poetessemo poetry

Curiosity Kills

My Fiction : Northern Land of Karshla Ralle

As I whisked myself onto the journey to the north, an ancient land of my forefathers birth were true as told by many seers in our village. It has been buried down in the center of planet Furlary centuries ago and it has been foretold a leader, followers and the innocents were to be return back to their rightful land but as we stomped with our blistering feet to our land we are dying to have and steeping down hill, feeling the thorns of the river rocks plunging into our paws as we walk, we were being shadowed by a bright hot sun. As sword and halo-blade rod on my back hungers for evil but it shall wait as innocents were to bare by our hands. “How far are we lass? Thou shall know the little ones seek to rest. Could ye pity these children?” asked Darla, a mother of 2. It took me a while to answer if I am to be a leader. It is nigh dawn as I felt the exhaustion in my body. “That we shall do now and let us all gather wood. We have a mile to go until we reached the ship and it will forever lead thee to freedom! Shall ye say living to us and let the Gods of Krasna bless us with goodness!” I said with love. We closed our eyes to the medley of prayers in with both of our hands resting peacefully on out chests.

Three days ago I could hear groans from tired little children to the poor citizens that have been walking for days! It took me years for them to make them believe for what I have foreseen in my dreams. It finally came immanent that the seers had it foretold before but never have they tried to yield the truth because according to the legend told by the villagers, evil karma will roam innocents in our village in this planet and they seek bodies of young-lings from the age of 5 years old to possess them. It is to destroy every trace of human kinds since men started venture out of the ancient earth. It is the year of 5930 and I am now at age 20 and 6. I was never a gifted child whilst others glares as I was a bastards child, yield from hell as they threw glares of hate onto the eyes of my mother who I love and mine. The villagers soon accepted me after years of insult they blindly pointed but their hearts has forgotten my past as for who I was but for who I am now a warrior they are relying on as we were on our journey to freedom and shall Krasna bless us goodness and shall he hear our plead to a never ending peace. As we await the awaken of the great dusk of day, I sworn to myself I shall bring them safe to the Northern Land of Karshla Ralle, the birth of many Krasna holders before...

Poetessemo © Copyright 2016 Alsa Haslinda All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the consent of Alsa Haslinda

My Fiction : Westlera

Shall the young ones throw hatred, wanting to kill those who breed; I could never find words to stop it. As I walked onto the sandy beaches thinking of what the world has become. Soon whilst taking pictures of isles that surrounds me, I weep! I had love from father dearest and for I would do anything to have him come back but it is faith and for God loved him more but for now my eyes hurt so bad through the many evil I have witnessed and why the world so cruel? Why must there be hatred among parents? Why they cannot just live through it all and although it is true though some parents may be evil themselves but most should be loved and as these answers will always remained questioned! The sky was bright and my toes intertwined with the sand below me as the waves splashed up shore. 'Louisa, for the sun will not shine on you even though you bury yourself to slay. Shall thee have faith in the world for evil will always be defeated,' said Lirai, brushing on the rods of those who she has killed. 'No warriors think the same, dear cousin. We cannot think the way the do and hope evil will just kneel down and ask for our mercy!' I said with pride for I seek for evil and thus I shall not wait for death to come rolling when you can prevent it by deceasing them first hand.

Poetessemo © Copyright 2016 Alsa Haslinda All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the consent of Alsa Haslinda

Some positive quotes

These are some of the many positive quotes I found.

Stationery addict!!

Some of the essentials needed for journaling. I am such a stationery addict! But I do not spend too much on them though. Just in moderate portion. It is cool to see a lot of people would spend hundreds and even thousands of ringgit to but high-end and expensive stationery. And I am not going to like but I get a tad jealous but I know that I could never afford them. I am able to control my urges while hundreds of people out there who couldn't. That is why I always find a way to make my own resources and find the most affordable tools out there. 

Dark Moon - Part One

I am starting another series called "Dark Moon" I hope everyone likes it.

Summary

A new Dark Queen has risen and looking for innocents life to be soldier but somewhere within the darkness, there is a light that will shine through evil. This is a journey of a girl who will save all man kind and she is determine.

Dark Moon - Part One

She is an heir to the dark throne,

as she dances all night and live for life,

so wick your candles and stand by her side,

or kneel like the others before the ocean tide,

and whisk into the forest and seek for your queen,

as by the blood-moon searches for its army,

make sure you were not to be seen,

as we blow the horns to call upon the dead,

and wish for the darkest night,

but try not to loose your head,

as everyone is on their way, dragging themselves into the darkness

as they assemble along the river, lighting candles throughout the night

as the good lights are at home, hiding in fright

they would not dare to come out,

until they could see the light of day,

as they sit in their beds, and chairs,

praying that they would not be slayed,

but the queen is coming at your door, looking for more cure,

to bring her true love back, as she is hunger for more,

It is just the beginning, and it is not the end,

lets all gather and hold hands, and curse the queen away

before it is too late, before she spread hate,

all across this land of ours, lets hope for a hero,

that would be here to help, as some where out there,

she is ready to fight and yelp...

to be continued

Alsa Haslinda © Copyright 2016

PS - I dedicate this series to my old time buddy Bruno! I hope you will like it!

Journal Entry of the day :)

Hello! It is time to journal again! I really missed it. I just some time to write in one of my writings before continuing with my school work. I will write more for sure. I have more to be copied into my Bnottee journal.

It has been some time.

Hello everyone! It has been a while since I last post a blog post and I have been so busy with work. I still need to work on so many things but I took some time off to write some poems in my journal. It is almost full and I am looking forward to write in more poems. I ordered some more die-cut stock-cards for future entries.

My new A5 journal

So I have been journaling since August and the experiences have been really amazing. I recently bought a really cool journal from a local duo call Bnottee and it is really great! I can now write lengthy poems and thoughts. I met the team from Bnottee earlier today and it has been such a pleasure but of course they were so busy, I didn't want to bother them much. I met Edmund and Maple and of course E-Jie. I didn't get the other person's name but he was really nice.

Journal Entry 2

These journal entries will be posted randomly because they were already posted on my Instagram. This time is all about my family! Family... You mean so much to me. I love you

Though most of my IG friends are more into planners and stuff, we have one thing in common which is art. We all have our own resources and it depends on our own creativity on how we decorate them. I try not to focus much on buying too many of them like washi tapes, stickers and other stuff though. It is such a costly lifestyle. I've only been into writing journal for a couple of months, already I am broke to my bones. I always try to be on diy mode in any way I can. I use a lot of fabric tape instead and surprisingly they are way much affordable than the Washi tapes. 

I love vintage style prints and these brown paper covers were taken out of the regular exercise books. I find vintage prints are just so intoxicating for its individuality. They're like no other. If you are wondering, you can always find them on either Pinterest or Worldlabel 

This is a journal entry with one of my poems call Broken Heroes