New Blog!

Hi everyone. I created another blog where I will talk about my daily life, separate from my writing. I will still post more poems and other writings here, so I’m not going anywhere, but go check it out and follow me (i’ll follow back).

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❤ ❤ ❤ Love Ellie ❤ ❤ ❤

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New Poem: Solace

Here’s a new poem I wrote a few weeks ago. Photo taken by me 🙂

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Solace

My solace is plague by the noise of your continuous lies ,

And in the prison they have locked me in,

I am consumed by my will to let your memory vanish.

Until they flood me with thoughts of unrealistic promises.

~~~

It rushes through my veins,

How can it be so empty?

when the burden feels so heavy.

How am I letting you divert me from where I was going?

~~~

Am I trapped between two guardians?

Or Am I trapped between two traitors?

I hold my arms out to stop them,

but they had already stepped back twice…Why?

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Is my bidding done,  or am I being held like a puppet?

Jumping through hoops,

falling on rocks,

There are no saviours, just two destroyers.

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Love in Memories – Note One

I spontaneously wrote this a few days ago in 20 minutes. I didn’t want to edit, because I wanted to just pour my thoughts out, and leave it the way it turned out. I decided to share it and I hope to share for notes from it as I continue exploring this topic.

Title: Love in memories

 

A ripping pain overflows your veins, while you sit alone in agony. Reminiscing the fruitful moments and the lavishing gifts you once possessed.

 Where did all go?

You blame yourself for the present outcome. The guilt of what you lost, and where you could be right now does not leave your mind. It hurts, it strikes the deepest sorrow in your soul.

Where are you now?

Everything is empty and the world doesn’t make sense. The place where you are sitting is where everything will come together.

How will you move forward?

There is no clear starting point, but you can begin to gather leftover,s of any will you have to live. This is how you will resurface – or so you think – but all you have left to do is decide whether or not it’s worth moving forward.

You affirm to yourself that it doesn’t end here, but you have nothing around, except yourself. Where are you catching the inspiration from? There is one thing that you didn’t think you could count on, and that is your memories. You believe all the memories you have serve no purpose, because all you want to remember are the bad memories. There is one thing you overlooked and that is the love that you can find in them.

 

 

<3<3<3 Love, Ellie <3<3<3

My latest Poem: “Reaching for the tallest branch”

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The words disperse,

and her heart rapidly beats;

as she reaches for the tallest branch.

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It’s not that it is unknown,

it is that she realizes what she once dreamed about

became her present reality.

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The touch, the unbroken promises,

and the assurance that they are whole. 

She exhales, she hopes,

as she reaches for the tallest branch.

~~~

The denial that absorbs her insecurities,

she knows in her mind she will fall again,

what can reassure her?

Just herself, as she reaches for the tallest branch.

~~~

and the fear of freeing her patched up heart. 

~~~

An apparition that signifies the start of a journey,

that is freeing her patched up heart.

After many failed attempts at healing damaged chapters.

What, if anything, is left for her to give? 

~~~

An unfair question to herself.

~~~

It is this moment when she becomes aware,

that everything she is has never left

and the emotional beating was the wall she created.

~~~

What now?

~~~

She once looked in the mirror, in a dream, as an elder.

She faced fear, regret, everything she didn’t want to become.

It haunted her, until she set on to stop it from being her reality.

~~~

She lets go,

she opens up,

she loves again.

She reaches the tallest branch.

<3<3<3 Love, Ellie <3<3<3

 

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?

~~~

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?

~~~

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

 

First World Problems: “I should’ve gotten a better FREE gift”

If aliens have not invaded Earth, it is because of that quote in the title. I am getting worried about how society is slowly ending its principles. Why do people get so greedy and selfish?

First of all, FREE gifts are not FREE if you get it at the store you frequently stop by. Sure, it is FREE when they give it to you, but you have paid and will pay for it when making other purchases. Second, It is a FREE GIFT, F-R-E-E…FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Get over it if it isn’t what you expected. Do you throw the gifts you get for your birthday at your friends’ faces? No. At least, I hope you don’t o_O.

It is FREE for a reason. No refunds (because you didn’t pay for it). No price adjustments (because you didn’t pay for it). Yes, you can probably exchange for another one if you get a faulty one, but if supplies are gone, then don’t throw a tantrum about how your life is over.

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Over-thinking

I am ready to submit 3 poems to a magazine contest. Will they pick them? Unlikely, but like any other struggling artist, I MUST start from somewhere. I always say my rejections can be anecdotes for my future children. It would make for a better life story – not to diminish anyone who achieved success right away – 

These poems have to be unpublished, which means you won’t get to read them until they accept/reject them. It makes it even harder, because I cannot ask for your opinion! Normally, it is easy for me to write poems, because they come from my heart. When I write and do it well, I write as fast as I drool over my crushes. Today? That did not happen, and why?

1) It is a contest

2) It MUST be a well-crafted poem (no pressure, right?)

3) It is a contest

4) Lots and lots and thousands of entries

The pros is that there is no theme. Therefore, I have the freedom to write from my heart; that is if my brain will just stop interfering. The best I came up with was: I feel like a squished plum, rotting under the incandescent sun. But, do not worry, because that sentence will never be imprinted on any magazine. It’s like an embarrassing moment replaying in your head over and over again. When will the madness end?

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Poem: Antagonist

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Evasion of leftover sorrow

And miscreant patches in my heart

I plea to the one I name, a thief

To withhold what breaks me apart.

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The impaling hit your absence makes

Cannot disappear with lasting memories

I move forward, to retract my aches

And turn deluge of tears into my remedies.

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I, with discomfort, go on – wherever you are,

The idea of no return, with the clues of many reasons

I control the power of the sting of your scar

And I do not attend to my broken pieces.

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Am I damaged? Do I know how to feel?

It strikes me in the corner of my emotions;

The thought I will never heal

From the steps we have taken by our devotions.

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Can you pull me into my righteous path?

I wish to frisk by the ocean with your company

And disconnect from agonizing wrath.

I was once known to be bubbly.

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Behind me, I acknowledge your being

I dream for you to catch me

You have gifted me with sense of freeing

So that today I can clearly see.