The Eyes That Raised You.

I look into the eyes that raised me and I learn something new

Those familiar eyes are just as confused and gentle as me and you.

Those same eyes that seemed so mean-spirited when you were young

Are still developing after all these years, the growing isn’t done.

Those eyes still light up when they watch their favorite childhood show

Those eyes celebrated with you through every high and bared the brunt of every low

Those eyes aren’t the thick metal shield they sometimes pretend to be

Those eyes that raised you are just as human as you and me.

3:0

When I was 18 I called my best friend in tears

Halfway through a 12 pack of cheap gas station beer

I told her he left, told her he was gone,

Told her I couldn’t breathe, that my chest felt all wrong.

It took a long time, she gave me a warm shove

Taught me that level of pain only happens with your first love

Since then I’ve loved and I’ve lost but I’ve never hurt that bad again

In fact sometimes in love, I find myself playing pretend.

And it’s been 2 years since the last love took the centerpiece of my heart,

The one you need to stop the whole thing from falling apart

And I thought I was invincible, I thought I was strong,

But you left yesterday night too and now my chest feels all wrong.

Chicken Tenders and French Fries

I don’t know how to stop feeling like

Your go to order at a restaurant

You want me, you like me, there are times when you even need me

Nothing extraordinary about the taste but you order effortlessly

Stable, dependable, a little bit mundane

You indulge in all the new options but expect me to stay the same

Insulting, infuriating, addicted to your validation

But even my people pleasing nature can’t accept my own degradation.

I’m changing, I’m developing into a recipe that’s brand new,

There was only one thing keeping me the same, turns out it’s you.

The Way Men Love

This post is a sort of “response” to Ada Limón’s poem Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds. http://www.buenosairesreview.org/2015/02/ada-limon/ I thought the message of the poem was so beautifully worded and unique that I was really inspired to write something of my own.

Subtle reassurance through wide tired brown eyes,

A comfortable silence spent staring at morning skies.

Grocery store trips and doctor appointments filled with laughter,

Fairy Tales were onto something with “happily ever after.”

The sound of a deep gravelly goodnight and a soft cheerful good morning.

The kind of love that really shouldn’t come without a warning.

It’s good and it’s simple and it’s managed to stay sweet,

Name’s been on the tip of my tongue all week.

I know this ground isn’t solid and I should run for cover,

I know my idealisms cause my own heart to suffer.

But I’m addicted to your presence, I refuse to give you up,

I can’t help it,

I just love the way men love.

Thank You.

I get labeled the “bitter” girl a lot so I thought I would try saying thank you for a change.

Thank you.

Thank you for abruptly disappearing when I finally started to venture

Don’t worry, this time I promise I will spare you the lecture.

Thank you for not opening the message we both know you’ve seen,

Thank you for the unfathomable amount of uncertainty you’ve given me.

Thank you for reminding me it’s much safer staying alone.

Thank you for re-introducing me to a lethal rejection I’ve already known.

Thank you for not showing me the wedding band you took off in your car,

Because God forbid you hadn’t, things wouldn’t have gotten this far.

Finally, thank you for labeling me as the crazy one when my back is turned,

Maybe one day I can pay you back for all the valuable lessons I’ve learned.

Thank you.

And Then You Move On.

Pitch-black room, bare dirt stained wall,

Half-dead phone with no missed calls,

Tremendous pain, just a few bruises,

No clear-cut memories, did I choose this?

One gentle hug and one comforting whisper,

Dozens and dozens of bottles of liquor.

They’ve all moved on and you should too,

You’re just the millionth case, what did you expect them to do?

Feeling like an imposter drowned in familiar faces,

With every accidental brush, your heart beat races.

He’s moved on and you really should too,

He gave an apology, what more can he do?

A year goes by, it’s gotten better with time,

Or maybe it hasn’t but you’ve perfected the lie,

Vodka induced sleep and recreational pain,

Your go-to recipe for trying to stay sane.

The brutal reality is after it’s done,

After the excruciating pain at your expense is called fun,

After the version of yourself you’ve known for life is all gone,

You just get up the next morning and then you move on.

How to Write a Horror Story

Hey guys! So I have a new goal…I want to learn how to write a horror story! Normally I come on this blog to teach you how to do something I’ve already taken the time to learn but on today’s episode I thought we could learn together! So throughout the episode I reference an article:

https://blog.reedsy.com/how-to-write-a-horror-story/

This article simply gives tips on how to write a horror story. I also review my progress from January until now when it comes to my writing journey. I talk about what I have done, I talk about my future goals, and I ramble on for a solid 15 minutes about a crazy underdeveloped plot. It’s a lot of fun, come join!

I hope you enjoyed this episode and I will see you in the next one!

P.S. It’s come to my attention that this Podcast is not available in all countries so I was thinking about making it a video podcast and uploading it to YouTube as well so it can reach more people. Let me know if that sounds like something you would enjoy watching!

Confession

I’m afraid that I have unintentionally painted a lie,

Dressed up and celebrated in sweet short lines.

I’ve told countless renditions of our devastating goodbye,

But never once took ownership for the mistake that’s all mine.

I have a habit of hiding behind a wide innocent gaze,

So when a betrayal occurs, you’re the obvious choice to blame.

But I’m guilty of keeping secrets that will make your head spin,

Manipulate a well-meaning love into a game I want to win.

This time these lines are an obvious confession,

Not coated in honey or a victim of my selfish suppression.

I did something wrong and you never even noticed.

I did something unforgivable and it kills me to know this.

How To Shorten Your Poetry

Hey guys! I shared a video today discussing how you can make sure you’re being intentional with your poetry by adding a couple steps to your editing process. Poetry doesn’t need to be short to be good but it needs to be intentional! Feel free to comment your thoughts down below, I can’t wait to hear them!

I made sure to attach the draft I referred to throughout the video so you guys can get a feel for how I personally edit. The perfectionist in me hates uploading a draft because I want everything to be perfect but I really hope you guys are able to use this as a guide to improve your editing process.

Confinement

Fifteen reminds me of her long black hair and the splash of freckles on her skin

She’d tie her flannel shirt around her waist before we climbed the chain-link fence

I didn’t know it then, I was too petrified to indulge in a forbidden sin

It was mesmerizing, I stayed on her hook happy to live in suspense.

She had a wild heart, she had a vile mouth and I strangely lived in envy

I was playing a role she was living my truth, I didn’t know what I was feeling.

She tells stories like me but she stretches them out until the fiction becomes almost deadly

It was an unfiltered admiration, a mindless infatuation and then one day it all hit a ceiling.

I liked the parts of her that were wild and free but always kept a little sweetness

There was a wicked side but I turned a blind eye, eager to keep her on a throne in my mind

She’s gone now and I’m grateful for that but I still savor the bits and the pieces,

Because of her I’m forever freed, there’s no version of me living confined.