Poetry: Flowing Feelings

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The gentle touch of flowing feelings

sermonizes your veracity,

patching up the rough road

desiring to enlighten your spirit.

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The gentle touch of flowing feelings

diverts you from strong currents,

liberating panic from lost hope

embracing you with a new purpose.

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The gentle touch of flowing feelings

glow a smile through expressed sadness

erasing failures through your passions

lifting you up to newly open gates.

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The gentle touch of flowing feelings

chant your thoughts on lifelong plaques

emerging answers all can see

dispersing ease on global pain.

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Daydreaming is my unpaid internship

I have shared the first page of my novel with a few friends and family and have received positive feedback. The common question is, “How did you come up with all this? How did you think of the names?” The answer is, daydreams and dreams have become my unpaid internship. I intentionally daydream and dream my entire novel, in order to put realism in it. I’m basically creating the entire world and scenarios in my head, as I go on with my daily life. I can lucid dream, and this allows me to continue working on it while I’m sleep. I don’t know how I do it, but thank goodness I can.

I came up with the name for my main character while I was in the bathroom. It was definitely not my intention to do so, but ideas just come and go, and the name was so good I didn’t want to flush it down the toilet (pun totally intended). I’m not proofreading at the moment, because it is wasting too much time, and I want to make sure I have the story written down. There are a few holes I need to patch, but I have learned not to worry about the final details, in case the plot changes along the way. I have learned to control my daydreaming, because if I want to pay the bills right now, I need to be able to work with society. I used to zone out a lot, but now I only do when I allow myself to do so. It isn’t easy, because my novel is part of my life and it is hard to stop the ideas flowing in, but I’m managing. I have to admit, there are days where it kills me inside when I don’t pay attention to my writing voice, or when I cannot daydream, and it does cause me stress, but I use my days off to let the dreams escape and the words come to fruition on paper (or Word document). It doesn’t make it 100% better, but I have learned to accept it and to be grateful for what I have.

I believe to a certain extent that my daydreaming is a symptom of me being an Empath (read this website) and that’s why I live to dream and shut down if something won’t let me do it. The reason I’m writing this post is because I have discovered this recently (specifically, yesterday). Events in my life finally make sense, dots have been connected. Some people thought I was crazy when I predicted deaths in my family, or when I knew how they felt before they told me what was happening. It is not scientifically proven, but I can tell you all the traits you read on that website are mostly true for me (the meat and antique ones do not apply to me entirely nor depression). But, this probably explains why I don’t do well in crowds and why I don’t like strangers rubbing off on me when they pass by. If I have to be in a crowd, for example when I go out with friends, then I do it without complaining. It doesn’t mean I cry and scream if I’m around too many people, but I get tired by the end of the day. I don’t know where I can go from here, but whether I’m an Empath or not, at least now I know I’m not the only one with those traits :).

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Robert Downey Jr. approves of me!

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

 

Poetry: Heal

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Delicacy of sweet lips

adorn my soul in glistening notes

beyond conundrum

on a path of petals

and windy salute

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In the woods where branches meet

she carves her loss

with a punctured heart

and liberating sorrows 

she must try

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Numb from all feelings

a beaming sun ray caresses her doubts

in conjunction with revelations

she faces the opposite

she finds a new horizon

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Aboard her destiny she sets forth

glancing upon tomorrow

abandoning the sorrows

and dancing to no limits

she heals

 

 

Home – A to Z Challenge

A to Z Challenge letter for today: H

 

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Home

What is home? Baby don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me, no …wait, wrong song! But, yes I do want to talk about this. What is home? It is hard to see during hardships, but it is always there and we often find our way after we drift away. The beauty of this question is that there is no correct and definitive answer, because we all have different views on what home means to us. It doesn’t necessarily mean that home is one thing during a specific time and place, it is whatever we want it to be. I love tea, and after a long day at work home is sitting in front of my laptop, drinking tea, and catching up with everything. Other days, however, I find my home inside the bed sheets while I watch my favourite movies, or I feel comfort just munching on popcorn while I watch Charmed. How about Photography? Of course, that can be home, as well. Painting my nails, doing my hair, talking on the phone, writing on here, my home is universal.

When we feel down, we seek to do the things that cheer us up, and that is home. There are no boundaries to what makes us feel at home, and no one can take it away from us, nor should we let anyone do so. All of us here have something in common, we call WordPress our home; we feel at home because we love to write and inspire. Let yourself be lost in your own serenity and always appreciate the fact you have a home, literally everywhere. Home is where you feel safe, where you feel comfort, and where you forget your troubles. Always remember not to choose the path of self-destruction, because once you get lost in it, it will be hard (never impossible) to find your way back home.

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

Emotions – A to Z challenge

The letter for today: E

A to Z challenge

 

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Emotions

Anger

Love

Fear

Sadness

Joy

Trust…

All of us have one thing in common, emotions. How’s that for an icebreaker? Have you ever been afraid? happy? heartbroken? sad? We all have, more so than others, but we have experienced different emotions nonetheless. Being able to feel emotions are not a bad thing, even though we might think so at times. They help us vent and recover from expected and unexpected events in our life. I’ll speak for myself, but after a good cry, I feel like I can rule the world. When I feel sad, I feel like locking myself away for eternity; however, those moments help me have a closer look at my life and make changes if I must. I’m not saying I like those emotions, but I try to get rid of them as soon as possible. While emotions like ‘fear’ and ‘sadness’ are often unexpected, you can turn them into a positive and conquer them.

