#365daysofwritings

[thatmessofadaydreamer]

Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

Mark Twain

26/365

I chose this quote as today's entry because it's a self reminder I feel I will need a lot during this journey

[365runesofthesystem]

58 Crazy In Love

She blinks, stares at him as the foreigner takes a second of shock before blushing hard at him. 

The foreigner murmurs out a reply, bows quickly before running away, leaving him to stare after them confused.

She steps up, coughs before looking at the ground. 

“Well I know I told you to share your feelings freely but I wasn’t expecting a confession.”

He turns to her, gives her a look.

“What did I say?”

She blinks, sighs before rubbing at her temple. 

“You told him you were crazy in love with him.”

He stares, the confusion slowly falling away to complete horror before the blush attacks his face and the embarrassment sets in. 

“I said what!?”

She blushes herself but nods, looks away as he falls onto his haunches and groans, burying his head in his hands.

“I am such an idiot! He probably thinks I am a freak!”

She coughs, glances at him before looking away.

“Actually, from his response, he sounded kinda happy, albeit a bit surprised. You probably just caught him off-guard.”

He stares at her, watches as she glances at him again. 

“Really?”

“Really.”

He blushes harder, for a different kind of embarrassment, throws his head back into his hands to hide the giant smile.

She rolls her eyes, smiles too as she looks away. 

“Is it stupid to be happy?”

“Maybe a little. Then again, you were never too smart.”

“Right, thanks.”

“Mhm.”

[threesixxtyfive]

Moving

Friends, I’m officially moving off of Tumblr and revamping a blog project I started a few years ago. If you’d like to follow my writing there, I’d love to connect at twomilksnosugar.wordpress.com.

Yours,

T

[leonrochamusic]

Ancestors August 9th, 2020 History can only repeat itself when we expect the world to be different without first shifting personal perspectives towards the broader whole. In remembering our ancestors, we honor their lives, the sacrifice made for us to breathe this moment. Without them, there is no you, no now, no then. Thank you.

[gotheconfusedbookworm]

Words Everyday #28

The delicious blinding, yearning of the young

waved into silence

drunk as usual

somebody who spoke my own language

how violently I have missed you

A girl must use her opportunities.

[pomegranateichor]

this is the moment of giving up, this is one second where the world gets tilted the wrong way, and everything starts changing.

i was alone, walking on a beach made of glass before its glass, and the water looked like glass. the sun cutting itself into shards on the surface, my life a mosaic for once. there was a mosaic in the first house. and it looked so out of place, among the shabby, function-made clothes and the worn furniture. it was a picture of some battle, some war i didn’t remember. none of the people had faces. that month was the hardest month of my whole life. so hard, most days the sun went down like something was forcing it to. most days i didn’t see the sun at all. and all through that i never gave up. but then after that there was another house, and more mosaics, turning battles into victories instead of just bloodshed.

turning people into people with faces. another month of not giving up, of holding a ball of steel in my stomach, getting used to not sleeping. all that and more. the first day of paradise, i wasn’t ready. i knew what everyone else had wanted of me. and i knew how to give enough of it without losing myself. but this one was different. all the walls and the floor too were bare. no battles. no bloodshed. i wasn’t ready for it. i went six weeks without giving up, and without being asked to. when i finally did give up, it was a very gentle thing. more gentle that it had ever been in my entire life. more gentle than i thought was possible. when i finally gave up, i did it unbound, un-coerced. uninhibited.

[mabhsavage]

Delighted to be back on the #MoonBooks blog with some brand new poetry for the start of 2022, inspired by, er, writing a poem for someone else! I also talk a little about my renewed interest in #Loki. I wrote this piece a little while back, and just today I posted another Loki poem on my own blog, not realising the other blog was also being published today, and I’m sure the Trickster finds this very amusing! I can’t imagine Loki minds the additional attention. 🔥 Copy and paste this link or use the LinkTree in my bio: https://www.johnhuntpublishing.com/blogs/moon-books/moon-books-poets-2-mabh-savage/ . . . #FridayFeeling #FridayReads #WritingCommunity #Poetry #365DaysOfWriting #Pagan #PaganPoetry #Lokean https://www.instagram.com/p/CY_0mo6sti_/?utm_medium=tumblr

