wolverine. It's one of my favortie movies. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME.)
I hope this will help to improve your writing.
Thank آپ for reading.
Happy writing.
Here is an extract from link
Grief is a somewhat commplicated and misunderstood emotion. Yet, grief is something that, unfortunately, we must all experience at some time یا other. We will all inevitably experience loss. Whether it is a loss through death, divorce یا some other loss, the stages of grieving are the same.
The five stages of grief are:
1-Denial-"this can't be happening to me", looking for the former spouse in familia places, یا if it is death, setting the میز, جدول for the person یا acting as if they are still in living there. No crying. Not accepting یا even acknowledging the loss.
2-Anger-"why me?", feelings of wanting to fight back یا get even with spouse of divorce, for death, anger at the deceased, blaming them for leaving.
3-Bargaining-bargaining often takes place before the loss. Attempting to make deals with the spouse who is leaving, یا attempting to make deals with God to stop یا change the loss. Begging, wishing, praying for them to come back.
4-Depression-overwhelming feelings of hopelessness, frustration, bitterness, self pity, mourning loss of person as well as the hopes, dreams and plans for the future. Feeling lack of control, feeling numb. Perhaps feeling suicidal.
5-Acceptance-there is a difference between resignation and acceptance. آپ have to accept the loss, not just try to برداشت, ریچھ it quietly. Realization that it takes two to make یا break a marriage. Realization that the person is gone (in death) that it is not their fault, they didn't leave آپ on purpose. (even in cases of suicide, often the deceased person, was not in their right frame of mind) Finding the good that can come out of the pain of loss, finding comfort and healing. Our goals turn toward personal growth. Stay with fond memories of person.
When آپ write it's very important آپ use these steps properly and in that order.
Thought it's very tempting to make your character angry, grief is مزید powerful than anger.
Though grief shouldn't be misused for minor things when anger would be مزید apropiate.
A good example of this, I think, is in Wolverine, when his wife was killed and he was instantly angry. I thought something was a bit off about it and that it was a bit cold and the reason for this was I don't think it was powerful enough. This is because anger was used when it should have been denial. And though it was well done, it could have been better if the writer had been مزید skillful when using grief. (I'm not bagging out Wolverine. It's one of my favortie movies. PLEASE DON'T SUE ME.)
I hope this will help to improve your writing.
Thank آپ for reading.
Happy writing.
1st Person = I, we, me, us, my, mine, our, ours. 2nd Person = you, your, yours. 3rd Person = he, she, it, they, him, her, it, them, his, her, hers, it, their, theirs.
First person writing is when the characters is speaking directly toward another person(You). آپ use words like "I", "Mine", "We", "Us." The character is telling the story to آپ themselves.
Second Person
Third person is the exact opposite. Instead of the character talking to you, the narrator is talking about the character. Your main words are "You", and "Your."
Third Person
Third person is almost similar to سیکنڈ person. The narrator is talking to you, but instead they use words like "He", "She", "It", and "They." Third person کتابیں often have the most detail.
For مزید detailed descriptions, go to: link
this my poem...I just wrote it randomly...Don't know if it's any good...what do آپ think?
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If آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
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If آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Don’t hide away,
Wishing all day,
Don’t hide away,
Just come out and say.
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Yes, I love you,
I’ve told آپ so.
And if آپ love me,
Please don’t go.”
“Please, please,
Please don’t go.
Please, please.
Please, please don’t go.”
So, if آپ love him,
Tell him so.
If آپ love him,
Tell him not to go.
The very worst,
He can do,
The very worst,
He can do is say no.
Little raindrops shiny,silver,
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something آپ can do.
Dropping silently into the river.
A girl sitting quiet,alone,
Her smile is fading,her hope is gone.
It faded really long ago,
That sounds sad,i know.
She quickly wipes away a tear,
It's her secret so no one can hear.
She secretly cries every night,
It's her fate,so she cant fight.
She touches a raindrop and goes back inside,
She is so lost,she's losing her pride.
All she asks for is a friend,
Someone to be there and understand.
So help her to make her dream come true,
There's always something آپ can do.
what I'm writing isn't exactly an مضمون , but I hope آپ will enjoy it ^_^ ..
Girl; Do I ever پار, صلیب you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do آپ like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do آپ want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me یا you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason آپ never پار, صلیب my mind is because آپ are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like آپ is because I love آپ .
*The reason I don't want آپ is because I need آپ .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if آپ left is because I would die if آپ left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for آپ is because I would die for آپ .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do آپ anything for آپ is because I would do everything for آپ .
*The reason I chose my life is because آپ are my life .
Girl; Do I ever پار, صلیب you'r mind ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do آپ like me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Do آپ want me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ cry if I left ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ live for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Would آپ do anything for me ?
Boy; No .
Girl; Choose me یا you'r life ?
Boy; My life .
The girl runs away in shock and pain and the boy runs after her and says ....
*The reason آپ never پار, صلیب my mind is because آپ are always on my mind .
*The reason why I don't like آپ is because I love آپ .
*The reason I don't want آپ is because I need آپ .
*The reason I wouldn't cry if آپ left is because I would die if آپ left .
*The reason I wouldn't live for آپ is because I would die for آپ .
*The reason why I'm not willing to do آپ anything for آپ is because I would do everything for آپ .
*The reason I chose my life is because آپ are my life .
inch سے طرف کی inch
bringing me closer
to my doom
butterflies of
anticipation
flutter nervously
in my stomach
knuckles whiten
jaws clench
what have I
gotten myself into
the suspense
is killing me
I'm going to hate it
I'm going to love it
I might lose my lunch
but I don't care
heaven help me
here it comes...
...
I hold my breath...
...
and then
I scream
my stomach
drops
my breath
is stolen
my heart
is pounding
adrenaline
courses
through
my veins
amid screams
of sweet terror
I fling up
my hands
and ride on
the wings
of Thrill!
I remember the دن I fell in love.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for آپ love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place آپ could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with مزید آگ کے, آگ then آپ could ever imagine.
مزید passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the دن I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real باسکٹ, باسکٹ بال coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Not just simple love.
No, this was head over heels, I'd die for آپ love.
I remember where I fell in love.
A small middle school in a small town.
A place آپ could easily miss.
I remember the my matchmaker.
A short women, but with مزید آگ کے, آگ then آپ could ever imagine.
مزید passion for what she does then I had ever seen.
I remember my girlfriends who were with me.
My athletic, sassy, fun-loving chicks.
My flirting consultants.
I remember him.
Good God, he was beautiful.
Yes, I remember the دن I fell in love.
True Love.
Head over heels love.
With..................
Basketball.
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This is dedicated to my first real باسکٹ, باسکٹ بال coach. She taught me not just how to play basketball, but how to be part of a team. I have so much respect for her and I know I should thank her everyday for helping me fall in love. For Coach Joy.
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
یا I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told سے طرف کی hidden scars
Unable to دکھائیں themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
یا I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told سے طرف کی hidden scars
Unable to دکھائیں themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
