Hi everyone!

I've been busy so I forgot to write a poem. However, I decided to post a rewrite of a poem called "Mother" that I posted a while back. I read this rewrite at an open mic during this past semester and received some positive feedback on it! I've been wanting to share it with you guys for a while but I kept forgetting.

Anyway, here is the poem titled "Waiting for Your End":

I was born from
Death and Dust;
from spun Particles
and faded Lights.

I was created from
Time and Pressure;
from Lava
and Collisions.

I had no Name-
I had no Voice-
but I was Fierce-
and I was Free.

I was a Home
before the meteors.
I was a home
for your ancestors.

they gave Me names:
Gaea, Danu, Terra-
but you chose Earth
and so I Am.

I let you drink
from My rivers.
I gave you food
from My soil.

in return, you Polluted
My waters
and Razed
My dirt.

I have seen you Rise
and I have seen you Fall.
you have killed,
but I am Proud.

you have Forgotten Me.
you are Killing Me.
I cannot Flee,
yet I still Care.

Hear Me!
See me!
Leave Me!

I still have a Fire inside!
I am Still moving,
Changing.
but you have forgotten-

So I will close My eyes,
when you take your final Breath.
Lying on the Ground,
there will be Nothing left.

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I hope you all enjoy it!

Also, next week I will be posting another response to a prompt. I will select one at random and I plan on spending more time with this one than I did the last time. However, I have also been struck by a story idea and I want to work to cultivate it so I may be a little late in posting again.

I hope everyone's holidays went well! Until next time!

Hey all! Finals are done and the break has started! I decided that I will post what I wrote in response to a prompt. These written pieces will be unedited, short, and most likely a fragment of a story rather than a complete one. Normally, it would make sense to turn a prompt into a short story but I really struggle with writing short stories so my goal is to just write. If it ends up being a short story, great!

The prompt I randomly picked is, "write about an assassin who gets hired to kill a man who doesn't exist." Here goes:

I stand in front of the tidy motel room, a compact gun in my hand and two more inside my long jacket. It has taken me two months to get to this point but I know that I can't rest easy. The man inside is known to have killed anyone that has gone after him. However, those are probably rumors that he spread to make himself seem untouchable. I've killed over a hundred people that were known to be cruel killers so this can't be any different.

I take a deep breath and check the doorknob to find that the door is unlocked. He is either really cocky, really stupid, or really smart to leave the door open. I firmly push the door open and aim my gun at the entrance. My eyes scan the room, checking for any sign of traps but nothing appears to be on the worn walls or in the dark corners. However, the sounds of a television program sound from somewhere in the open room.

Slowly, I step lightly into the room. No one appears so I close the door behind me as my heart speeds up. I don't like how easy this is. I step past the beds and aim my gun at the television. No one is in front of the brightly lit screen and I lower my arm.

I am about to scout the bathroom when a character on the TV screen says, "I'm George Was and I love playing with toy cars."

I stare at the screen with my mouth open and my eyes wide. George Was is a fictional character? Two months I spent in contact with my client to get information about George and he isn't real? I am about to scream when I see a note on the corner of the screen.

We missed you.

- Marie

The door to the bathroom opens and I spin around to find Marie standing in the room with Michael standing next to her.

"Daddy!"

I quickly put away the gun as he runs up to me and I wrap my arms around him, tears falling down my face.

"Welcome back."

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Let me know what you all think! At first I thought that I wasn't going to be able to come up with anything interesting when I picked this prompt but I'm pretty happy with how this turned out. If you know of any good prompts, feel free to message me and I will try to use it for a future post.

Next week I will be posting a poem. I'm not sure if I will just write something that comes to me or if I will pick a form and topic to try.

Also, I realized that there was a problem with my blog that made it difficult to follow. However, it should be fixed now so feel free to follow the blog!

I hope that you all have a good week!

Hello all!

This semester has been crazy and finals week is looming in the outskirts of my vision like a boulder thrown like a catapult in slow motion. I haven't been able to write a poem every week like I had hoped I'd be able to. However, since winter break is close, I have big plans for this blog. I am going to rework it a bit so that it might be more fun for me to write and for all of you to read.

My plan is that I will post poems every other week and then, in between those weeks, I will post the product of a writing prompt or a writing challenge. So, if you have any writing challenges for me to try out, leave a comment here or message me on my Facebook page!

In addition, I am thinking about possibly starting a Vlog on Youtube in the future. I'm still weighing the pros and cons of having one but it is a possibility. However, I will only start a Vlog if I get more subscribers to this blog. I don't know about a set number but, if I decide to do so, I'd like to know that there is interest.

Anyway, I figured I'd give you all a quick update. To those who have finals coming up, you got this! I hope you all have a great week. Until next time!


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Touchy Feely

I wish these arms

Didn’t feel empty,

Or that my nights, my days,

Didn’t feel lonely.

Each day that passes,

And I don’t see your face-

The seconds pass like minutes,

And the hours like decades.

I long to hear you speak again,

For no other sound

Makes me feel as happy,

Or makes my heart rush.

I can’t remember a time

When I consistently wanted

A hug from someone

As often as I do from you.

I can’t help that I’m already yours…

But I can only dream

That you would say,

That you’d be mine too.

The Fall

What can I do?

Where can I go?

I feel as though the floor

Has disappeared and there

Is nothing to catch me.

In an ever downward spiral,

I try to clutch at the shadows

That promise they can help,

But have no density to grasp,

Abandoning me in this fall.

The light above grows ever smaller

And I can’t help but feel like I

Won’t make it back up there again,

Because I can’t see this far down

And I don’t know how far I will be pulled.

Plans formulate for an escape but

I am too far from any walls

To stop the descent.

With little control left, I try to find

Another way but I can’t help but cry.

Every choice I make.

Every fuck I give.

I come to regret

As it brands me with a new criticism,

Another mark that I am falling behind.

I’m tired of fighting!

I’m tired of being the disappointment!

I’m tired of breaking commitments

And of hiding in my room so that I

Can’t hurt anyone with the spite I’ve built.

I’m tired but I can’t sleep when

My stomach is in my mouth

And the pain in my limbs

Courses through me like a poison.

I know this isn’t forever.

I know this will go away.

And I try to keep it in perspective,

But after four months

The mantras only echo.

A Year’s Progression

I’ve felt this way towards

You since we met,

Though I couldn’t recognize

What it was until months had passed.

When I see you,

My heart gasps and my

Nerves jump and I can

Never look you in the eye.

When you smile,

I can’t help but be happy

No matter what may be

Plaguing me that day.

The way you speak

Has me entranced,

And the way you think

Tempts me to push my

Anxiety aside and talk to you.

But something has changed

And I find myself drawn to you.

For when I see you,

I hate walking away.

I feel like holding you

In my arms and being

Close to you.

I doubt you’d feel the same.

But when you talk to me

Or say my name in passing,

I think it could be possible

That you feel how I feel.

And while I can’t

Get you off my mind,

I no longer want to

Push these feelings aside.

I no longer wish that it would end

And I no longer think of this as torture,

Because I want to always

See you when I close my eyes.

The only pain this causes me

Is the silence between us,

A wall that I don’t know can be broken

Or if you’d want it to fall.

But on the first day we met

you stole my heart,

And only now can I feel the weight

Of the emptiness inside.

This feeling gets stronger

Each day that goes by.

And when I would deny it,

It would seem to double in a blink.

So I hope if I speak,

I can tell if there is any hope.

Though the thought of rejection

No longer scares me like it did.