[irishbluejay]

Went to back to my roots on this one. It doesn’t have a name yet #365daysofwriting #writersofinstsgram #poetry #blue #sunset https://www.instagram.com/p/CKf8AMvhn3L/?igshid=va05m9l1glts

[juzailajumari]

How to conquer your vlogging fears if you are an introvert

People who have met me or somewhat know me on a personal basis would find it hard to believe that I am introvert. I tend to do the whole social butterfly thing when I am around people. Generally I can be quite confident, sometimes my low self esteem gets the better of me and when that happens I mask it with wits and jokes.

If I need to convince you otherwise, then call me an ambivert.

However, being around people drains me. I feel the need to crawl into a cave after being around people even family members, even my husband for long period of times. I need the to feel alone, I need to be alone. Solitude centers me.

So why then, do I vlog?

It is precisely because I am an introvert that I vlog. Vlogging allows me to have a voice without facing a million people directly. ��It allows me to express myself creatively as myself without the mask we often put on when we are with different people. I get to be me. YOU get to be you.

However, being you can bring about its own fear. Imagine being rejected by potentially a million people which is often the case when you are starting out and no one really knows you. It sucks when you think people have no interest in you being you and are not watching your videos. It can be scary.

But as I will share with you how you can overcome that fear and have courage, vlogging doesn’t have to be scary.

#1 Just start.

If you want to vlog, grab a camera and just start shooting. No topic or idea? Just say what you want to say to the camera. Anything that comes to mind then watch it after that. Look at yourself. Cringe because it is going to be bad. It’s ok. You are your number one fan and you love you. So learn some quick edits and post it up. Title my first entry or whatever, just do it.

#2 What’s your reason to vlog?

For me, I wanted to be fearless. I wanted to be strong to handle any rejections so I often tell myself that I am being rejected by a million people daily when no one watches my video and THAT would make me stronger. That would mean I no longer care what people think of me. If no one was going to watch me, I was going to watch me. I am my number one fan and I love me. Plus, I really enjoy vlogging.

So find a reason, your big WHY on starting a vlog. Use that as your motivation.

#3 Accept mistakes

You are going to look silly, your edits are not going to perfect. Learning curve is pretty steep with vlogging as you deal with pre-production, production and post production. Trying to figure out how to edit, shoot is going to be a challenge in the beginning. Accept that you are going to make mistakes and that is ok. It is part of the process. Unless you are vlogging for a client and you are accepting money for it, you have to learn how to forgive yourself for mistakes. Mistakes makes you learning better. Keep learning from it and soon you’ll be vlogging like a pro.

#4 With power comes responsibility

When you have no followers, it is easy to get carried away with random topics about you and only you but eventually you will get people who follow you and when that happens, consider providing valuable content for your followers because even though vlogging is about you, it is not for you. It is for your followers and what you vlog can have a major impact on them regardless if you feel like an influencer or not.

#5 Be invisible

I still have problems vlogging in public. I felt self-concious that people are looking. For practice, I often find a quiet corner to film or whisper to the camera. The more you vlog publicly, the more you get better at it. Instead of shooting a full video, do small recording like 30 seconds of footage and 30 seconds of talking. I still experience anxiety when I vlog in public but have learnt to overcome it. Consistency and frequency of vlogging is key. Or if you are not ready, just keep vlogging at the privacy of your own home and go out only when you are ready.

If you are overwhelmed with anxiety, think small baby steps. Just record yourself for a minute and see what happens. Do it everyday for the next 30 days. If you stitch the clips together, that is already 30 minutes worth of video from just the habit of shooting a minute a day!

[maya-ki-duniya]

Each morning

As I drive down the winding road

My toes cold

Breeze invading my clothes

I watch the flowers blossom

Covering in their beauty

The long barren branches

All these weeks

I have watched those

Branches come to life

But only today it struck me

That spring was arriving

Not just on branches

But even in me

The cold wind each moring

Was fanning adament embers

Of passion

Which has wandered off

And got lost

In unknown corners of me

All this while they glowed low

But the cold wind

Had done

What needed to be undone

It was no longer

Just the flowers

Which blossomed

With them there are aslo

Blossoming a thousand me

~Maya ki Leela

[bipolarstrongmom]

A Daughter Gone

A Daughter Gone. Published

She left without warning,

She never said goodbye.