Do you ever feel like locking away certain feelings? I know I do. Sometimes I still lock them away, either due to embarrassment or fear of feeling vulnerable. But, you see, you should not be afraid to share your emotions. Lock them away for a bit until you figure out what to do, but let them go at some point. When you put things away for a long time, you forget about them, but they’re still there. If you lock away say, anger, it will consume you and will remind you that it’s there when you are at your most vulnerable. Take your time, of course, but face your emotions, because there are a lot of opportunities out there. Love and Joy are the easiest and most rewarding emotions, and I don’t mean ‘love’ only in a romantic way, but in friendship. It is true when they say, “Love conquers all”.

In the spirit of emotions, here’s a line full of friendship love for all my fellow bloggers:

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

❤ ❤ ❤ Love, Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

Short Story: Laura’s Closet Part Four

After this, there are two more parts :). You can read the beginning using the links below:

Laura’s Closet – Part One

Laura’s Closet – Part Two

Laura’s Closet – Part Three

 

Laura’s Closet- Part Four

Afterwards, they called it a night. Alliese and Sonia slept in, but Laura was awake first thing in the morning; she didn’t sleep well. The commotion of it all became a reality to her, and she put her mind into making good use of her new gift. The idea was to have the blog up by the beginning of the following week. “It could be done,” she thought. She figured they would use one of Alliese’s past web design templates.

“Monday: 5-10mm of rain, 12 C

Tuesday:  Sunny, 17 C

Wednesday: Cloudy, 10 C

Thursday:  Heavy rainfall warning, 11 C

Friday: Sunny, 15 C”

She verified her predictions in her head, and didn’t realize Alliese and Sonia were awake. Alliese thought of scaring her – as usual- but Sonia suggested they didn’t; it was time to get serious and work on their project. But, Alliese didn’t have her USB drive with her, so she had to return to her place to grab it. Meanwhile, Sonia helped Laura with the editing and fashion ideas. They went back and forth on whether they should do men’s outfits, as well. They eventually agreed to wait for the respond.

The outfit for Monday was picked; light grey boots, black tight jeans, a dark red long sleeve v-neck top, a purple raincoat, and grey umbrella. Of course, they had to wait for Alliese to come back, to give her input on all the decisions. She took a bit longer than usual, but they didn’t think anything was wrong. Alliese was taking longer than usual, but only because she stopped by her favourite coffee shop. She knew the manager and asked if they could post an ad for their upcoming blog – obviously, she didn’t go into detail. She agreed and told her to bring it to her anytime during the week. She went back to Laura’s place and told her the good news. Laura and Sonia shared the ideas they came up with, to which Alliese approved.

The ad was placed, and the blog was up. The first week went by, then the second, and before they knew it, it was the end of the month. They had finished it with fantastic hits and a chance to have an interview with their local news. Laura was a bit overwhelmed by all; throughout the month she had been feeling dread, sorrow, happiness, all at the same time. But, Alliese and Sonia assured her it was going to be okay. Laura wasn’t too sure, though. She thought she’d have her inner feelings sorted out already, but she still felt the same emptiness. What was she going to do?

“You can’t shut down the blog, Laura! We just started it!” Alliese yelled.

“Look, we have an interview. Let’s do it, and then we’ll see how you feel about it,” Sonia suggested.

“I don’t know. We may have gone a bit too far. I mean, it’s great we’re helping other women out there, but this was supposed to help me battle my own inner war.” Laura said.

Sonia asked what if Laura was to give them her predictions for the following week, and they would do all the work for her. All she would have to do was sit and relax. Alliese wasn’t sure of it, but then she saw Laura’s expression, as if she were considering it. “One week. If I can’t sort this out, we’re shutting down.” Laura firmly said.

Alliese and Sonia agreed to work on the blog at Alliese’s place. But, unbeknown to Laura, they decided to organize a fashion show downtown. “Don’t give me that look. When Laura sees all the support, she’ll come out of it. I’m sure.” Alliese told Sonia.  Even though Sonia didn’t feel right about it, she still went along. “Alliese just wants what’s best for her, right?” She thought to herself.

Laura had been home for a week now, feeling discontent. She wrote, read, cooked, and tried to keep busy. She did everything she could to try to find the answer she long hoped for.  She paced around until her feet became sore. “Maybe a bath will help,” she said. She went into her room to grab her things, but she saw a bright figure standing by the window. “My dear, what’s happening?” Elena said. Laura was shocked to see Elena. “Why did you abandon me?” She asked. Elena smiled and said, “I haven’t. I just wanted you to find out the truth by yourself”.

Laura could not have possibly known what ‘truth’ she was referring to. Why couldn’t she simply tell her why she gave her the gift, why she let her start the blog, why she felt this way? Of course, she was not God, but she certainly knew what was happening, and the boulder she carried on her back the whole month. “I’m done with this weather power. I haven’t done anything with it. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with it, anyway. Take it!” She said using a bitter tone.

-End of Part Four-