Category: Guest Posts

These are posts from other bloggers who were kind enough to lend their time to post in my blog.

White (Guest Version)


White is all I seek

In this world so bleak

You were all that was mine

You had something I couldn’t define.

 

Then the world fell at our feet.

And everything went bittersweet

I forgot to swallow my pride

And went with emotions I couldn’t hide.

 

We used to think we were stars aligned

Our lives and emotions were intertwined

You filled up every part of me that had cracked

And you didn’t mind me for everything I lacked

 

But I let you go and I went on my own

Now the memory of you chills me to the bone

Because even if I’m now a different enigma redefined

My feelings for you can not be left behind

 

Now I’m looking for light in the dark

While wanting to forget the past so stark

Now I hope you’re glad with the path you chose

As I go on and seek for white in the shadows.

I’ve written a poem White before. It was for a series of poems with colors (white isn’t a color though. I forgot what it was called in art.) as titles. The first of the series is Black.  A friend of mine (real life friends)  had written his/her own sequel which kinda makes me conscious of my own writing skills.

If you want to submit a guest post, head over to my page named Submit.

Tell me, how did this make you feel?  You have the liberty of sharing it through the comments below. Don’t worry. I won’t judge you. And besides if someone would bully you, I have perfect control over the comments.

 

 

 

If You Will Read This, There’s No Turning Back


Why exactly did you click this post? Well, if you like what I have to offer, here it goes.

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I need guest bloggers. If you’re interested, click me. If you’re not, I won’t spend my life locked in my room just because you don’t care about a person’s feelings.

Guest Post: Welcome To The Afterlife!


This is a guest post by celestranburk, a 17 year old female aspiring to be an author. She loves tragedies and horror. Here is a short vignette she wrote in about an hour.

If you want to guest post, head to Promote Yourself, Be My Guest.

A white utopia swallowed me whole, leaving me suspended in colorless equilibrium.

My ears buzzed from the utter lack of sound that assaulted them. I could not tell if my eyes were opened or closed for the empty whiteness remained regardless of the position of my eyelids. In truth, I was likely not seeing at all, but perhaps merely believing that I could.

A voice broke the silence. It was low, monotone, and oddly familiar. I felt the vibrations resounding in my chest as it spoke, its words rattling around in my rib cage.

It was then that I became acutely aware that I had no heartbeat to match its frequency.

“Welcome to the Afterlife.” The voice said.

“In 24 hours, your physical body will have finished deconstructing. Your memories will then be inserted into your Artificial Soul.”

A loud beep echoed through the space and the voice dissipated into it. Afterlife? Am I dead? I have no recollection of dying. I have no recollection of any part of my life.

My mind is as blank as the world around me. Seconds tick by. A single image materializes in my mind’s eye, blurred at first but slowly becoming clearer.

I see a blue surface, dotted with inconsistent white shapes. A bright orb sits on the left of it, blinding me.

Something rushes past me, but I don’t see it. A pair of legs, presumably my own, appear before my eyes, reaching up towards the blue surface. Something dark shoots across my vision, then consumes it. Everything disappears in that instant, sending me back to this endless white abyss.

My thoughts clear. I fell; no, I was pushed. Off a cliff, I think. Landed head first, probably.

I guess I must have died after all. I guess those were my last moments. And now here I am.

This is where my existence has been transferred to. This is all that is left of me as my body deconstructs; just a disembodied mind floating in white equilibrium.

¤AsilandtheKeyboard¤

Guest Post: How to Greatly Improve Interactions with Your Children


This is a guest post by Melissa McDonald, a wife, mother of 2 girls (3 years old & 1 1/2 year old), and teacher. In her blog, she tries to show how parenting and teaching work together.

And again since this blog is all about randomness, I shall accept the topic of parenting.

I recently listened to Tina Fey’s book, Bossypants on my Audible.com app. I loved it!

One of my favorite parts was when she talked about getting her start in improv. She then shared “Tina Fey’s Rules of Improvisation That Will Change Your Life and Reduce Belly Fat* (*Improv will not reduce belly fat.)”

As I was listening, I thought about some of the parents I’ve worked with over the years who really struggled to talk with their kids. This list would be a fun way to give parents suggestions on how to improve interactions with their children.

Always agree and say, “Yes.”

This one is pretty simple.

Example:

  • Kid – “Do you want to build with the Legos with me?”
  • Parent – “Yes.” (You will not always be able to do this.)

Not only say, “Yes” but “Yes, and.”

Add to the previous comment and contribute to the conversation.

Example:

  • Parent – “I think I will build a house. What are you going to build?

Make statements.

Don’t ask questions all the time. Talk about what you are doing and make observations about what your child is doing. Example:

  • Kid – “I’m building a farm.”
  • Parent – “That’s a great idea. Maybe the house I’m building could be where the farmer lives.”
  • Kid – “Yeah. I’m going to build a fence too.”

There are no mistakes, only opportunities.
You might make a suggestion or observation that does not sit well with your child. Just keep going and try something else. Example:

  • Parent – “Cool! I’ll put the house right here inside the fence.”
  • Kid – “No! The fence is just for the animals.”
  • Parent – “Ok. So I’ll move the house outside of the fence. Hmmm….where is a good place to put it?”

Just like improv, parenting gives us plenty of opportunities to laugh.  Melissa 🙂  I highly recommend that you read Tina Fey’s Rules of Improvisation That Will Change Your Life and Help Lose Body Fat*

This is a scheduled post. By now, I am currently in school, staring directly at the teacher pretending to listen intently but actually my mind is drifting off to this post. Your comments cannot be approved until Saturday. If you’re kind enough, make me happy by commenting or liking this post and visiting Melissa McDonald’s site.

Guest Post : The Best Thing About You


This is a guest post by Khayati. She blogs at Lessons of Life (LOL) and blogs about philosophy and how to better your life with inspiration.

You are just being yourself,
And that’s the best thing about you.

When I see others,
So superficial, so cheesy,
I just thank God,
Because I have you.

We are different,
Not strange, but unique,
Not like the others,
We have something greater.

What not has stood against us?
What not has kept us apart?
But, when have we ever been broken?
In real sense, never is the answer.

How did it sustain,
I wonder and look back,
And, I see two loyal people,
Just being completely pure and loving.

Whatever may come our way,
We’ll not stop trying,
And, one day all odds will favour us,
Because our God is with us.

Thanks for just not playing,
And for being so pure,
You light up my life,
And I love you, because,

You are just being yourself,
And that’s the best thing about you.

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