Roseinbloom

Roseinbloom

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  • Roseinbloom
    Published 10 days ago
    Strolling through the woods

    Strolling through the woods

    Strolling through the woods I look up, seeing the beauty in the trees around me. The sounds of nature ringing through my ears. Smells beautifully blowing through the gentle, loving, autumn, wind. Spinning around in a standing circle with arms wide open, and absorbing the fresh air. Feeling the sun filter through the tree tops, just beaming down with happy warmth. Closing my eyes, soaking in the rays of glowing sunshine, I sense someone or something watching me. I slowly lowered my head from looking up at the sun beam coming through the tree tops. Looking around me, there wasn’t anything different visually.. It was quieter than before. Ears started to ring so loud because of not having any sound or any wind. The scenes around me as I continued to walk, were like I was walking in a painting. I chuckled quietly to myself. I was walking in a living painting; God’s painting. Continuing on, only making sounds beneath my footsteps and moving branches to get through; when needed. There wasn’t any hurry. The feeling of being watched wasn’t a scary one, it was a curiosity one—I could tell. I know that sensation as well, as for being a curious one myself, too. I kept sensing it from a long distance away then it would get closer, closer at times, then gone for days. After the few days had past of not feeling watched, I ended up at the homestead I built by hand by the river. Grabbing my note book and pencil, climbed up a tree, and perched myself there. Writing as pleased, I felt the sensation again. Stopping what I was doing, I looked around to see who or what it was. Nothing unusual.. Then I heard a click. I shrugged it off thinking it was a branch braking off somewhere.. I hear more of the sound OF a tree branch creaking.. Listening intensely, still writing. This didn’t sound like just any animal was on it.. Or it was a heavy stupid bear. I stopped writing and put my pencil down in my notebook when I heard a thud. A groan that wasn’t animal like came from that direction too. Part of me wanted to find out who or what it was, part of me wanted to run and hide; not wanting to be found by anyone. To be free from human kind. Not told what to do or judged, just free as the birds in the trees. To do as I please without someone harking on my every move. I was like a deer; watching yet ready to run at any moment. The woods was silent. There was rustling in the direction I heard the branch break. The sound of something getting up from the ground and dusting itself off. I heard a voice, it shocked me to hear another voice out in these woods. Since there isn’t any trails or anything. It was a frustrated sad tone, smooth too. I couldn’t tell what they were saying but they were sad. Then I heard them walking away out of the woods. I could feel the sadness they gave off. I wondered, ‘Why they were sad?’ The woods is a calming place. Grabbing my notebook and heading back to the cabin to change. I got ready for a shower. Thinking of what happened today made me wonder what they were doing. Told myself not to worry about it. After the shower, I grabbed something to eat out of the stream next to the cabin. As I was hand grabbing fish, I felt this same presence again. The same as before. It was calm too. Not intruding, just observing, feeling like they were admiring. I went along doing what I needed to do, ignoring the sensation. Feeling the sensation leave as I ate my meal in the cabin.
  • Roseinbloom
    Published 10 days ago
    Mourning Lost Writings

    Mourning Lost Writings

    How does a writer function after losing all the years of writing they have ever written? How do they cope? All the emotions, knowing they can't get those writings back; word for word anyway.
  • Roseinbloom
    Published 11 days ago
    Writing happy as a daisy

    Writing happy as a daisy

    I love to write all kinds of things, but why am I scared to publish it? All the different styles of writing and topics are fun to write about so.. Why am I scared to share what I love to write about? Even when there isn't any comment section on this site.. Why do I hesitate? Past history fear of rejection that still lingers here and there possibly?
  • Roseinbloom
    Published 11 days ago
    How bad do you want it?

    How bad do you want it?

    There is something you desire.. You don’t have to say it or even tell me. Write it down, if desired. Maybe you won’t have enough paper or time to write everything down about EVERY LITTLE THING you desire. Don’t feel guilty for not writing it down or anything of the sort. We all have lives we got to live that need our daily attention. Why dream about those desires when you may thing that they may not come true? For example: dream desires, travel desires, job desires. You certainly can achieve anything you set your mind to. Leave doubt, worry, fear and negativity in the past. Let the shining future be warming to your daily life, knowing tomorrow can be better than today; when we think positively.
  • Roseinbloom
    Published 29 days ago
    Was I born in the wrong generation?

    Was I born in the wrong generation?

    Haha, those days when we feel and think we are older than we actually are.. *Sighs* *Gets up from chair, hearing some sort of crack in the body* You're wondering next time what part of the body is going to pop next, in theory. Or the times that you remember that it was a certain amount of years ago that you graduated, that you rode the bus for the last time, certain big points even little points in your life felt like eternity ago. Plus the people you remember growing up being little kids are adults and so forth.. Along with the technology.. oh boy, how it has changed since time began. Sometimes it's nice, sometimes it's better to do it the old fashion way.
  • Roseinbloom
    Published 29 days ago
    What do you want to create?

    What do you want to create?

    The question is always given to us at many points in our lives; What do you want to do with your life? We get sick of hearing this so often that at times doubt comes into our minds. Making us wonder are we doing what we are supposed to be doing with our lives. I'm not here to tell you whether your doing it right or wrong. We all have rocky roads and paths we need to take to get to where we are destined to be. Yes, there are going to be times we won't like where we are and be frustrated. Though there are those times, we will overcome them! Seeing the sunshine and happiness in between. Then when looking back at times you'll find peace knowing why you went through why you went through what you did. As I write this let's get to having fun thinking about why we want to create things or how we want to create our lives. --Shall we?