I am an aspiring writer and a lifelong lover of books and the arts. I am an environmentalist and a humanitarian.
My Name is Melissa
This is a story that I didn't want to write. It is a true story. It is about my decades struggle with drug addiction and the subsequent negatives that have been a natural by product of said struggle. One of those unavoidable negatives is a stigma that never goes away. Another negative is an inability to really relate to sober people whom I feel more interconnected too. Although as the years away from drugs progress, I find the ability to relate does as well. I would like to write this story, essentially to establish how something like this can happen. I would like to write this story to give myself and my readers a basic understanding of my self, where I am from, and some of the struggles I have faced.
My Two Week Struggle With A ZOmbie named Clarice
She screams like a bitch. Sobbing she pleads, and in the instant of resuscitation is back onto me, all of my strength is consumed by holding her gnawing face from mine.
All Hallows’ Eve
Check this out. This playlist for a Halloween bash, is a lot of grunge metal because grunge metal is hard hitting and it rocks!!! Not to mention the fact that it’s pretty spectacularly and notoriously dark. I have also included a few of the more notoriously controversial rappers in this one of a kind pump your brakes off playlist.
what it is
Particles of fairy dust The sun sparkle that catches the glint of mischevious Hinted in his eyes The shawdowed mystical
A subtlety A well placed return An elegance of posture A glance An unwritten history A moonlight walk As shadows stretch and roll
Elemental Sacred The holiest of holies A temple A covenant Your lips to mine Embrace A whispered glance A sideways assessment
The marigold nodded its head in lackadasical assent. As I watched the day bleed from the sky and lay still in this sweltering, slowing, and stilling August heat, I lay stark in this sweltering humid heat.
Home is a place to be ones own the caricuture of future plannings and too busy days falls into an abyss as the doorway