This year has already passed by way too fast. Right now, it is the end of July and this weekend is the beginning of August. I honestly can’t believe that the summer is almost over. And I can’t believe how much changing has occurred in not only in my life but in those around me.
At the moment, I have had one published poetry chapbook and I am working on another. On top of that, I am working on my first romance novel and it is coming along nicely. I’m moving into a new apartment and to a new city in the state that I live in. On top of all this, I am going to be traveling out of the country soon to Ireland. I’m super ecstatic about this.
Life is all about new chapters being created. My life is making new chapters appear. As though certain parts of my life are turning a new page or a series of my life book is starting. And it is all invigorating.
Life is all about moving forward, not backwards. It’s all about creating new chapters in your life books. Don’t be afraid to start these new changes in your life. Don’t be afraid to take on the world. There are so many things that you can accomplish. So many things that you will be able to see. Changes can be a great thing.
She said, “Honey, where are you going?”
“What are you doing up so late?”
He looked her with tear filled eyes.
Kissed her on the cheek and said his goodbyes.
She stood by the door with confusion in her eyes.
Her whole world shut down.
Feels like the boat capsized.
Closes her eyes and starts counting down the minutes.
I hope she doesn’t do anything rash.
Sometimes things like this happens.
Her mascara runs through her eyelashes.
I can’t read her mind,
But I now have a feeling.
No one can hear silent screams.
It’s hard to find yourself in the silence.
I’ve already made a post about my chapbook that is available on Amazon and also through my publisher’s website, Middle Island Press.
I’m pleased to announce that my chapbook is available in Barnes and Noble stores, both online and also in selected stores.
If you are interested in poetry, check out my poetry chapbook. My poems are a bit unorthodox. I don’t follow the set rules of rhythm. I go from free verse to couplets to actual rhyming.
The year is seventeen hundred and eighty two.
The berries in the vineyard are in full bloom.
Sweet smells make their way to the mansion.
Greeting everyone with sweetness.
The sun is beating down and it’s tanning my arms and neck,
As I’m filling my basket with berries to the brim.
The hat on my head is not helping at all.
In fact, it’s doing the opposite of helping.
But soon it will be nightfall.
And I will be able to take the baskets of berries inside.
I’m excited for tomorrow.
For tomorrow, I’m in charge of making the sweet delicious wine.
All over the internet there are those who have decided to use photoshop on paintings that are either very well known and even those that are not well known. For those of those who do not know what photoshop is, it is a piece of equipment that modifies pictures to anyone’s liking such as getting rid of curves to removing blemishes. It’s one thing to use photoshop on your own photos, but to destroy a painting that is already a masterpiece is a whole other thing.
When I had seen what others were doing, I wanted to puke. These people have decided to make these wonderful paintings “more desirable”. I’m sorry, but the subjects are already desirable. The curves are beautiful. The raw subject is captivating. The women do not need to be slimmed down. There’s no reason for this to happen. When the painters were painting, they used the bodies that God gave them. Natural looking women and men in the paintings are extremely beautiful and should not be messed with.
Stop using photoshop on these paintings. I could care less if you use it to destroy your own image just to impress others, that your own choice (I actually do care, but that’s another post). But do not use it on a beautiful masterpiece.
‘Tis dark and I cannot see.
For I am wrapped in a giant rug.
I can feel the cart moving closer and closer to the palace.
The stones make the cart feel out of balance.
I feel as though I’m about to fall out of the cart.
Out of the rug as well.
Now the cart is in balance.
The floor feels different under the wheels.
Suddenly the cart stops.
Now voices can be heard.
I can hear my servants voice telling Caesar of a gift.
The rug and I are picked up.
Laid gently on the floor and slowly opened.
Finally I see a light.
I see several men.
I see a roman warrior, Caesar.
Slowly, I stand up.
Looking straight in Caesar’s eyes.
I cannot believe it.
I’m in love.
Ancient Greek, cultures, ancient Egypt, mummies, King Arthur, dinosaurs, magic, papyrus, the secrets of the ancient sexual worlds, Valley of the Kings, Cleopatra; these are just a few things that I am obsessively always learning. My body shivers every time a new piece of evidence surfaces into our world. The hair on my arms and on the back of my neck stands up. I cannot help it. I’m the type of person who values knowledge as a powerful thing. Not money nor fashion. But knowledge. Every time I get a book on the ancient civilizations, I get giddy. My mind starts to run amuck and I can’t stop it.
To this day, I can still see the image of seeing Queen Cleopatra floating down the Nile River on the royal boat. Not only that, I can see myself walking down the cobbled streets of ancient Italy and making my way to the markets and smell the fresh fish and vegetables that filled the air. With all of the information that I have ever gathered from my childhood and also my own information on certain things that no one else knows (for some unknown reason, I know secret things that know one knows of certain places and people, in a way it feels as though I lived in those times), I am able to have an insane amount of information of everything of the past. This actually comes in handy when I see what is going on in the world today. For example, I have gone over how President Obama is just like King John Lackland in another post, due to the amount of knowledge that I obtain.
In my eyes, knowledge is power. Knowledge is more important than materialistic things that we obviously do not need. Do not take school for granted. Do not roll your eyes when the teacher says that there will be a test. Do not make fun of those who are just like me, those who are very interested in learning. Because knowledge is important.