Help! Fellow Community!

Hey folks I’ve had this idea sort of boiling in my kitchen of thought for a while but I am not quite sure how to go about it. So, here it is, I’d like to show case some writers. I would want to give the writers perhaps a few questions or words as to the direction of their piece but the meat and potatoes is completely up to the writer. Yes, you will be credited for all your work. You all are wonderful writers, I encourage you all to keep writing, I would like to show case your work. If this is something you would like to participate in please feel free to contact me in the comment section or even e-mail me at:

Also, is having a social media account necessary? If so, which do you think is essential?

One Last Time

Those rosey words leave your delicate lips,
stinging my insides like a rattle snake victim.
Your intimidating touch crumbles my life,
I push through knowing I’ll never make it.
Fate lectured upon arrival.

I glue what’s left of my rubble life
needing to be whole once more.
Prancing about the day like a joker
you pour water washing me out,
left me gasping for oxygen.
Destiny climbed for survival.

Stronger than an ox I stood for a revolution,
pen to paper—grip tight express these words again.
Blow me down like a hay house,
Once— your noose strangled my life now,
Fate lectures,
Destiny climbs.

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A Good Drive

These photos capture a few things I see on my way to my parent’s house. They live in a rural area. Our closest neighbor is a good distance away. I will upload more photos that I take in my day to day life. I believe this will be a wonderful addition.

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Rare love

What they had was rare,
rarer than rain in the middle,
of a drought.

You could see it in their eyes
when they smiled as they heard
their name.

He was the jack of all traits,
a veteran, a jeweler, a cook,
all for his Queen.

She bared his children,
while they lived in the canyon,
of Southern California.

When his heart failed,
she was never the same,
without her King.

She held on a bit longer,
sharing her life with mine,
until her body gave in.

Their love captured in porcelain,
now hangs above my window,
what they had was rare.

This poem is about my step-grandparents love. Their wedding anniversary is on my birthday. I had them on my mind as I came into the office today and decided to write this piece. I hope you enjoyed this poem. 

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New Chapter

Last week I embarked on a new journey. I started my Graduate Assistantship for my University. I am over the moon excited to start a new chapter in my life. This week was the start of school for my University. While I was in my office the rest of campus was welcoming new students. My first day of class is Wednesday night which I am nervous for. I ordered my books my poor wallet hasn’t suffered this much in a long time. In writing today’s post I realized that saying new chapters in life doesn’t mean that the old ones are all closed. To me I see it as that I am progressively working towards making all my chapters unify. It can be difficult to do so. Progression is the key to improvement I believe. I hope you have had a wonderful Monday.

I think I am going to start adding some photos about my day to day life. I was inspired by Crystalamay because when I see parts of her world I realize how different our lives are. I would like to share that with you all. If you think you would be interested in doing this then please leave a comment saying so or stay tuned later this week for my first photo.
*Bonus: The featured image is my new office*

Galaxy Eyes

She had eyes like diabolical super novas.
They were picked apart
One too many times yet–
Dark with ultra violets and gamma rays
With neurons firing.
All those colors–
Colors that didnt exist
wrapped me like vines.
I tangled and wrapped
even struggled as I let it happen,
all the shiny things dangle there before me.
I won’t touch them nor steal them away.
I let them lay, I made them have to stay.

***This poem was sent to me by a wonderful friend from high school, Grayson O’neal. 

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Missed opportunities 

New opportunities are in front of us but perhaps we aren’t seeing all the options because we have tunnel vision. Being open minded to new things and opportunities will help you in the long run. This also will help you being less stressed and confined. Most college students believe that if they major in (for example) Psychology that you must be a psychologist. That isn’t the case at all. You can continue on your education with graduate school or find work in non-profit, entrepreneur, etc.. Don’t keep your options limited to one very specific thing. 

For me I was more worried about my after plan and not realizing the opportunities that were in my arms reach. I was fortunate to catch those opportunities just in time. My current field has nothing to do with my education degree. My previous job to an extent relates to this current position (because it is with the same department) however, it is extremely different. Now I am a professional, no one sees me as a child or teenager. I am an adult. *Side note, I now must dress in business casual and when I walk between buildings other much older people greet me with a smile and say hello in passing. As to if I was in my regular jeans and t-shirt they wouldn’t say a word to me.*

 Time is always ticking and never waits for anyone. Try those opportunities you think aren’t your typical choice, you never know what you may enjoy.

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Learn everything you can, anytime you can, from anyone you can, there will always come a time when you will be grateful you did.

–Sarah Caldwell


Once I was on top of the world
Glancing down to find your sound.
That sweet melody echoed
Through the plaza.
I watched you play from afar
Begging you to keep playing
As the sun set behind you.
Now when I’m on top of the world
I seek your sound only
To find your ghost  
On that bench. 

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Beeline branches clutch the stem left mute.
Ringlets dress Auburn leaves,
The asphalt burns my sweaty roots

Heavy rusted winds dilute,
untrimmed trails push aside to deceive,
Beeline branches clutch, the stem left mute.

Birds nestle, bunnies substitute
tender holes flutter as I disbelieve,
The asphalt burns my sweaty roots.

Ringlets leak quondam bruit
rugged shells hollowed which misconceives
Beeline branches clutch the stem left mute.

Shift through the hollow bark boots
pushing harder while droplets relieve
The asphalt burns my sweaty roots.

Sun basking amongst as leaves commutes
Trusted lines break lunging to achieve
Beeline branches clutch, the stem left mute.
The asphalt burns my sweaty roots.

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