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On a Fairly More Personal Note: Confessons Part 1

Here are confessions! Now if you want your confessions in one then send them to this email address:

…….  emilyswritingadventures@gmail.com ……..

 I promise to leave your name out because these are anonymous

Also if you would like to see these continue I recommend you tell me so. So far I haven’t been getting a lot of feedback on my notes. So you must comment and tell me. If I don’t get alot of demand for this then I will discontinue this. Its all for you folks. :) I will be posting another one as soon as I get enough confessions, so send me a message with confessions 2 in the title and it will make me happy. :) Also I put one of my own confessions in here but please don’t try to guess anyone’s. Kay?

 

 

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*I’m determined to become Lady Gaga’s best friend :)

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*I wish I had a pair of antenna, not like attached to me, but you know those cute headbands with bobbles on the tips or whatever, I want a sparkly pair that glow in the dark. I am pretty sure i would wear those everywhere.

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*I dated a gay guy!

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*I’m addicted to Degrassi:the next generation!

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*I’m addicted to carmex… lol

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*I am obsessed with sex & the city. I just started watching & literally can’t get enough :)

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*I’m obsessed with pixie sticks

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*I don’t like chocolate..

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*I’m addicted to Canibus ;)

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*I’ve always wanted to be a princess. My whole life I’ve been one of the guys, but secretly I wanna wear dresses all the time and get my nails done. I’ve never tanned or anything. I just wanna be a girly girl!

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* I count the steps I take while going down stairs lol

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*I love Diet Dr. Pepper more than any other beverage.

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*I’m really obsessed with Justin Bieber..

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*I sleep with my computer on which gives light, because im afraid of all the spiders in my house.

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*I seem to be unable to sit for very long without propping one leg up with the other, and then when that leg gets tired, I switch sides.

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*I’m scared of elevators

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[A big ginormous huge thank you to everyone who sent in confessions! They were all really good! Please send in some for next time too!

loves and kisses

~Emi


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Paradise Falls

         In Montana the men were tough and the women were tougher. The snows were hard and the summers bright. Neighbor meant friend, and love was strong. People grew up working hard and the Big Sky ran through their veins. They ran outside to the backyard beauty, and grew old watching the sun set behind the Rockies. The earth was rich, the air clean; smiles were broad, and hands were strong. Homes were built with the labour of friends and the sweat upon their brows. Children ran wild, young, and free; the water ran clear and the wells were deep. Game was plenty even in the dead of winter.

        What happened to my home? Why is the air no longer clean? Why do the rivers run dark with debris? Why is the soil no longer fertile? Why are we frightened of our neighbors and don’t go outside? Because too many people discovered my paradise, they figured out where my heart resides and they stole the joy from the land.

       Please don’t come to paradise if you’ll only eat it from the inside out. Don’t rot my state to the core, let the trees grow again, let the rivers run clear and the air come clean. Don’t bring your poison to my home, keep your crime, your mischief, your death inducing ways to yourself. 

      It is The Last Best Place, must you ruin that too? Must you keep going and going until there is no place left to go? Do you have to destroy every bit of beauty left? Does freedom mean nothing anymore? Will the work of our ancestors be in vain? Must you make me weep for the death of my home?

           Stay away,

                   do not come,

                          leave my paradise be.

                                   Let it be beautiful and free.

*This is inspired by a conversation I had with a friend about growing up in Montana. We both love this place do death and hate it when it gets destroyed. If she is down, I will credit her. But since its like one in the morning, and most normal people are in bed, it will have to wait!

(C) Copyright by Emily Erhart 2011


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Ode To My True Friends

"……….you make it easier to be………."

" A true friend is one soul in two bodies." ~Aristotle

         These are the times that require us to reach in our magic bag of friendship and pull out the friends who mean the most to us. To surround yourself with those who truly care, the friends who know your life inside and out and still don’t mind if you complain a bit. Those who stick by you through thick and thin and who love you no matter how hard it is. They are the people you sit and talk on the phone for hours with, sometimes talking but mostly sitting in silence, just happy to know someone who cares is on the other end.

     There are never awkward silences where you both feel insecure. They are someone you can call or text in the middle of the night, and they’ll be there. They are the ones you can cry with, laugh incessantly with, pick a fight with and get over it within two seconds. Someone you share all your feelings, fears, hopes, failures, dreams, goals, wishes, and secretes with.

       Someone you know you’ll spend the rest of your life with, no matter who else comes along. The ones who never judge you and always make time for you. You can laugh together about mistakes you’ve made. Sit on the porch and laugh at your grandchildren playing in the mud together.

        Your best friend….. your true friend, is one who never lies to you. The one you can always talk to. You have those moments where you cant stop laughing; either at each other, or with each other. The few people who you can sit and watch sappy tear-jerker movies together, and cry and not even care.

        The ones who know every facial expression you can make and what it means. The ones you can spend every day with, the ones who you can spend the night with and stay up till six am and wake up two hours later, ready for a new adventure.

       Someone who can give you ideas, inspire you, give you advice, and give you something new to try. This is the time in your life where you know who really cares about you; and who you really care about, and that you don’t need those fake friends “….and all of them would sell (you) for a song…” that don’t truly care.

