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Thursday, May 23, 2019

I'M GOING ON AN ADVENTURE

Greetings, Earthlings.

Okay, so the introduction is rough I understand this. I haven't written a blog post in six years. In my past, there was a point where I wrote everyday. My goal was to become a writer and I thoroughly enjoyed living in a world where I believed I could make that a reality. However, I eventually grew up and moved out of my parents house and was hit with reality. There are few good paying careers that you can get with writing degree. So, at 45 credits I dropped out.

I was already working in retail at the time, and I eventually decided that could be my career. I tried to work my way up with one company before the idiocy of the general public inspired me to go back to school. I had a revelation that education was my calling. I went back to school and even had the audacity to get a degree. Then tragic school shootings increased, and redundant curriculum disintegrated the integrity of my mentors classrooms. I watched one of my teaching inspirations live paycheck to paycheck as she educated the future. The rewards for such an important job did not equal the efforts in my eyes.

I returned to retail with a vengeance. I decided I would go to school for Business Management and climb the corporate ladder. Eventually, I'd be completely fucked by corporate; beaten, broken down, and burnout. The weekend before I quit my job I took a luxurious vacation with my sister and reclaimed myself. I returned home and quit my job. I faced a lot of anxiety about doing this, as society preaches that you need a job in order to survive. Thanks to my partner, we are afloat and I couldn't be more grateful.

I am currently on the job hunt. However, in my spare time I plan to blog. I'm going to pursue my 15 year-old dream and become a writer. I have created this blog to use as practice in addition to content examples for my portfolio. Starting tomorrow, I will post once a day for thirty days following this blog prompt order:


  1. Google “weird news” and write the first story that comes up.
  2. Write the story of your favorite song.
  3. Write a story set during battle.
  4. Five problems with social media
  5. The night of your 21st birthday.
  6. Write about a lesson you learned the hard way.
  7. Write about your cat.
  8. Write about someone who goes through extreme lengths to return something they borrowed.
  9. Story sandwich.
  10. A book you read that changed your views on something.
  11. What does it mean to be a feminist?
  12. Write about your husband.
  13. Go to Dictionary.com and write using the word of the day.
  14. Write about your fears.
  15. Write about a wicked witch.
  16. Go to Wikipedia and write about the story of the day.
  17. Write a story set in outer space.
  18. Use this sentence in your writing. “Smoke hung so thick in the library rafters that she could read words on it”
  19. Write about a knock on the door late at night.
  20. Write about the top news story of the day.
  21. Write about the last thing you watched on TV.
  22. Write about your favorite Disney movie.
  23. Rewrite a previous story.
  24. Favorite quote
  25. Write an antagonist reoccurring dream.
  26. Describe a relaxing quiet morning vaguely.
  27. Write a very bad story (500 words)
  28. Write about hearing noisy neighbors through the walls of your home.
  29. Write about the weather today.
  30. Write a letter to yourself about what you hope to accomplish before next year, and how you intend to do it.
Until next time :)


Monday, December 2, 2013

December 2013

No kiss no blunt no shot
Could hold me up from this
This liquid misery
Running down my hips
I have only razor tipped nails
And sandpaper sheets
No vice could heal me tonight
No arms can keep me safe
No vodka could keep me warm
I am under attack
And my attacker
Calls my bones her home
No kiss no blunt no shot
Could evict her
If it wasn't for sandpaper sheets 
And razor blade nails
She would always be here.

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Revenge

A blood splatter, a single drop
Of innocent sorrow spills
Slowly, over the riverside
The fawns baking in the sunlight
Such is the sunlight I may not touch 
Such is the oblivion that waits on me
It is my duty to myself to tread on

Oh! Sweet damnation seize me now 
Rip open my fragile heart
To expose the sickness within me
Of emptied whiskey bottles
Cigarette smoke and herby fumes
My life is a lie, a sham I say
Will you surrender
Or will you simply bask in the darkness 
There is room for failure
But no life jackets for the fall 

Monday, June 24, 2013

Hypomania meets mania

The end is near the end is near
Let us build a raft
Safe by God, we will be safe
We are all that is left!
We build dreams high
We burry fears low
Our reality intertwined
With thorns and stones
Disguised as roses and rainbows
The end is near and we
Gods children do not fear

Halt! Who intrudes me
Dreams collapsing
Leaving dust clouds
Casualties and battle wounds
Where is He to save us?
Doubt settles in me
Roses and rainbows melt
Into thorns and acid rain
I cannot get up
I must
Turn off
My
Maniac
Brain



Bang.

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Sugar, Spice, and Nothing Nice

Here I am take me in
Give me your best
You can't tear down a wall
When it has crumbled thin

I have no words left
No lucky ticket this time
My dictionary has run dry
I am my own threat

Lock your doors
Close your eyes
Take a breath in
I don't belong to anyone
And I wasn't yours to win

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Four-hundred and twenty ways to die

Hit one, I have risen. To where, I don't know. A place beyond the rules of reality. A place where I may rest my head. I was young, once; I loved, once; I hoped, once. I am stuck in a young body yet I have an old soul. I wing my eyeliner, I long to serve you a beer after you get home from a long day at work. I wish to stay at home with an apron on, living in sweet bliss.
Take me back to the days of secretive hits in the van. Of party trains and pills I didn't care to question. Take me back to irresponsibility, back to shenanigans. Back when I was on birth control.
I am a young woman with the soul of an old woman. I want a baby. I want a family. I cannot have everything I wish for.
The rivers run red with the blood of lost dreams. I gave up everything I knew. I changed the woman I once was for you. I don't know who I am anymore and that fucking scares me. Quiet, reserved, and caged I am now. And you are my everything, you've fucked up my world.
Take me back to sixteen going on seventeen. When I was young with a sparkle in my eye. Before the pot, before the whisky, before cigarettes, before moonlight, before you, before love, before molly. Before anything that had become important was ever important.
I have a whole new world of perfect now.
And I am four-hundred and twenty changes away from absolute death, my love.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

04.17.13

Is this what you had meant?
When you left me at the crossroads?
Without a dime, without a direction.
Without you I am lost.

What I said, I never meant.
Our love at the crossroads.
"This is going in the wrong direction."
Don't tell me our love is lost.