Tag: Writing

3-2-1 Challenge – Emojis v Words

Originally the brain child of A Guy Called Bloke , I thank Kristian  from Tales from the Mind of Kristian for inviting me to participate in another 3-2-1 Challenge.  Please check out his site and read some super short stories and poems.

The Rules of the Challenge are as follows:

Thank the Selector

Post 2 quotes for the dedicated Topic of the Day.

Select 3 bloggers to take part in ‘3.2.1 Quote Me!’

Just a few days ago, July 17, was World Emoji Day so today’s 3-2-1 Challenge Word “Expression” was timely. Love them or hate them, we all seem to use them!

 

When we used to write real letters, they were heartfelt and our words were used wisely so there was no misunderstanding.  We cherished them, reread them, tied them in ribbons and saved them in shoeboxes.  I still have some of mine and spent an hour a few weeks ago going through them again.  It made for a very special moment bringing back lots of memories.

These days, unfortunately, we rarely write letters on paper.  We squash our words into emails, texts and twitter, limiting what we actually want to say.  Just to be sure we don’t upset, offend or hurt the recipient of the literary masterpiece, we add emojis here and there to express ourselves so they will hopefully understand our social media shorthand.   I am as guilty of it as anyone else but I think it’s really quite 😥.

Being a tactile person I have always enjoyed paper, books, written materials, that I can touch and smell, and loved writing and receiving letters.  Fortunately I still can do that.  I hope they don’t disappear too soon!

Here are a couple of expressions, not emojis, that amuse me and I share them with you.

I nominate the following bloggers.

J-Dub

Poetry From The Inkwell

Ishaisms

This is challenge of choice and you do not have to respond by any deadline or you don’t have to participate at all.

It’s all just good fun! 😊👍✌️

Enjoy your day!

Christine

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Escape from Chaos

Desperate to escape the chaos
I reach for my formula of medicine
Journal and writing implements in hand
Slipping quietly into oblivion

My thoughts become an epiphany
Exploding in my head
Furiously I write them down
Capturing all before they are dead

The clear night
Gave forth to brilliant stars
Lighting the sky
Like a fireflies in jars

The soft breeze
Was calming my soul
Musical leaves fluttering
I will soon again be whole

My words move quickly
Across the page
Reminiscent of ballerinas
Dancing on a stage

My heart empties
Its tears of pain
Forming verse so beautiful
Reminding me I am sane

When inside my head
Becomes dark and captured
I can set the demons free
With writings enraptured

Flowing effortlessly
Like waters in a stream
Unleashed onto paper
As if in a dream

Therapy for my head
The jumbled pieces of my brain
Coming together in harmony
My heart does not beat in vain

The pen is mightier than the sword
My words are my power
Grounded by my enlightenment
While adversaries inhabit ivory towers

Christine Bolton

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The Dark Mind

The Dark Mind

Why is it possible for someone, who appears to have everything, to be depressed?  Why does this happen to people who, to those looking in, seem so happy and content with their lives?

At times in our lives we have all experienced a form of depression and for the most part we understand what has been the cause.  Severe emotional distress can send us spiraling downwards.  While some of us manage to bounce back from isolated incidents with rational thinking and processing, many cannot do so. Depression can manifest itself in many different ways and is easily mistaken for tiredness, laziness and even rudeness.  Finding any one thing to pinpoint the cause of depression can also be confusing for the sufferer.  Like many other disorders, clinical depression falls on a continuum, from mild to moderate to severe. A mildly depressed person might feel badly a lot of the time but manage to keep up appearances, whereas a severely depressed person often can’t drag himself or herself out of bed.

I too have had moments of deep sadness, loneliness and confusion but I was fortunate in that I found my way out of the tunnel by writing. I do know someone who suffers from inexplicable depression at times.  They find it difficult to explain to non-sufferers and would like nothing more than to be free of those dark feelings.

Below is a poem that I wrote some years ago to describe how I was feeling.  It was a confusing and difficult time for me.  The writing helped and I encourage anyone struggling with feelings of sadness to do the same.  It does not have to take the poetic form; it can be a journal entry where you just let the pain or confusion you are feeling to spill on to a page.  I always find it beneficial to keep writing and not stop until I have exorcised all my thoughts.  Depression however is a very serious condition and I do not want to make light of it.  If you know of someone who is suffering with depression or anxiety please urge him or her to get professional help.

I hope in some small way that you will find this helpful.

Thank you for reading.

Christine

The Dark Mind

I wake with the cloud over my head
I think perhaps it is fear
Which sucks me into the abyss
Where it is impossible to navigate
The way back to sanity

I do not understand
I’m not sure what to do
I must leave this place
And exorcise these feelings
Of impending disaster and failure

My gloomy thoughts need obscurity
The desire for solitude calls me outside
To the soothing blackness of the night
A chill is in the air
And the rain falls in silence

Darkness comes quickly, consuming me
Casting a shadow on the beauty
That is my life
I walk quickly bracing against
The unexpected sudden chill

Collecting the somber thoughts in my head
I ask why does this happen
When everything is so perfect?
There is no reason for my complicated state
So why do I have to carry this albatross on my back?

With a resentful tolerance and
Comprehension of my shortfalls
I accept what is not perfect in me
Knowing there is no explanation
So I will send this unwanted burden on its way

Christine Bolton

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