No notice, no signals, gone.

In despair a mother weeps.

How has her little girls grown so distant?

‪Where did she go wrong, ‬

a mother cries in silence,

for the love of her child,

no other can compare.

She’s gone without caution.

A little girl growing up,

and she will world so cold. She’s turned away from family, all she’s ever known,

for reasons she hold tight.

©Christina M

1/2018

#Poetry #saddness #365daysofwriting

[thatmessofadaydreamer]

I decided to study foreign languages because I love literature, and I wanted to see with my own eyes, without the interposition of the translator, how the authors of my favourite books really felt.  I wished to read those emotions directly from the source. 

However, now that I try to put on paper and ink how I feel, I realise that nothing we read is devoid of translation and that when I try to convey my feelings via words lots of things get lost in translation.

And I wonder if it's always like this or if it's because I myself am not able to read with a clear mind my own emotions.

[365runesofthesystem]

43 You Bastard

A shriek makes him look up from his book, see her staring at her laptop.

"No, no, no, no, no."

He watches as she scrolls, sees her face grow more horrified as she reads whatever is on the screen.

"No, please, how could you!?"

He puts his book down, sighs as he turns to her.

"What happened?"

She jabs at her keyboard, groans in frustration.

"This... Stupid piece of... I can't believe they would do this!"

He nods, taps his book.

"Okay, but what happened?"

She slaps the keys, gives him a glare.

"This piece of bathroom graffiti just posted a another fanfic - and it is a really good one, you should really read it later, not the point - and, not only did she leave it on a cliffhanger but, this little ball of dust bunnies just.."

She throws her hands up in anger.

"IT HAS BEEN THREE YEARS!?"

He sighs.

"Why do you like her again?"

She sighs, clicks around on her laptop.

"Because she writes beautifully and I love her."

"She left a fic with a cliffhanger for three ye-"

"SHE IS OBVIOUSLY WORKING ON IT."

"Okay."

He waits, gives her a look before picking up his book again.

And only get two sentences in before another shriek comes from her.

"YOU BASTARD, DON'T GIVE ME A DRABBLE, UPDATE YOUR FIC."

He sighs, turns the page.

[aggressivelydrinkingtea]

I’m Angry

When you ask someone who has the ability to see what color, what color they associate with anger it’s always red. What about passion? Red. Can we talk about jealousy? That’s green. And about greed? That’s green. All cousins, intertwined with one another. Can you have one without the other? Anger, it’s just a secondary emotion, and yet, it’s one of the first that springs from our lips in rage. “You make me so angry!” and you do. It starts in my  toes and just like a cartoon I can see it going up, reaching my brain at last. It goes fuzzy and that’s all I can think about. I can’t focus on anything but that static of my brain, the aching in the back of my skull. It’s all I can think about. It consumes me. 

It’s a good thing it doesn't happen very often, only when the values I hold closest to me are questioned, they’re tested. Even the small thing, the ones that seem insignificant. It can all trace back to one of the things I hold dear to me. A secondary emotion. A hardness in my heart. 

A smile, a good meal, a song that makes me want to dance. A stubborn man, that hates to see me upset. His very bad jokes that always make me smile. My heart softens. 

[thisis-ornella-blog]

[8/365] “you have more protective film to peel” - the cycle of a life upgrade #365daysofwriting . . inspired by my current hunt for a new phone, ha. have you gotten a new phone lately? if so, which one?. . . . . . #writing #writingofig #dailywriting #writinglife #writersofig #writersofinstagram #prose #prosepoetry #spilledink #thisisornella #thisisornellawrites #upgrade #lifeupgrade

[gotheconfusedbookworm]

Words Everyday #27

The grass was green back when the rain meant puddles.

Puddles for jumping not puddles for drowning.

The days were warm back when the sun didn’t mock the moon.

Bleeding innocence the world was safe

Mind calm

When the night was no battlefield but a land of sleeping dreams.