       Your true friend knows you inside and out, knows when you’re feeling blue when no one else does. who understands why you feel the way you do. Who can tell you have one of those happy secrets your just bursting to tell them. 

         Someone who you can spend time with and not need to gossip and down talk because you both know you complete each other. This person is someone you go to the park with and sit and eat candy and chug energy drinks until you can’t think straight anymore…. 

… It’s love… and to all my true friends, I love you. What would I do without you? Where would I be without you? Who would I be without you. You’re all I am.

songs quoted:

Easier To Be~Lifehouse

Falling Apart~Matt Nathanson

* i wrote this one day cuz i was in one of those super bad moods and i realized all my friends cared even when the ‘other’ friends didn’t. i realized my true friends matter more than life. i hope you enjoy

(C) Copyright 2010 by Emily Erhart

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My Paper Wish

"…I wrote this for you…" "…more than a feeling…"

        I decided to write you to improve my penmanship. I don’t know if it’s improved or not, imitating people’s handwriting.

      I miss you like the sun misses the flower in the dead of winter. Across the frozen desert I long to fly to be safe and warm in your arms. To hear your voice across the darkness: calm, comforting, and cool. I dream of awaking to your sweet breath playing across my face as you push my hair out of my eyes. I wish to fall asleep in your arms, listen to your heart beat as it synchronizes with mine, our breath in perfect harmony. Sing to me soft and sweet. Our lips brush as we talk in the night. A small moment during the day: a brush of fingers in passing, a wink across the room, a blown kiss caught and kept, your hand as it locks with mine, a whisper of love in my ear.

      Butterflies collide as you bow and kiss my hand. A night of dancing under the stars, a picnic under the sun in a green glade, singing along to our favorite songs on the road to anywhere, swimming in the cool creek, your hands as you brush my hair, your arm around my shoulder during a film.

       Catching frogs in a pond, watching the birds build a nest, or the geese guiding their goslings to the water. Kissing in the pouring rain, lying on the warm sand of the beach watching the beautiful rolling waves; or making angels in the freshly fallen snow, sledding for a while then sitting beside a warm fire with a nice mug of hot cocoa; or playing with the baby goats in a warm, green, sunny meadow; or star gazing till the sun begins to hedge the horizon.

     The bass of your voice echoing upon the canyon walls as you tell a tale of true love. My head in your lap as we spend the afternoon quietly basking in each other’s presence.

     It’s not poetry, or music, or even a story. This, I suppose, is what you could call a wish. My paper wish. Maybe someday it will come true. 

~ I wrote this during school, I was bored and needed to get some emotions off my chest. It was going to be for me to either keep and digest later or burn. But I showed it to someone. She had such a rush of emotions when she read it that it made me think of making everyone feel that alive. So I posted it. I don’t know what its going to make you feel, but I would like to know what you thought, felt, or even saw. So post a comment. Let me know. This isn’t for any one of you specifically. I just wrote it.

Songs quoted:

Where Is Your Boy Tonight~Fall Out Boy

More Than A Feeling~Boston

(C) Copyright 2010 by Emily Erhart


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Multiple Mini Pieces

*I wrote these way back in like 2006 so you can compare my writing from then to my writing now. Since this stuff is kinda old it isn’t very good, but I wanted to give you guys insight on how much I have improved.

Road Trip:

         Lets take a road trip. A road trip to nowhere. And when we finally get there, we’ll be there. And when we find out where we are I’ll whisper a secret in your ear. And we’ll share the sunset together at the end of nowhere and for awhile we’ll be two people at the end of a journey, at the end of the rainbow it isn’t gold but a truly great friendship that was meant to last a lifetime. And forever I’ll be true to you always at the end of nowhere.

Before The Thunder

        I pay strict attention to the smallest details as you cry your way out of the dark.

Its hot and cold and I’m crying tonight, you open up and I take it in.

The music’s playing your heart skips a beat.

My hair falls on your face as your eyelashes caress my cheek. 

Your eyes shine in the starlight reflecting thousands of possibilities.

The sighing of the wind in the branches of the willows and the aspens brings the call of the wild running through our veins.

 We blend like bleeding rainbows, our hearts pump adrenaline mixing with our sighs.

The air is cool and calm, like just before the thunder.

On The Sand In The Sun By The Sea

              The sand on the beach connects you to me, the breeze is blowing gently and it feels so nice with you by my side. The simplicity of holding hands and laughing in the sun and sea. Eyelash wishes and butterfly kisses and the near misses add up to be: two bored teens on the sand in the sun by the sea, singing of life and how good it used to be.  The talking and laughing and smiling and singing connects us on a new level.

