"I don't need to define you,
You are the one who has it's own existence,
Existing somewhere partially within me,
Reason for which I get attract towards you,
You never vocalize much,
Remain as quite as a silent night,
Even your silence embrace gaiety,
What heavenly powers you hold deity?,
It feels saintly with you,
The way you welcome fascinates me the most,
Holding down bundle of surprises,
Left unopened in the form of surreal view,
Your accompany never realized that I'm alone,
I've been to different places,
Just to know whether this attraction is limited upto some certain places,
Or it is wholly united everywhere,
And yes It is,
Well I'm not the only one who thinks about you,
Recites about you,
and write about you,
Manny wanderer travelling birds are their,
Who do the same,
But difference is what counts...
They do think and recite,
But I feels about you 🌸,"
I ADORE YOU NATURE 💗
These stories are so short, yet so profound @__nonfiction . This writing paints such a vivid picture in your mind’s eye and I think it’s cool that he turns words into clear images so well. My art is supposed to turn sounds and thoughts into physical images; so I tend to put a lot of importance on imagery. Follow my friend Connor (@__nonfiction ) for imagery and the profound that exists within the mundane.
Dear Ross Geller,
How are you? I hope you're FINE. Not like the way you were when Rachel started dating Joey, but actually fine. Haha! Btw, how's family? Did Emma get a sister or brother yet? Well, I know she has Ben as her brother but when you said, "we'll call the next one Ella" to Rachel, It gave me some hopes.
I always found you so amusing. Your obsession with dinosaurs. Well, I don't blame Joey for writing your profession as dinosaurs. The way you were so punctual. The way you were so much into science. The way you loved your friends. Being honest, you were not among them for whom I instantly fall in love with but when I got to know you, you never left my mind. And I feel this love is beyond the love I've for others.
Do you remember the time when Rachel and Monica bet Chandler and Joey that they know more about them. And you guys played a game. Everyone knows who won the bet. For a long time, I believed that Chandler and Joey knew Monica and Rachel more but then I figured out that it was you who knew it all about his friends. How sweet you are?
Ross, I see people talking about you. Saying things about you (not good things) and it hurts me. I know you have made mistakes and I'm sure you have accepted them. But it's okay. People make mistakes. Relationships are not easy. What you did was wrong, I agree. What you did after doing wrong was also wrong (you guys weren't on a break). But it is all okay. You did what you thought was right. And trust me, when I hear your name, the first thing I think of is how caring you were for your friends. I hope you still are.
So, the divorce force, when are you meeting me? It's been a very long time. I'll bring some sandwiches for you and I promise, this time nobody will throw your sandwich.
The girl who's afraid of spiders too. 😜
Learning is a never ending process that changes us and shapes us like the ocean shapes the cave...when you realize the force, you begin to see that there are not many differences between yourself and a large rock at coast. Human growth and the erosion of Earth are two in the same. One we see as gain, the other as loss, as it is, naturally. Funnily enough, both are simply processes, creation in the making, the transition of a lifeform. Letting go, loosening the grip on the idea that we have of ourselves is very similar to the nature of the cliff and the wave. Once we succum to that great power that drives everything that is, it happens without deliberation. It simply is, as it has been and always will be, regardless of existance. We can't know or be anything differenly.
Succumb. Allow it to happen.
Whether or not I was born to be a writer, that's still up for the universe to debate. However, what I can tell you is at this moment, I am meant to be a writer. This is the chosen path for me at this point in my life. I'm happy, I'm fulfilled, some days I want to cry and hide, but overall, I'm happy about the present.
The people who care about us,
Are the ones,
Whom we forget to appreciate enough.
The people who care about us,
Won’t really tell you they do,
But show that instead.
It’s when they decided not to leave you
In the middle of the road,
But stayed with you until you reached home safe.
It’s when they decided not to get too excited by their success,
But help you reach where you want to.
People who care about you,
Remind you to take your medicine when you forget,
Or who remind you of your worth when you mistreated yourself.
They are the ones who would fight with you instead of leaving you alone in your mess,
They are the ones who would hug the crying you at 3 a.m. when everyone decided to ignore your calls.
So when you finally get the picture of those faces,
Start appreciating and valuing them more,
Stop being so negligent when they need you because they weren’t,
Start telling them how much you mean to them
How about just remembering their birthdays or anniversaries,
And finally when you get some senses into yourself,
Starting loving the person who cares about you the most,
That is no one else but You.
It started in elementary school when I was gifted markers and sketch pads for Christmas, when I joined photography clubs, and was told I had “an eye” for patterns. It kept going when I began to express my teen turmoil through very emo poems (if only I still had a copy of my poem The Hillbilly Ex-Boyfriend 🙃) and recording my fantastical dreams about zombies and flying unicorns.
Now it’s focused to a unique world called Ashkadance, the kingdom in which Ember discovers she is actually Embrence Dragon Daughter - the initially unwilling protagonist raised in secret, fearful of her deformity (🐲 scales). Creating a happy, creative, and growth/challenge-focused life is a driving force in my psyche. How can I spread joy today? How can I be a better person today? Is that a good font choice? (lmao)
Life is what you make it. I’m creating an epic one. It’s all up to me. What is up to you? Can you claim it by taking one step in that direction today? 2018 is my year of Pursuit. Watch me grow. 📸@rhapsodyreads #HappyStoryBible#amwriting#amwritingya#yaauthors#yaauthor#yaauthirsofinstagram#writersofinstagram#storybibke#emberdragondaughter
searching ○ .
sometimes I think of us.. humans as .... beautiful mistakes.. searching for light. Fumbling through this reality like babies learning to walk. Not caring for the world that we dwell in. Not knowing what majesty we crawl though. Not understanding what power we carry. Not understanding our heritage. With our faces to the ground we stumble on. Trying to explain the world to ourselves so we feel safer. Telling stories. We believe them so deeply. But what would happen... if we just took a moment to be still. Listen. Observe those beings around us that know how to live. The flowers, the trees, the animals. And tried to be more like the beautiful sun. Still, warm, watching. Full of light. We have teachers all around us. We have guides at every turn. Listen.
Sure, you could binge Netflix, but why not write your own drama in our Beginning Playwriting Intensive this Saturday, 9/22 from 10 am - 5 pm, with David Radavich. You'll explore the most effective way to tell stories in dramatic form and emerge from this full-day intensive with a drafted and workshopped ten-minute play. We’ll study the basic elements of drama (action, character, conflict, dialogue) through a variety of examples, while focusing in detail on your own writing. Details and registration at CharlotteLit.org