Daily Prompt: An extra room has magically been added to your home overnight. The catch: if you add more than three items to it, it disappears. How do you use it?
I’ve always wanted a room filled with absolutely nothing. Don’t get me wrong, I love furniture and all it has to offer, but sometimes, I want to be in an environment that reminds me of absolutely nothing. No pictures, no chairs, no colour patterns, just plain white. A space in which I can lie down on the floor and meditate, provided the room is sound-proof.
The reason for this is quite simple, at times when I’m alone I like to close my eyes and picture myself in certain places. Sometimes I’ll be by a waterfall, sometimes I’ll be in the desert, it provides escapism. However, I never feel fully immersed, because when i’m in my room and I start trying to clear my mind *BAM!* someone slams a door in the next room, or someone screams and hinders my concentration.
This extra room would be perfect, I enter, close the door, and sit (yes, on the floor). I wouldn’t have to worry about noise or any other hindrances. From what I hear, if you concentrate long enough you can tap into the part of your brain that stores your memories, among other things. This magic room, would be the perfect instigator to such an achievement in my point of view.
The portal, to my Mind Palace.
The Daily Post – Breathing Room
You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.
The idea that the weather and people’s moods are connected is quite old. Do you agree? If yes, how does the weather affect your mood?
The rain, it always gives me ideas. The way the sound of raindrops dominates and makes all other sounds seem irrelevant. I believe many would agree with me that they love sleeping to the rain’s lullaby.
Second in line, is overcast. The different shades of grey in the sky always give me peace. I’ve never really been fond of the sun, or summer for that matter. I only like the sun for light, that’s pretty much it. The heat part I can do without; I easily get sweaty palms.
When it starts to snow, am I the only one who feels like celebrating Christmas? Sometimes half-expecting to see a man with a strong fondness for red, on a flying sleigh. I believe the weather changes my mood at times, but not all the time. When it does however, I get a wave of inspiration like no other.
Shattered to be rebuilt again
Pick the fragments of debris
Salvage what remains
But never, leave the pieces
They are who you are
Every end signals a new beginning
If they tell you, “you can’t do it”
It just means there’s one more person
Keep it cool as ice
If finishing the pie is a victory
Don’t settle for a slice.
How have I been? I’m glad you asked
An illusive set of events, chuffed they’re all in the past
Wrist breaking tests plus a daily dosage of assignments
No dent to my passion, the fervor for writing is still in alignment
Believe it or not, I wrote this on the go
I know, my addiction to the ink is starting to show
I can’t tell you how good it is, to be here again
A place where I can take logic and give it a spin
But enough about me, let’s talk about you
Reading your poetry is what I’m dying to do.
Sitting by the balcony
A glass of water here
A comfy chair there
To admire the stars alone?
Under the night sky
In all its splendor
Keeper of secrets,
Of a possible tomorrow
And a light,
That exists elsewhere.
When the sky reveals a dark veil
My friend appears
A good listener,
But not much of a speaker.
Sword and shield in hand
Fragments of armor intact
Battle scars exposed
Under the scorching sun.
He tells her to run
“No, i’m not leaving you!”
Not in agreement
But in awe of her angelic presence
Perplexed by recent choices
Betraying a Kingdom
Out of love,
Was this selfish?
Dropping his armaments
He hugs her, teary eyed
She feels his emotions
If only for a second.
The ground starts to tremble.
A stampede of armored Knights
Approaching from a distance
He readies his arms.
Looking into her eyes
For what may be the last time.
He dashes off
hell-bent on winning
Meeting the army head-on
He was not fighting for entertainment,
Selfish desires or gold
It was not for the approval of his King
He was fighting for what he believed in
He was fighting,