  

Electrical Pulses

        Your presence is intoxicating, your smile dredges up emotions so long forgotten.  Your scent calls me.  Its addicting the way you make me feel, but it’s better than a drug, its more than a rush.  you take my breath away, your body close to mine, enthralling me in emotion.  Your eyes drawing me deeper, your soul beckons, your kiss ravages me an brightens my world.  Life is better with you here, the intensity is like a magnet, I’m drawn irrevocably towards you. Like the moon and earth. Your warmth sings to me, your pulse calming, yet wild. Your eyelashes graze my cheek, and I understand its more than a chemical reaction more than electrical pulses. The music of your breath sounds in my mind, no words are needed, our language is in our bodies, lying close in the dewy grass. Your smile mysterious and seductive. The shyness slips away with the night, and the sunrise completes us. 

Love

         Something is coming.  I don’t know what it is, but when it gets here I’ll follow it wherever.  I can feel it in my veins, under my skin, in my bones; vibrating through me.  Its wonderful and perfect, yet untamed and free.  Its crazy, trusting something so completely, yet it feels so right.  I can tell it will change my life, but not how, or why.  I do know its good I feel, some hardships but I feel the good parts too. 'Take the good times with the worst.'  It took me a while to figure out what it is,  but I know: it is love. Yes simple, but passionate, powerful, and strong.  I’m committed completely, there is no letting go and no holding back.   It has come.

(C) Copyright by Emily Erhart 2006


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I Am Fish

        Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to be a fish. Floating, soaring, swimming in the deep. Wispy tendrils of fins floating around me. Dancing gracefully beneath the surface of the cool. Effortlessly diving deep then rising up following the ebb and flow of the tide. 

          It seems a graceful dance, to be a fish, it seems like effortless splendor. Bubbles floating by me, the ocean gracefully breathes in and out, the seaweed dances in a breeze as I float on high above them. Deep blue surrounds my swaying form, misty, cool, calm, tender. 

        Singing, sailing, floating along, I take in my surroundings. Bright colors dart around me. Shiny pebbles rest below me. An endless blue expanse above me. I am free, I am fish. Water skims over my gills as I fill my lungs with oxygen, my eyes search the depths in case of danger. 

         The adventure of sailing through the blue pumps excitement through my veins. I flick in and out of the seaweed expressing my utter joy at my freedom.  My heart sings in time with the whale-tune. 

      I smile to myself as I drift off to sleep, picturing myself as a fish in the ocean blue. Wondering what it’d be like to be a fish. Swimming, soaring, effortlessly floating through the endless deep.

(C) Copyright by Emily Erhart 2012

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Memory Lane: Summer Flings and Nasty Bee Stings

*Again I wrote this on my way to Missoula this summer….. I had lots of time… this was closer to home..

          The closer I’m getting to my home, the more excited I become. Even the fact that I’ve lost my favorite chap stick cant dampen my excitement, the misty rain won’t even get to me. My euphoria is too much, but to let it out could be dangerous. Ah to see real mountains again, to see clear cold, flowing water. To be with the only one who knows me truly. Maybe even to have a bigger adventure after this one. I’m going back to where my blood is more abundant.

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I Dream I Live In The Shire, Shire!

             I wish to live as a hobbit, hobbit!

In a hole in the ground in the summer,

I hear the green grass calling, calling!

Oh fair the earth as rich as a king.

              I wish to live as a hobbit, hobbit!

With hair on my feet and flowers on my brow,

A place that’s warm and kind as spring, spring!

Friend of elf and keeper of green.

             I wish to live as a hobbit, hobbit!

Over meadow, valley, and river,

Hurry now the wizard is coming, coming!

To smoke, and talk, and sit in the clover.

            I wish to live as a hobbit, hobbit!

To work the earth and make things grow,

I dream I live in the Shire, Shire!

Where flowers bloom and creatures roam. 

            I go to live as a hobbit, hobbit!

And I shall cease to roam and wander,

To go to live beneath the hillock, hillock!

Do not expect me to come back!

(C) Copyright by Emily Erhart 2012

*I wrote this in the bath just now while reading The Fellowship of the Ring. Sometimes I think my spirit animal is a hobbit. To live working your living out of the earth, with a few goats, that would be an excellent life.


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Heart’s Desire

*see if you can read this the entire way through and if you can answer the questions I have at the bottom, who can guess question number one?

             I look at you, and think, well that could be me. I ache to have what you do, I’ve searched high and low, far and near, in the dark and in the light. Through forest and desert, hill and vale, mountain and grassland, I’ve searched the deepest oceans and in the darkest caves, I’ve looked in the sweetest meadows and in all the content glades. Yet for all my searching I still have not found what you take for granted. I’ve looked to the sun and found nothing in his face, I cried desperately to the moon but she turned away cold, the stars no longer sing to me they all have turned their backs.

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Flowers For Adele

"it hurts just to wake up, whenever you’re wearing thin, alone on the outside, so tired of looking in, the end is uncertain, and i’ve never been so afraid, but i don’t need a telescope to see that there’s hope, and that makes me feel brave." > Tidal Wave~Owl City 

            this song is one of the few things that got me through this past summer, i remember the day so clearly

      it was a week from the day i graduated that i got the phone call, i was in missoula staying with relatives and there to watch some friends of mine graduate. it was one of the worst days of my life. i wouldn’t believe my mom at first when she told me, but as she read the article i began to cry, all i could say was “no, no, not Adele, no way, no no.”

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