Final Reflection

1. Throughout this semester, we've written quite a lot. One of my favorite pieces was the one I wrote about the ocean needing to let its emotions out. 

2. When I read this question, what comes to mind is the MSU Writing Conference. I may not have read any work there, but I heard a lot. Every single shared piece of writing had so much depth and beauty. One girl shared a piece, telling people to just be honest with her. She was absolutely amazing, and so was her writing. It was very hard to listen to without tearing up and wanting to cry a little bit.

3.Setting up this blog was a fun and cute experience. Coming up with the name wasn't too hard, Elysian Visions is like relating to a heavenly characteristic, and I think that the feeling of writing is like a form of paradise on earth, so I think it goes. Sharing my work with the world seems crazy yet awesome. I don't know if anyone cared to look, but I know a pen pal from Russia did, and that's already pretty insane. Someone across the globe read something that I wrote. I will definitely continue using this blog, to post pieces that I may write in the future.

4.Journaling is my safe haven. My journal is full of angsty teen rants and very edgy pieces about sad things. I will continue to journal. I will forever continue to journal. Even when I'm dead, I'll turn over in my grave and write edgy poems on the side of my coffin. I will write about life, and death. Happiness and sadness, loneliness and fullness, new friendships beginning and old friendships dying. I will write about anything that crosses my mind, blossoms my mind, or breaks my mind. I will write, and write, and write, until my hands fall off.

5.  That was the day I met her. I was alone, watching the musical, but when I glanced to the side, I saw her. She was also alone. Her brown hair fell on her  face and her bright smile lit up the room. She turned her head, and for a brief second, our eyes met. My entire body lit up on fire, but it felt bitter sweet. I was sure she didn't notice me, but after the show I heard a kind voice. 'I'm Amelia."

And the rest, as they say, is history.

6. Some people are afraid of the ocean.

The cold breeze tearing at their cheeks,

the freezing fingers reaching towards their bare feet,

and the mighty waves crashing into the boulders.

Some people think the ocean's great rage is scary.

But it's not like that at all,

everything is beautiful if you look at it right.

The ocean's anger isn't something to fear,

it is merely an emotional storm.

The violent and beautiful sea has to cry, too.

Even the invincible ocean 

needs a minute to just scream and throw something.

All the pent up rage needs to escape,

and it's beautiful. 

7. I suppose I will continue to write "creatively."  I get a whole lot out of it, because when I write creatively I could have a very deep meaning but all I'm talking about is colour. This slightly differs from the writing I do in my personal journal because when I'm angry or crying and slamming the ink into the paper, it doesn't matter to me if my words flow or where my inspiration came from.

8. Hey, you! You're awesome. Your writing is awesome, even if it's not everyone's "style"! You keep doing you, and don't let anyone tell you that you're not worth something. You are one in 7 billion, as Randy Bacon had said. No one will ever be exactly like you. You are extraordinary. And anyone who doesn't see that, is not worth your time.

9.Even in the hardships,

a beautiful melody flowing

will make your heart sing.

Music can save

a lost soul, 

and heal a broken heart.

Even when everything is hopeless,

music gives you hope.

When the tunnel seems darker than ever,

music turns the light on.