Baker. Frank Baker. 1976. String cheese. - “Look, it’s Frank! The string cheese guy!” “String cheese! Yeah!” Thunderous voices found Mr. Baker, and all he could do was smile with a wave of his hand. He was old now, not yet dead but making great strides towards his headstone. “Do you happen to have any … Continue reading The Guy Who Invented String Cheese
Put down in a pasture Meandering tongues and hands Counting, counted, and counting on more Never once thought of again, never spoken henceforth. - A time and temple of thought and solitude, more of bitterness and less of love Now just a deserted place that no person should enter Wondering, wondered, and wondering again Divine … Continue reading Stairs to a Gaze | Poem
L8x00ve What is it? Is it a race you join See who can finish? Or is it like… a light? That guides you somewhere safe? Thinking about it brings me in darkness, pulls me out of outer space, and people say it’s a reckless dream to chase. ~ What is it? Is it loud? Can … Continue reading l0vebot error 0x889c00f
Based on my book, Accursed Red. A conversational poem between two troubled girls, Ismus and Linnasoeta. ~ I’m trying my best to get to you But my life is hard too. You’re not the only with borders. You’re not the only one with orders. Heaven and hell Know them both quite well. It’s funny you … Continue reading Innocentless Youths | Poem
My least satisfying days are the ones where I am both restless and drained. I feel like I’m not doing enough, like there are more responsibilities I should be handling, and I wonder if I’m working as hard as I should. I feel fidgety, squirming on the inside. But at the same time, I’m too … Continue reading How Hard Are You Working?
Walk away This day is not for you And it'll get harder To feel out the mood When your drifting Cerebrally Into a far off galaxy This day is not for you What can we do In a world far from true ~ Thank you for checking out my poem. Go give Accursed Red a … Continue reading This Day Is Not For You | Poem
A story of a demon and a cursed mortal. If nothing matters, then fall. I know you’ll just save me. I won’t. I’ve already tried a dozen times now. You won’t let me die. Would you like to gamble your life one last time? You won’t let me die. Then fall, Ismus. Somewhat intrigued? Check … Continue reading Ismus and the Deity of Death
There aren’t really any instructions when it comes to writing. People find a lot of answers or resources for the careers they are pursuing after doing a quick online search. But writing is different. Especially for teen authors. I am no expert in this field, and I would be lying if I said I knew … Continue reading Support for Teen Authors Wanting to Self-Publish
When I could not form thoughts, or even ask simple questions (like asking to go to the bathroom), I turned to paper. My failure to speak allowed me to listen, observe, and then inscribe. This is the main reason why I hold writing so close to my heart--more than drawing or singing or baking or running--since it will always be my most eloquent form of communication. The words I say aloud are never as honest or precise as the ones I type and scribble.
People have a tendency to accept hopelessness and helplessness. What can I do? I don’t have any money to fix these problems—why should I bother? The way we spend the limited money we do have actually has a much larger impact than we realize, and it is one of the main things we tend to … Continue reading Stop Giving THESE Corporations Power