Last Memory

A poem I wrote tonight. Photo is a painting I made. Enjoyūüôā

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In all the times you were gone

I searched where you weren’t existent

unaware of your presence, where,

our known emotions had gathered.

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In a happenstance your feelings came to fruition;

Why were you hiding? Why so afraid?

At my awareness, your retraction, and my bemuse reaction,

all we said were stares.

~~~

If going back to what we were, became the intention;

Why the silence? Why the smile?

What we chose once was the place you distanced from.

I stuck and waited, with denial as my saviour. 

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There are no more words that can vanish what hurt,

but that one action healed what I never thought was possible.

And it replayed in my mind; 

the smiles, the songs, the rhythm of our nights.

 

Somewhere

Hi everyone! It’s been a while. Here’s a poem I wrote yesterday. Hope you like it :)!

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Somewhere amongst the clear faces. Somewhere along the walk.

Somewhere between the laughs and the talks,

where that one speaks to you.

Is it the conscious or the desire? Could it be that she wants that truth?

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The stars connect and the unspoken words,

unwrap and they are once again whole.

Said truth unveils in dreams as they come

why can’t she get that there is none?

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She sees what that one could have become,

she grieves that the chance is gone.

Above where choices fail to align

and a world where they are just one

it haunts her heart and stings her soul,

he is where he wants to be.

~~~

She is lost where she once had no hope,

yowling on the broken grounds

where arms holding her up to rise

with painful realistic thoughts.

~~~

She looks and smiles at the helping arms

that softly help her escape

she walks beside of what she let go

while hearing his voice once again.

~~~

Skip through the torments, the laments and the tears,

and forward to the time to heal.

He is where he wants to be,

and she found where she belongs.

 

My mind, the land of ruckus

Sometimes I look up at the stars and imagine living in world outside our planet. The galactic imagery is suddenly crashed by the ups and down of my life; also known as, being hit by reality. Is it because I have the mind of a writer that I think my life evolves as the like of stories? It gets overwhelming and it’s worse when you have people constantly putting you down. You get one chance at life, just one life and if you’re lucky you live up to 100. What legacy am I going to leave? Why can’t some people believe in me and influence me in a positive manner? Why does it affect me? Does this happen to you?

prc

 

‚̧‚̧‚̧ Love, Ellie‚̧‚̧‚̧

 

It’s been a while…

…a long time since we have last spoken. Well, since you last read any new entries. A lot has happened since last summer; heartbreaks, chapters that have been since closed. I have been preocuppied with work and finishing my novel and poetry book – yes those are still a reality. I told you I would never give up :D! Here’s to say I’m sorry for not updating in a while and I hope you’re looking forward to my new entries. In the meantime, here are some new photos I’ve taken and also follow me on my instagram and comment :D! My instagram: worldruler007

 

Sorry (Canadian style) for the M.I.A.

Hello my fellow bloggers!

I have been quite absent and I’m sorry (Canadian style) I haven’t posted a lot. I’m not going to go into a lot of detail, but I have gone through heartbreaks and nonsense, which completely drained me emotionally (I stopped listening to Enya for a while. That’s how bad it was! You know I love my Enya), while still putting on a brave face for my loved ones. I needed time to recharge and find myself again! And here’s a heads up. I’m going home to Vancouver in September, which I’m happy about :D! And to add on to that, I am going paragliding…yes, I am going to jump safely out of a mountain! LOL. The reactions I got were hilarious, but they all support my crazy decisions. But, hey, the decision is not that crazy haha.

Me: I’m going paragliding.¬†

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My friends’ reactions:¬†

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My family’s reactions:

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Needless to say, it is going to be epic! That’s who I am and I’m not going to change. By the way, I am listening to Enya again and I joined instagram (shocking, I know): ¬†worldruler007

Ta ta for now!

‚̧‚̧‚̧ Love, Ellie‚̧‚̧‚̧

Poem: Along

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On watery paths one strolls to clarity,

as a way to seek what flows within.

Through fog one tends to plead abundantly,

to grasp the right point to begin.

~~~ 

Blindly one reaches to find the trigger,

knowing the future holds no promise.

Of torn veins, and one is left to linger,

and push assurance into darkness.

~~~

A solace’s call disguises merits,

while effort ends a valuable connection.

One can burn attacks in spirits,

when succeeding with the right selection.

Writing 101: Three most important songs

I’m 27 years old, so you probably expect me to pick a song by Nicki Minaj, Lady Gaga, or some random modern artist. But nope, I’m not sharing my buns with your anaconda or whatever vulgar word you fancy, nor am I sharing any poker faces, or having a bad romance with you.

I don’t listen to rap, personally. If my friends do, then I just have to listen for… moral support? If that makes any sense. They all sound the same to me, even though they probably don’t. If you make me listen to the same song, I will give you different artists’ names on different days; one day I’ll guess Chris Brown, and another day Drake, and other days Pitbull. I don’t even know if Pitbull raps. All I hear is his voice shouting something in half Spanish. I don’t know, music nowadays is a bit weird. Except for One Republic and Coldplay. They get a pass, just because.

Here my 3 picks.

