The Writings of Emily

Cereal

There she stands, bare feet on the cold hardwood floor. Barely noticing the cold on her brightly painted cherry-red toes. In nothing but rainbow stripey panties and an old worn t-shirt. Her dark short hair tousled this way and that and her reading glasses are perched precariously on the tip of her freckled nose. Sleep is still written across her face as she squints over the top of her reading glasses at the tv. Her brows are furrowed in that “confused that it’s morning” look. A bowl of her favorite cereal wavers in one hand while her spoon hunts for her mouth in the other. She is barely aware of the danger her breakfast faces, her mind is far away, probably on some mad adventure that will give her fuel for her next novel. She has no idea she’s being observed and continues to nearly miss her mouth with her spoon. I smile to myself as I return to my novel. 
Perfection in one little moment. 

(C) Copyright 2012 by Emily Erhart

There is no specific person who inspired this. I just had a vision of it and fell in love with the idea.

I do not want to work today.

I do not want to work today
I can’t get out of bed
All I do is sleep all day
With the blankets over my head.

I do not want to work today
That requires getting out of bed
The blankets are so soft and warm
My pillows downy fluffy
I’m comfortable where I’m at.

I do not want to work today
Slaving under a hot sun
My bracelets getting caught
Gathering up the carts
Left all over the lot.

I do not want to work today
I’d have to put on socks and shoes
My itchy shirt and baggy pants
My stupid slappy name badge
Which is always in my way.

I really don’t want to work today
That much should be obvious
Cause if I work today I’m sure
My mood shall be most dour.

I’d rather sleep the day away
I’d rather read a book
I’d rather watch a movie
Then clean up isle seven.

But I have to go to work today
I have to earn my wages
So I can do the things I like
On the days that I have off.

(C) Copyright 2012 by Emily Erhart

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

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

Dear Sunrise ~ Sincerely Window Flower

Dear Sunrise,

     i stayed up all night for fear of something dark entering my dreams. since you left my world’s been utterly dark. i don’t know how long i can take this nightmare, please come ease my soul, it aches for you, it aches for peace. what i wouldn’t give to stop aching and fall into blissful, peaceful sleep.

     but the rain wont stop pouring on my window pane. my stomache knots for fear of what awaits in my slumber. it lurks in the dark shadows of my dreams, this nightmare manifests, it comes for me. this paranoia takes over my soul, my emotions run wild with my imagination, the scent of fear clouds the room……… my fear..

     if only you were here to banish the monsters who haunt me. this house is crowded with emotions from the past, they choke me as they take over. no amount of light can banish the creatures coming from my imagination

     not till daybreak comes to rescue me. oh sunrise please breast the horizon for me. my knight in shining gold come to save my soul from the pain, all your golden splendour and warm pink hues comfort me and make it easier to breathe, your warm rays peek through my window as you banish the rain from my door creating beams of bright colored light that shimmers and shakes through the rain.

       i can finaly breathe now. the scent of you comforts me and erases the chills that ran through my soul. when dawn breaks i am complete. me and my lover from the sky, who brings me joy with every breath. now i can bloom in your beams of comfort

                             Sincerely, Window Flower

* i wrote this at one in the morning. i was pretty bored, i couldn’t sleep obviously. this time i hope you feel more than one emotion. i hope you feel a series of emotions, and that this takes you on a mini journey. this isn’t for anyone in particular. just some emotions running around. ( i think i read to many fantasy books lol) honestly if you cant tell i love the sunshine by now i don’t know what you are missing. lol. so um enjoy.tell me how you feel. please comment with your emotions etc.

(C) Copyright 2010 by Emily Erhart

Christmas

*This is by far the most favorite note I have ever wrote, and one of my best pieces in my opinion. It has so much meaning, and fairly good imagry.

          The bitter cold air nipped at the tip of my nose as I stared fixedly at the golden glowing lights, waiting arms out for the platter of homemade fudge mum was going to hand me.  In my anxious anticipation I stamp my feet impatiently, longing for the warmth and familiar setting of the house beyond.

    “Now, be careful Emily,” my mother says sternly as she hands me the lovely glass platter of her homemade mouthwatering fudge, that had been tempting me from the very beginning of the seemingly long car ride.

      “Don’t drop it! You know that’s my favorite platter,” she warned; and it was.  It was clear glass with beautiful raised and tinted flowers and pretty little leaves.  I would often trace the flowers with the tips of my fingers smiling at the beauty.

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