Demise

I see a girl with emerald eyes

That glisten and ensnare

The world with it’s skies

Without the slightest care,

Free from what’s soon to destroy her.

 

I see a girl with eyes so cool

For they’ve seen the world fall

To armies so cruel

That they’ll take it all

Away for the chance to entrap her.

 

I see you with your eyes cast down

A single glance and I peruse

A distinctly permanent frown

From the emotional abuse

That you let yourself go through.

 

 

 

 

Tell Me That You Love Me

Tell me that you love me

I want to hear you say the words,

but also feel them so I know it’s real

and not just my deepest desires. I want

your words to feel so heavy that they create

fire from the friction of being rubbed against

your tongue. I want your eyes to show so

much passion that they make me feel

your arms grasped tightly around

me with just one look. I want

you to make me feel like

there’s nobody else in

the world meant for

you as much as I

am. All it takes is

three heavily

weighted

words.

I love

you.

The World was My Oyster but I Didn’t Know How to Cook

“The World Was My Oyster but I Didn’t Know How to Cook” was the absolute best book that I could have read at this point in time in my life. Why? Because Christy Potter showed me how to be thankful for what I have, showed me which authors I need to know and recognize, and reminded me of the small things that I should never forget, and instead embrace. Full of inspiration in the form of short essays, short stories, a couple photo journals, interviews, etc. that will make your heart sing with creativity and put life back into your seemingly colorless day.

Christy Potter is an amazing and honest writer that will make you feel the changing of the seasons as they progress on paper. She pays homage to respectable writers that deserve recognition for their craft including, but not limited to: Edgar Allen Poe, Dr. Suess, Lois Lowry (also conducted an interview with her), and C.S. Lewis (who she affectionately refers to as Jack). The way Christy Potter talks about writing is incredibly inspirational. She’s an encouraging writer that convinces her audience to do what they truly enjoy doing as an individual. Some of my favorite chapters were when she talks about the different quirks of various writers, her interview with Lois Lowry, and a narrative essay called “Christy Goes to England: Searching for Jack” that gave me chills, and “To my unconceived child on Mother’s Day” that left me with a tear in my eye.

This book made me realize how out of touch I’ve been with my greatest hobby: reading. And it has inspired me to set goals to write more, attend book readings or even join a book group, take more pictures, read more great authors that I have yet to experience, learn and grow, spend more time in libraries, go abroad, and most importantly to realize that inspiration is everywhere.

This book is an excellent read for anyone with passion, a creative mind or spirit, or a writer at heart. Easy to be read by anyone Young Adult and older to spark that creative match that may or may not still be lit within you. This book made me feel very passionate about the craft of writing and left me with only one question in regards to Christy Potter: why won’t you love her Philip Roth?!

10/10

Some of my favorite quotes:

“Everything interesting and creative has to be called a hoax at some point by those with limited creativity.”

“Poetry is one of those things that seems to frighten and fascinate people in turn. A bit like marriage, really.”

“If there’s ever been a mental image that has encouraged me to keep going with my writing, it’s Janet Evanovich burning all her rejection letters.”

“There is such beauty in how uninhibited we are before the world teaches us to be inhibited.”

“The time I spend writing, or gardening, or sculpting, or playing my flute, are the moments that define me. They are the times when I am myself the most. I’m done fitting my art into my schedule. It’s time to start fitting my schedule into my art.”

The World We Live In

Straight past the busy street

With cars as fast as a shooting star

Blurring past you in the night

To the quiet neighborhood

With houses lined up side by side

Sleeping next to one another

For warmth, comfort, strength in numbers.

The dull glow of the street light

Takes place above the neighborhood

As if it were a glowing planet

Keeping watch, keeping us safe.

 

Turn right down the winding road

That slithers like a snake

Passing more sleeping houses

With the occasional dim television night light.

One more right will lead you to

Transplanted palm trees reaching out to the heavens

With birds resting in the palm frond fingers

And cats prowling the trodden earth

With hungry eyes- disturbed by the

Put-put-puttering of an old

Busted white Chevy blundering down the street.

 

Pass the park that preserves youth

And you’ll find yourself at a crossroads

Ahead of you (and even behind you)

Lies a quiet neighborhood slumbering

Looming in the unknown darkness.

Look to the left, now to the right

And see the street stretching before your eyes

Overpowering lights reflect from your eyes to my own

As you stare at me with wonder

At the beauty of this place where we live.

You take my hand and together we are

Launched into space on a trip to the unknown.

Elope, We Shall

Again, I fall for that wicked smile

Like a glimpse of sun

On a frigid winter morning.

Perchance your hands will warm my heart with

Elation as they grasp mine in the

Church of lust and no return to the

Island of insecurity from whence we came. I’ll

Abandon my life in a flash for a chance to have a future with you.

A Generous Offer

A generous offer- but for who?

Is it for me, or is it for you?

“I’m sorry, I cannot go” should suffice

But what shall I saw when you ask me thrice?

You see, though we live side by side

You and I do not walk the same stride

I walk to my own self-satisfied beat

While you walk as you suck on your cult-like hive-minded teat

As you tell me why you’re right and I’m wrong

But it seems like you were wrong all along

Because you are not the rule-maker, decider or king

For maybe if you were, it might mean something

But since you’re not, when you speak, it is quiet

I don’t hear a thing, but keep talking- it’s a riot

To think that you’ll never truly know

What’s up above you or even down below

For there’s no room for your high-horse where I’m sure you’d like to be

And I’m sorry we won’t be in the same place for you to see

That the only “right” way is the one that’s truly your own

But maybe when I’m in Heaven, I’ll throw you a bone.

The Traveler

The traveler

“The Traveler” is the exciting first book in the Fourth Realm Series written by John Twelve Hawks. “The Traveler” focuses on the lives of two brothers, Michael and Gabriel Corrigan, and a fighter named Maya. Michael and Gabriel have lived “off the grid” for the majority of their lives until the day Michael gets tired of living like a hermit and decides to make something of himself, calling upon him the attention of the Tabula. The Tabula, also known as the Vast Machine, are a mysterious organization that keeps a watchful eye on people throughout the world and claim to be a terrorist prevention organization by seeking to get rid of ancient fighters called Harlequins and those they protect, Travelers.  The father of the Corrigans was a known Traveler, but does that mean Michael and Gabriel are Travelers as well? What will happen if the Tabula catches them before Maya, one of the last Harlequins alive, can find them and protect them? Will the world ever truly be safe from terrorism or the Tabula themselves?

I won’t deny, “The Traveler” is quite a thrilling book… If you can make it past the first 200-250 pages. The first half of the book was incredibly drawn out and the book took me roughly 5 months to read because it wasn’t something that immediately pulled me in. The characters weren’t very personable and it was difficult to warm up to them. It was interesting to read about Maya, a ruthless killing machine, and see the way that she begins to care for Gabriel even though affection between a Harlequin and a Traveler is forbidden. This book is full of betrayal, mystery, suspense, and action. The author gives great detail throughout the book, but often times it was overwhelming and would pull me away from what I actually wanted to find about about the Corrigans and the Vast Machine. It wasn’t something that I would personally recommend, but there’s a rumor that Warner Bros will be looking into an adaptation of the book, so maybe it will have better luck as a movie.  At best I give it a 4/10.