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Pretty Little Fool

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Some say I am a fool

A foolish little girl

That I live in a dreamland

High in the clouds

 

Some say I am a fool

A foolish little girl

Too young and naive to know

Sheltered from the world

 

Some say I am a fool

A foolish little girl

With feet above the ground

And a head beneath the sand

 

Some say I am a fool

A foolish little girl

Who doesn’t know real life

The pain and deceit of people

 

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Posted by on April 13, 2017 in Poetry, Writing

 

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Pure Blood

Just a reminder that you can download my first book for FREE here.

I am currently editing the second book to this series and hope to have it out by mid-year. The third book in the series is almost complete as well so keep an eye out for both this year!

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Posted by on February 18, 2016 in Pure Blood, Writing

 

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Pure Blood

Just a reminder that you can download my first book for FREE here.

Pure Blood cover FINAL

 
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Posted by on October 15, 2015 in Pure Blood, Writing

 

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Do you have a Plan B?

Sprinkle on satin petals and

    be Reborn in my solitude

No darkness can cover you from my eyes

                                                Open.

I’m breathing for you.

                Shallow disregard,

They are blind to the beauty of your spirit

                Free me.

                                                Taste me.

You are imprinted on my mind

The heaviness of your question

                                bleeds into my heart

A new dawn to be your Plan B

                Leap, you say…

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Posted by on September 24, 2015 in Poetry, Stream of Consciousness

 

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I am Forever Coffee-Stained by You

The sun-scorched milk swirls like the sands of time: bubbling and changing, dancing among the microscopic grains of glass.

I tiptoe upon each piece, careful not to fall into the wrong color, stepping and twirling with the ever-changing bronze. My golden hair swooshes around, growing until it blends with the frothy milk.

The tans and browns continue to change into each other until another element is added, which glorifies each grain and magnifies its marvel. I stop, stunned by the sun’s reflection, and think of you. The swirls – golden and tawny – slip through my fingers, flowing flawlessly away.

Is that where you are? Floating beautifully away from me?

 
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Posted by on June 30, 2015 in Poetry, Stream of Consciousness, Writing

 

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Listen.

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Do you ever just listen to the organ at the beginning of some songs? Do you ever listen to that humming, melodic synthesizer and close your eyes to think about life?

Listen to it now…

Sometimes it’s the silence that inspires, the wordless that motivates, and the simplicity of fading into oblivion that breaks us down.

Do you hear the nothingness that surrounds us? The endlessness of everything?

What happens to the blackhole that is my soul? My emotional eradication?

Will I sink below the waves or walk upon the waters? They appear calm and yet twist into ugly subways made only for those with gills.

Why do we dream of the apocalyptic desolation? Are we walking blackholes, sucking up everything in a determination to destroy?

Can this really be it? Does everything we work for end up being an epiphany of foolishness?

I wander…

yet I wonder…

Do you hear that melodic synthesizer humming to your heartsong?

 

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Fragrant Memories (first draft)

Wisps of fragrant memories,
comfortable homesickness,
wrapped in the embrace of the chill.
Shiver, sweet child, for the desired recalls you smell
What will come of this
heartbroken happiness?
Lie, if you must.
Lie with your mind, adultery in hand and awaken the spirit of a child.
Your blissful ignorance
will comfort you into
a consuming meditation.
Beware, the blood calls.
Unwrap you mind and hand
your thoughts over to the vulnerability of your destiny.
It is you they choose.
Child of mine, be lulled by the serenade
that surrounds
The knowledge can kill but hope
will awaken with a cry
Be not forgotten or begotten to the mystery.
Thrive within yourself in order to burst forth
from slumber.
Be brave, my phoenix, and rise to your role;
Let not that which you fear neither consume nor destroy you.
Heed the greatness you carry and
remember all of whom carry this power that follows
ever-watching
ever-growing
ever-enveloping
like a forest covering her saplings from the wind.

Go forth, my lovely, begin your steps of prophecy.

 
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Posted by on August 13, 2014 in Poetry

 

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A Writer's Soul

"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."

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And their Journey of a Lifetime

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