Category: Creative Writing

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In tribute to feelings and moments

There’s something to be said about  taking the time to recognize the intricacies of feelings and the bond it has to moments. Some moments in life kindle feelings so transparent, you can immediately fathom; while others stimulate emotions so opaque and complex that requires a little sitting down and reflecting to grasp. Often, the turmoil and chaos of life turns us oblivious to our emotion and time prevents us from being able to differentiate between the two. Here’s a feeling that has emerged as of late: 


The Feeling I get when thinking about the future

The older I get, the more I become aware that life is fleeting. I can no longer be the reckless young girl I was yesterday. “I wish you would stay this young forever”, My mom told me. “I will”, I told her, without realizing that I had made a promise that was destined to be broken. I think I was more than anything forced to learn about the harsh responsibilities that come with growing up. Often, I would find myself staring at the dull ceiling, which at times seems remarkably intriguing, or the vast sky, thinking about what would happen when I graduate from high school: the choices that I will make and where I would end up. Moments like this sparks a feeling of anxiety, uneasiness and some that interrupts the usual rhythm of my heart. However, I have learned that time doesn’t delay and moments can pass in the blink of an eye. Instead of stressing about the future, I should be relishing the present. Ergo, I plan to savor every bit and moments I have in the present and not overthink about the future. I plan to push myself to create purposeful poems and to do more reflective writing like this one; with the goal of making myself feel like I am making the most of the time that I have. The future is an enigma; no one knows what it holds, yet, we can make calculated decisions in the present, to at least have a fraction of control over what our future will look like.

 

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Keep up with the storm to see the rainbow

     The storm made it way through the clear sky, approaching fast. People quickly rise up on their feet as small droplet showered upon them. The rambunctious sounds of thunder echoes through the now empty beach filling each and every corner. As darkness fills the once clear cloud like a contagious disease lashing on any innocence it can find, bird silenced their song and flee to a safer place away from the colossal storm. Sand castles were now filled with seawater and seaweed, at least you can still tell that it’s a sand castle but not for long until a huge wave crashing onto the shore taking every little piece of sediments that holds the structure of the castle. The wind picked up trash that had been left on the sandy shore and scattered it all over the land. People sheltered in their car, hoping for the dark cloud to pass by; Their windscreen wiping furiously against the heavy droplet that fired rapidly down the sky. Wave raged upon the sand, hitting it violently, sending it back and forth. Boat rocked left to right, trying to keep up with the waves that was hitting it, afraid that it can over turn at any moment. The sound of kids crying, intimidated by the storm, made it way around the lifeless landscape as no one dared to leave their home. As time went by, the storm became mild and soothing almost rocking the once crying baby to sleep. People lifted their head to the sky dumbfounded. There was lines of different vibrant colors, stretched across the sky without an ending point who knows what lies at the end of the colors. Showing even a bad day can end beautifully. People were pleased and satisfied with what they saw, the once hatred that they felt for the storm was washed away. A terrible day can have a beautiful ending, remember that if you want to see the rainbow than you have keep up with the storm. “Don’t wait for the storms of your life to pass. Learn to dance in the rain.” Steve Rizzo.

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Use the back of your brain

     We did a workshop with an organization from Siem Riep which is called Writing Through. We did a lot of creative stuff such as brainstorming about different ideas and we also learned how to write a poem. 

This is my poem:

The Past


The Past can be painful

It can also be dull,

The past is your scar

It is who you are.

Your past can be happy,

It can also be sad,

It’s almost like a two-faced mask.

Appreciate your past, it can be your future,

Appreciate your present,

In fact, it can be your teacher

Don’t judge anyone

Without knowing their past,

Because the chance you get to see them,

Can be your last.

Angels can be devils, you see

But before hating them

Ask why they be.

Learn from your past, 

be better, not bitter

if the rose wither,

tell them that I’m forever.

Your past is your present

Your present is your future

Do what you want and

Don’t regret it later.