1) Don’t Dream it’s over by Crowded House – Whenever I want a bit of motivation, I listen to this song; it can be interpreted in many ways. I know not everyone knows who they are, but then again, I don’t know who a lot of artists are in the present time. This my friends, makes us evenūüėČ

2) Everything Enya! Ha ha ha. Yes, not exactly a song, but it’s hard to pick one Enya song. Please don’t make me choose! It’s like asking me whether or not I want to see Robert Downey Jr’s abs. Here a few songs I think you should listen to:

-Wild Child

-Caribbean Blue

-Storms in Africa

-Only Time

-May it Be (aka one of the Lord of the Rings songs)

3) All the right moves by One Republic. If you listen to the lyrics, it’s very true.

4) Because I want to rebel, my number 4 pick is ‘Paradise’ by Coldplay. It’s one of my theme songs.

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Writing 101: Unlock the Mind

For my first assignment, I’m supposed to free write for 20 minutes and see what I can randomly come up with; no edits, no rewrites, just raw. Let’s see the clock…and here I go.

I don’t even know what to write, but I thought I’d share two random things I did today – if you know me, random is my middle name-¬†which don’t make the best of stories, but they’ll do for the purpose of this assignment. Hey, there isn’t even a purpose, but to write for 20 minutes without stopping. Fine, they didn’t say you shouldn’t stop, but I am giving myself that extra task. I feel I should go back to the link and read, but I can’t stop.

Story #1: This isn’t really a story, but what I go through during this weather change. I walk to work most of the time, and the weather has been so inconsistent that I have found myself bringing two jackets to work; a winter one, and a light coat. It is pretty hilarious to my colleagues, because they always ask why would I bring two jackets. I always explain that it’s because I don’t know how the weather is going to change. What if it changes all of a sudden and it gets very windy and drops below zero? – Okay, I know what you’re thinking, and don’t give me that look. We all know the weather network is rarely accurate. It’s the job you still get to keep after a thousand mistakes (not hating).¬†And, the end. That’s it. That’s the big story; I bring two coats to work.

Story #2: I was so tired today (hopefully not catching a cold). ¬†I went in the kitchen to fill¬†a¬†small¬†container with corn chips, because I wanted a quick¬†snack that wasn’t vegetables or fruits. I dropped one to the ground, just one, and guess what I wanted to do with it. On a regular non-tiring day, I would quickly throw it in the trash bin, but not this day. Well, to be precise, I THOUGHT about doing this. Instead of walking to the trash bin – it was in the kitchen and not far at all, but my brain made it seem like I had to marathon my way to it –¬†I wanted to take the corn chip, walk to the front door and toss it out to the front yard. My logic at that moment? None¬†whatsoever. I guess that corn chip would have fed a squirrel or a raccoon, but it still would’ve been quite the sight for my neighbours. If any of them would have happened to be recording, I would have ended on Youtube for extreme laziness/randomness. I can see this being some cult horror story, ‘Penguin of the Corn Chip,’ or a triumphant story of a girl who saves her neighbour wild animals in ‘Lord of the Chips’.

And my fellow bloggers, that’s my 20 minutes. Savour the moment and your wasted time reading this :p. Okay, it can’t be wasted. I’m sure you have learned¬†something¬†from this.

‚̧‚̧‚̧ Love, Ellie‚̧‚̧‚̧

Adventures on Middle-Earth (aka Ontario): The apple bearer

I was roaming the lands of Rivendell, when I noticed my Ipod was not charging properly (because everyone knows elves need their ipods); I figured it was the USB charger. I hopped on my pretend horse and rode to the mines of Moria in hopes of finding the exact same one. Apparently, the dwarves struck gold by the other side of the mountains, so I did not get a chance to make business with them. I could have dealt with the Balrog, but he was covered in flames, and I didn’t feel like getting a tan. After careful consideration, I decided to move onto the filthy lands of Mordor…

“But, Ellie, whatever do you mean? Why do you dare to go to those nasty lands?”

I know, but hear me first. I was in a hurry and I heard their products are high quality. Besides, I needed to do a bit of digging into their lives in order to build my army; this was my chance.

As soon as I arrived, I was welcomed like a threat; I had swords pointed at me, arrows shot by my side,  and at least a hundred insults thrown at me by The Eye of Sauron. Did I care? Not really. I just wanted to get my charger so I could listen to my music. Surprisingly, these stenchy creatures understood and sold me the charger. But, they threatened me with war (as usual).

I rode back home to Rivendell with a glorious grin on my face, ready to charge my Ipod. What happened next? Well, the box was empty!!!!! I should have known not to make business with those orcses.

I packed my lembas bread and rode back to Mordor. I was fuming inside, but I smiled because I did not want to cause a riot (I was saving my energy for the war). I showed them the empty box and they tried to get me a new one, but turns out they didn’t have anymore in their supplies. I thought I had lost my well spent gold, when they offered to return the gold I paid with. I was astonished at their offer, and I took it in a jiff.

Oh, and now I have to go talk to Elrond during our Fellowship meeting, because Sauron reminded me of the pending war. I will not hear the end of this from Boromir (hey, in my defense, I RODE into Mordor).

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