Every year between third grade and eleventh grade, my teachers had a poetry unit. And every year, I was forced to study the same things over and over again: Rhyming couplets Haikus Onomatopoeia Meters Similes Metaphors and so many more that I can't think of at the top of my head. In the beginning, I … Continue reading Poetry’s Death.
I dreamed that I was Belle last night. I was dancing with the Beast, then afterwards we stretched out in front of the fire. He closed his eyes and I leaned over him, gently stroking the fur around his face. He opened his eyes and I was staring into them for what seemed like the … Continue reading Tale as Old as Rhyme.
Writing your thoughts down is a bit like being exposed. You're writing your thoughts down and anybody can read what you're thoughts were on that particular day. They can see your inner soul and your streamlined consciousness at that particular time. Is it really how you feel or is it something that you blurted out … Continue reading Exposing My Soul.
My birthday was on Monday. I had wanted to do something extra special for it this year since it was a milestone birthday, but I ended up not doing anything over the top. I went to my usual favorite restaurant, a pizza place that is unique to the state I live in (as far as … Continue reading Thoughts On My Birthday.
I don't ever recall becoming aware of what being gay or lesbian meant. I was a child in the 90's, I don't think it was something people exactly talked about, especially with the AIDS epidemic getting a stronghold back then. I'm not gay, so being aware of it all or even knowing what it meant … Continue reading The one about the gay community.
I haven't been doing any kind of writing in the recent weeks mainly due to the fact that I'm in a dry spell. I'm sure a lot of writers go through this period, the one where nothing seems to be worth the scrutiny of the pen and you'd just rather do something else than write. … Continue reading A Little Creative Spark.
In this world, there is pain and hate. People get killed for being different. Women get shunned for speaking up against their attackers, for being at the wrong place at the wrong time, for calling attention to themselves. Innocent people get locked up for years for crimes they did not do while those with blood … Continue reading In This World…