Love for Literature and Art, Our Path to Excellence:
Each of us carries within a passion that draws us into hidden realms full of creativity, but this passion only reveals itself through the windows that literature and art open in our lives. Literature is not just words to be read, and art is not just colors to be painted; they are a mirror to the human soul and tools to express the emotions and thoughts hidden within us.
If you're looking to join a group dedicated to literature and art, you're choosing to step toward a future full of creativity and innovation. We seek to build a community that gathers minds passionate about creativity and makes our diverse dreams a bridge to achieving excellence.
Your literary work or artistic design might be the key to delivering a unique message to the world. Perhaps that simple idea you have today is the project of your future success. The "Lit-Beyond-Borders" group is not just a place to exchange opinions and ideas, but a platform for collaboration, mutual support, and shaping a bright literary and artistic future.
Through this group, we aspire to create an environment that encourages personal and creative growth, offering every individual the opportunity to showcase their unique talents. Our dream is to make literature and art part of our daily lives, and to build a strong community that contributes to the world. My dream is your dream; together, we can achieve more.
/ "Believe in your abilities, believe in me."/
My question to you:
What inspired you to enter the world of literature or art?
Is there a particular literary or artistic work that has deeply impacted you?
How do literature and art express yourself?
My Personal Answer: Like many others, I would sit with my worries and repeat in my mind, "Has the night fallen yet, has it?" This is what I would say, for indeed, boredom and monotony were slowly killing me, like the slowness of a turtle . Until my eyes fell on a book I had taken from the library for no particular reason. I opened its pages and began to immerse myself in it little by little, until I drowned in it. The book became the outlet that gave me new life, and rekindled my passion for literature.
2. The Role of Literature and Art in My Life: Through literature, I gained a voice to hear my thoughts and feel my emotions, and through art, I can express everything that I cannot say with words. Literature and art are not only about self-expression; they help us understand the world around us.
If you're passionate about literature and art and looking for an environment filled with encouragement and inspiration, I invite you to join our literary and artistic group. In our group, we share ideas, discuss works, and launch fun literary and artistic competitions that help us grow and develop.
Join us here:
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Happy Despite the Sorrow...
Amid the flowers and the fragrance of life,
Lies a face drawn by fate with clarity so rife,
Though burdens fill the sky with their strife,
Her smile remains her secret light, her eternal life.
Flowers embrace her hair like a crown,
Hiding behind them tales of breakdown,
Yet she walks on like a star at sundown,
Spreading joy despite every meltdown.
She is happy, even if tears touch her eyes,
For in her heart, a sun never says goodbye,
She has learned from life that beauty lies in seasons,
And sorrow is a cloud, while joy holds the reasons.
Note: I didn’t write this poem entirely by myself since it’s... let’s say, my second attempt. If you’d like to read the first one, it’s on my page.
"Golden Breeze"
In the quiet of a golden breeze,
A gentle soul, at ease with trees,
Soft as petals, bright and fair,
Sunlight dances in her hair.
Eyes that speak of whispered dreams,
Reflecting skies and sunlit beams,
A fleeting smile, a soft embrace,
Captured beauty, time and space.
✉️ This is my first time writing poetry. Although the verses are short, it's still an achievement, right? Also, of course, I didn't compose it entirely on my own since it's my first attempt.
" In the corner of that small room, Khaled sat alone. Silence filled the space, with only the slow ticking of the clock breaking the stillness, amplifying his sense of isolation. He had gotten used to surrounding himself with books, perhaps seeking refuge in the words of great authors or escaping a heavy feeling that weighed on his heart. But tonight, not even words could save him.
He glanced out of the small window overlooking the street. The street was lifeless, much like his own life. The streetlights were dim, reflecting the extinguished light inside him. He lay on his bed, alone with his thoughts, and the more he tried to escape them, the more the feelings of solitude chased him, like a heavy shadow that wouldn’t leave.
He remembered the days when his laughter filled the air, and friends gathered around him. But over time, they drifted away, until the space around him became empty. Sometimes, he thought that loneliness was his choice, and other times, it ambushed him without warning, imposing itself on him without permission.
And in those moments, between loneliness and fear of the future, he wondered: Is loneliness fate? Or is it the result of the decisions that made him distance himself from the world? "
Short novel
📖 Are you without friends? Does no one notice you? You may feel like loneliness surrounds you, but perhaps this is the opportunity to discover your inner strength and build new, healthy relationships that stem from a deeper understanding of yourself. read this: deviantart.com/forum/community/life/2756759