Ideas Go Here

I have had writers block for quite a while now, seemingly nothing has worked to put words to pages. At least I have my wit, right? But then I sat, and I thought, I really thought about what makes us happy. What as human beings, truly makes us happy. Not like a temporary happiness, but a fulfilling happiness. What makes us happy?             How do you know what really makes you happy? I am tremendously good at faking being happy so that I do not draw concern to others, shit even to myself sometimes. I binge watch romance movies, knowing that the shit only happens in the movies. I sit on my couch and let my head grow with ideas of love and bliss, only to come back to reality and realize how alone I really am. Then I have my “ ahah ” moment and I am like, “I am pretty good at being alone.” But how would I know what that is, if I have never really been alone? I have felt alone, damned by myself, feeling this self-pity that I am sure no one has ever felt. If ...

I see all the people on my friends list that I used to talk to before.  And now we don’t talk no more.  But as much as we faded away,  a piece of you has always been in my heart.  And even though we faded apart,  I keep you in my prayers,  because a piece of you has stayed.  A piece of you has made me who I am today.  Good or bad.  Happy or sad.  A piece of you has stayed,  and I would not have it any other way.  God blesses us in mysterious ways, And I’m glad that piece of you is still here to stay.  Even in the worlds we are in now, they differ from the ones of our past.  It brings me joy to see the lives you’ve created, The lives you lived, thus far, And what’s best? I know a piece of ME has decided to stay too.  Just know I’m always rooting for you.  Because even though we don’t talk no more, I’ll always remember,  “That’s what friends are for”

When we think of friendship, we think of someone who will be there for us, through anything and everything. Friendship is something that can be earned, taken advantage of or even failed. Friendship has been seen in many aspects of life, whether it be with a human being or an animal. We find that in many relationships with people, it may be hard to trust someone if you have been hurt in the past. The sorrow and pain someone feels when they feel betrayed by someone, they gave all their trust to. It is like being burned with a brand, the hot iron searing into your skin, the soft crackles as it burns the flesh. It’s like a knife slicing through the skin on your back, pushing its way to the bone, twisting and turning in the hole. The knife violently taken out and the blood seeps from the hole that was created and flows down your back. Darkness can be found in any friendship or relationship. It may even create the stages of grief, trying vapidly to gain acceptance. We deny that anyone can tr...

  Breaking the Cycle  by Kristy Pickett She felt the pain of a thousand waves crashing down on her,   She felt the sorrow of doubt,   Self-doubt.   Self-hate.   Her honor taken at such a young age.   Her innocence gone.   Life may be all the things you wanted,   But for her, they have been forgotten.   Finding ways to rid herself of the pain,   Drugs.   Alcohol.   Sex.   Nothing seemed to get her fix.     The attention she craved was negative,   Always negative.   When she did find positive,   She rejected it like poison in her skin.   Harboring feelings of resentment,   Left her angry.   She felt anger.   She felt pain.   Always thinking, “Never Again”.   Breaking the cycle of hurt.     She found herself in a world that loved,   A world with hate,   For she thought she had been given her fate.   Mixed emotion washed over her,   And ...

Amid my troubled youth, probably around sixth grade. I found myself stuck behind the pages of a book. The love I had to escape my dark reality, it helped me become the person I am today. I started reading to run away from my home and school life, diving into worlds of nerdy princesses and teenage sleuths. I loved anything by James Howe or Meg Cabot. They were my first experiences with enjoying literature. At first it was hard for me to read, I found myself not understanding what I was reading because I could not pronounce the words. So, I took it upon myself to check out the audiobooks from the library and follow along with the voice in my headphones. I quickly learned to read faster, jumping from book to book to stay in the worlds created by my favorite authors. My mother always used to say, “What book are you reading now missy” and I would tell her and brag about the characters, how I wanted to be like them. She’d smile and be grateful for such a mindful daughter. I never meant to hu...

I know this is late but I wanted to take the time to think on it. I wanted to take the time to real contemplate my successes thus far with my writing.  I cannot believe it has been over a year since my first post. The reality is being a writer is hard work. The amount of hours I’ve spent editing, rephrasing and perfecting my work. It’s tedious, but I would not change it for the world. I love my hobby, it brings me a joy no one person could. I find myself in my darkest of thoughts and when I read a book, or work on my book, it brings me joy. I have worked so hard to be where I am today. The dozens of followers I’ve gained in the year and over a thousand reads between my three books and trending a few times. It makes me happy that I put myself out there. It takes a lot of courage to put yourself out there and I did, it feels good to know that the few people that have read have found enjoyment in my writing. I tried hard to capture a romantic light in Alex Walsh that women would love....

Love in a modern world, love is love. Yet, there are still people who judge someone for who they love. I mean it shouldn’t be like this, but it is. I think it’s bullshit we still live in a world where it’s frowned upon to date someone of the same sex or date someone that transitioned into another gender. Does it really matter what another person is doing? I for one don’t judge because it’s not my job to. I don’t care if Sally likes Sue or Jake likes James. If they love each other or want to be with each other it shouldn’t ever matter what someone else thinks. It is hard to deal with someone judging you though, I know firsthand. Have had a lot of people judge me because of the color of my skin, or the size of my body. Even for how I come off as a person. So, what! I don’t care if you like me, I don’t care if you don’t like how I look or who I love. I love men and I love women, period. Yes, I said it I love both. I know I’ll get a lot of heat from my family if they read this, but I don’t...

      The last two days, I sat and looked at a computer screen, trying to think of an idea for a new blog post. Ha! Think, I can’t think, my brain tells me thinking hurts. I finally got it, I want to write about love and its common misconception with marriage. Society makes us feel like we must be married to be happy when some people are better off alone. Some people are better with themselves or need to be with themselves. There are usually three reasons why people get married. The first is religion. The second is family and the third is because they can’t be alone with themselves for more than an hour. I am being facetious, but you get my point, can’t be alone with themselves. So, let’s dive into it!                 Religion is a big thing around the world, here in the US it’s a huge thing in the southern states. I won’t go into too much about religion, but it seems to fuel a lot of people...