Masterpiece from Hate. Use your negative emotions for writing. [Guest Post]

Creating By Channeling Your Negative Emotions

 

This article serves the purpose of helping people take their negative emotions and channel them into something useful and positive. Dealing with stress and anxiety can affect one’s mental health, so dealing with it in a healthy manner can reduce the intensity of these emotions over time. Consider using creative methods to deal with these emotions so that you can get on with your life and stop wasting time wallowing in these pessimistic feelings.

 

With all the expectations placed on us each and every day, it’s no wonder that the average level of stress experienced by people is increasing each year. There are different ways of coping with stress, such as exercise or doing yoga. However, have you ever considered channeling all of the stress and negative emotions associated with it towards something productive?

You would never think that you could get results out of using your negative emotions for something. Usually, people are trying to get rid of or ignore their negative emotions so that they can get on with their work. However, if you’re creative, you could produce something interesting out of what’s causing you to worry, such as writing. Some of the best writings come out of the most intense emotions ever experienced, and worry is one of them.

Here are some tips to keep in mind if you’re ever considering venting your troubles in this way.

Evil Pills: Should I Take Them Or Not?

Here’s this week’s Picture it & Write:

“Take it. Take it!”

It sounded like a hiss, like the wind, but I knew that he had spoken. By he, I meant, the blue man. A hunchback, yet muscular, with a pretty face. Except maybe for the bushy eye lashes and the dark lips.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Pattern

When I first saw this week’s theme, pattern, it reminded me of my art classes at school a few years back. We had to draw a specific pattern all over an A3 size paper like the wrapping paper style… I didn’t really like it at that time.

Anyway, here’s my take for the challenge, a pattern that appeals much to me:

 

Woman Abuse… And A Bowl Of Rainbow Cereals.

Hey! I’m sorry it’s been a while since I visited all your blogs, but because of my birthday my everyday schedule has been… disturbed and I need a few more days to get back to my routine.

Anyway, here’s this week’s Picture it & Write:

Everything has an end. But Lyna wished her childhood had never ended.

Come To The Ocean Of Love…

Happy Labour Day everyone!

This week’s Picture it & Write comes a little earlier this week, because there’s going to be a surprise on Friday So stay tuned!

All right, so without delay, enjoy my contribution:

Come to the ocean of love… 

My ears sprang up; I put down my cup of tea and daily newspaper and reached out to the radio.

…seven seas…

I turned up the volume.

Come to the ocean of love…

My Looking-Glass Self

I’m late again, sorry for that, but I’m rather busy in this beginning of the second term of the school year; anyway, here’s your awaited Picture it & Write for this week:

 

“Happy 18th birthday, Lena!”

Their enthusiastic voices still echoed in my head, although the party was over for more than two hours. If I closed my eyes I would see their faded grins and narrow eyes and high cheekbones… I would feel their hands on me, congratulating me, wishing me all the best things in the world.

“I’m Not Good Enough.”

This is something that is heard on many occasions, and in my surroundings it is heard especially from students, including me. Why such a low self-esteem attitude?

 

Peer pressure, you’d say? What about parent pressure?

A Message From Death

Here’s this week’s Picture it & Write:

 

Death is not what you think.

It’s not a black hole. It’s not emptiness or darkness. It’s something much more. It lies beyond life. Thus it shines even brighter.

Burnt And Cold: A Poem

                                                                             Burnt and Cold
                                                                       Consumed         Timber
                                                                Heartless                       Soul
                                                            In My Tomb  
                                                           And Hers                    Nonsense Lies
                                                             Happy                                    Mess
                                                                 Is Unknown                   To You
                                                                   Anger
                                                                      Hatred
                                                                          And Only                Never
                                                                             Faith Maybe              She
                                                                                 But Hope            Is Gone
                                                                                      All Lost
                                                                                          To Die
                                                                                              In Her Arms    Lies
                                                                                                  Or Mine        To Me
                                                                                                         Turns Away.

By D. Kwong Waye

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The Writer-Wolf

They picture it and I write; here’s this week’s Picture it & Write:

 

Suddenly she burst out of the room.

She had known it all along. Her boss was an evil monster. She had seen him, his face vehemently changing into a disgusting greyish weird shape, while his nose and eyebrows had seemed to melt and his teeth falling off…

A Warrior’s Hair

This week’s Picture it & Write:

“Can you braid my hair, please?”

Ciara grinned at her mother and widened her eyes in the way that would make any glacier melt. She knew that she was doing this every morning and that every morning she would be late to school because of this.

Memories Of A Beauty

It’s Friday! So it’s time for… this week’s Picture it & Write:

I need to destroy it.

I took the soft orange paper between my fingers.

Are you a fool? My conscience was retorting back at me.

A Gift Of A Rose

Today, I have nothing to give you but this rose: