Poem: Be Aggressive

it’s not in my nature

to be aggressive

I am shy

I am compassionate

I am that friend to listen

to lean on

you tell me your weaknesses

I don’t pounce

or take advantage

It’s not in me to manipulate


But when it comes to a job

employers want the assholes,

the people who go out of their way

to be the know-it-alls

the spiders and snakes in this world


they don’t hire the mice,

the things to be trodden underfoot


they don’t know that underneath this timidness

is a loyalty

which surpasses

everything they’ve ever dreamed of

a finality

a getting things done


I am that smoldering lake of lava, slowly simmering

But I pack a punch in a big way.

Writers Need Other Hobbies, Too!


Pictured I colored and sent to my Mom, lol😛

Slept in super late this Sunday as per usual, and made pancakes and bacon for brunch. Got some stuffed pepper soup stewing away in the crock pot, and here I am sitting here at my desk spending some quality time soaking in my light box’s rays.

Sundays are usually lazy days for me lately, and today I am feeling creative. I have not been the most diligent writer as of late, but I must not let writer’s fear get me down.

All my activity in the kitchen this afternoon, reminds me how important it is for us writers to have other hobbies besides writing.

You need to give yourselves a chance to be creative with everything.

Lately, I’ve been coloring, working on a cross-stitching project and baking more in the kitchen. Although, sometimes I use these activities to procrastinate on writing projects that I should be working on instead, I feel a sense of freedom on working on other things.

Expand your horizons – be open to new ways of creating.

Chefs are creative when they are in the kitchen; painters dabble with different textures, different colors; bakers create freshly baked masterpieces of flaky, buttery bread and crusty goodness.

Athletes create different exercise routines, different ways of pushing themselves to the next level, of knowing what they can and can’t get away with when it comes to their bodies.

As writers, we have to get used to thinking about things in a different way.

If you just stick to what you know, or if you stick to one thing, you may become an expert at that one thing but you will limit yourselves when it comes to creating.

Writers know that the more you know the more knowledgeable you’ll become and the more useful your writing will be to others.

Never limit yourself as a writer, or as a creative person. Craft, paint, hike, climb, explore, taste and try new things.

We never know what will spark that next great inspiration. What do you like to do to stay creative?

Happy Writing!


Poem: Things Happen for a Reason

Here’s something I scribbled down at work today. Someone recently said this to me in so many words and I’ve taken it to heart. Just trying to remain positive on such a dark and rainy day.

Things happen for a reason

you hope to start at point A

and end at point B

you hope to be happy

you hope that the journey is worth it

you hope that the path you chose,

is the one that goes

you hope this heartache

is merely passing


Sometimes the path is winding

with bumps in the road

and gaps and ravines

or sometimes you’ll come

across something in between

mistakes and pain

forever stuck in the rain

when the bottoms of

your pants get wet


such is life

the ups, the down

trying to figure out

your way around



Poem: Spooky Halloween

If you missed my idea for a Halloween poem prompt, you should check it out. All this week I’ve been trying to come up with ideas for the perfect Halloween poem, so I jotted some things down. Although, perfection is doubtful, it still entertains me.

Here’s something I came up with at work yesterday.

halloween-1702521_1280spiders crawling up your arm

cue the creepy music

black gunk dripping from the walls

dead-eyed faces scream and scream

such is the fear on Halloween


the blood, the horror

the uncertainty

the ghosts that float

the slime that creeps

a dark, black cloak

a restless sleep


aannd…that’s all I got. Oh well, a work in progress! How is your day so far?

Happy writing!

Poem: Warm October Whispers

It was a beautiful day yesterday and I wpid-img_20151010_121910935_hdr.jpgscribbled this one down while I was at work. All gloom and doom today, though. Definitely need this today.

Warm, October day whispers:

“Come. Come and see

take a nap

underneath the trees.


And if you fall into a trance

where the warm wind blows

and the leaves will dance


and you’re overwhelmed

by the joy of fall

by the sun that dapples

by the birds that call


sit a while

underneath a nice, tall tree

have a drink

and think of me.”

Poem: To Dream

to sleep, perchance to dream

ah, there’s the problem


to dive into another reality

one we choose not to wake from

sometimes the dreams are more than dreams

sometimes they are nightmares

sometimes they are all we have

in moments of sorrow


But if we dream forever

if we cling to the almost

the maybes, the ever-after

we might not wake up


Reminder to Myself: I Have Nothing to Be Unhappy About

You may have heard me mention Seasonal Depression now and then. Well, it’s fast approaching winter, and that means less concentration for me, general tiredness and the start of the blues.

img_20161010_161640718.jpgBut I am constantly having to remind myself:

I really don’t have anything to genuinely be unhappy about. So, even though I may be feeling down, other than SAD being the reason, I HAVE NOTHING TO BE UNHAPPY ABOUT.

I have, 1. Friends and family that love me.

This is obvious. I get together with them occasionally. Like today, going to hang out with the girlies!

2. A boyfriend that loves me.

He actually seems kind of grumpy today, but I think that is because he has to work and I have the day off.

3. A job that I like and people who I like working with.

I really do enjoy working with the people I am with right now. Even though the job is only temporary, they have been so welcoming and it has truly been a good experience for me.

img_20161010_162027428.jpg4. I live in a great location.

Our new place is a mile a way from parks in any direction. We have access to great restaurants, book stores (which is a good thing for me) and a farmer’s market.

5. There is a lake a mile down the road.

We live near a lake. I love living near water. Although colder in the winter, I’m sure, there is something relaxing about hearing the water and seeing the waves rolling into the shoreline.

6. We have all our basic needs covered.

I have a place to live, food to eat and clothes…the last one which I bought more of this weekend. I may not have a lot of money. But we have enough to live healthily.

7. I have a car.

I have a vehicle to get where I need to be. And even though my car sometimes needs care all on its own, it is something for now and I am thankful for that.

8. I have my writing.

I have more time to write now that I am working lesser hours. And I use poetry to express my thoughts, especially when something is troubling me. This is a therapy all on its own.

And when I am writing…I truly feel like the self I am supposed to be. I felt lost those years I didn’t write very much.

9. I have my health.

Well, I am healthy in my own right. SAD and acid reflux not really life-threatening issues. Oh, but heartburn really is a pain in the ass, isn’t?

10. I have my sanity.

This one is up for debate some of the time…but mostly I like to maintain that I keep a somewhat decent head on these shoulders. I have my smarts, what limited common sense I’ve retained, and I have my creativeness.

I like to think that the last one is the most important. Because if I can’t create, if I can’t create something beautiful out of nothing…then what is the point of living at all? We all hope to find a little bit of life’s magic somewhere.

I think we should all strive to be our best creative self, don’t you?

What do you guys think?

Happy writing!


Poem: All Things Are Possible

I received some bad news today, so been feeling a little down. Went for a walk near my house and came upon this sight. I guess you can say I was touched. I don’t often write about my faith…but I guess I should more.

img_20161014_182514950_hdr.jpgI might have had a bad day

the water silences my thoughts

For who dares to interrupt

God’s symphony?


The stage is even decorated

Fall’s last hurrah

something alive stirs in my chest

not quite joy, not quite sadness

This is the joy beyond joys

This is God telling me,

“And this, too, shall pass.”


Some will say it’s the universe

growing old, continuing on

But I say, God’s voice is in the water


His eyes are in the trees

His warmth is in the breath of wind

nestled against my cheek


“I am the great I AM,” he said.

“And nothing is impossible through me.”




A Spooky Writing Prompt: Halloween Poem Challenge!

halloween-1702521_1280I had a thought while I was at work today: a Halloween poem challenge!

Well, basically this is just a writing prompt.

What if we all decided to write a Halloween-themed poem to be posted on Halloween? And I would love it if we could tag each other and share them!

They can be as spooky as you want them or not spooky at all, any style, rhyming or not…as long as they are Halloween-themed in some way.

I came up with a list of words at work today to get us started. These are some of the things I think about when I think of Halloween:

halloweenMaybe this list will get us started! And if you decide that you want to do this on your blog, let me know I’d love to read them!

What do you guys think?

Poem: Inhuman – Some Westworld Inspired Poetry

You’ve given them human words

and human faces

You’ve painted them up

with souls and races

You’ve donned your hats

and laced your boots

You’ve built a world

with thrills and roots

If you can kill a face

That can cry or bleed

Have we fulfilled

your every need?


Wrote this one late last night in my phone. Been watching Westworld on Sundays, because of course we need something to fill that Game of Thrones fix until it comes back on!

But it is definitely worth a checking out and it asks some interesting questions. I, of course, feel sympathy for the robots…it feels wrong for something so human to be treated in such a way.

Anyway, it is a good show so far! Hope everyone had a great weekend!

Happy Writing!