Birthday

The 31rst is the day I love the most

For I turn 16 on this eerie day

Pumpkins littered around the yard

Graveyards mark the troubled souls

Chilling skeletons hang from the door

A night of true delight and fright

Disguised in jest for candies and cake

While presents lie to open under the black tree

What a magnificent day indeed

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Happiness

Crying’s a weakness, she told me so

But I can’t help it when thing I most aspire to be

Slips right through my hands as soon I get it

But David’s here, Whitney too

So many inspirations I could never meet

Though I know in my soul

They’ll be with me every step of the way (they always have been)

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M U S I C

Much of my life has been surrounded by it

Usually just for fun, especially for special occasions

Sometimes it provided an escape from reality

It’s when the beat lifts my soul, and my worries with it, that I feel truly at peace, I just

Can’t live without it

 

Outcast Ch. 1: As The World Falls Down

The savory aroma of collard greens wafted through the kitchen. I grab a fork out of the drawer near the stove to stir the delectable greens, and – after slightly burning my hand and wrist from the steam – taste them. “Mm, not yet.” I reach up to the overhanging cupboard to shuffle through several bottles of spices before picking out one of my favorite spices, cayenne pepper. I grin as I carefully measure one tablespoon of the spicy seasoning into the large pot of greens. I stir the greens using a clean spoon from the utensils drawer and plop the lid on. It will be a while for the greens to be nice and tender, just how we like them! “Anastelle! Sophie’s here!” My mother’s sweet, southern lilted voice rang throughout the house. Continue reading “Outcast Ch. 1: As The World Falls Down”

Lilies and Roses

The lavish dining room was heavily decorated with sparkling gems and diamonds. The massive table, which I thought to be stone, had ruby gems embedded into it. A feast of various meats, cheeses and sweet fruit lie in front of me. “My dear Proserpine, you must be ravenous after our journey!” I nervously look at Pluto, standing tall with his dark hair and dark eyes as he enters the dining room. He approaches the head of the table, and leans dangerously close to me. “Aren’t you hungry?” He asked. Continue reading “Lilies and Roses”

RESPECT

I cannot

And will not

Have any Respect

For someone who doesn’t

Respect anyone or anything

I cannot

And will not

Have any Kindness

For someone who

Has a façade of Warmth

And Friendliness hiding

The Greed, the Selfishness, the Hate

I refuse to fall into an unending spiral of Hate and  Despair.