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This is where I lay my words. |
| I created this blog to share with the world what comes up in this bibliophile mind of mine. It can get very diverse up in here, depending on what mood I am in, or not. So beware, or enjoy! |
| Wow, has it really been almost 5 months since I logged anything onto this blog? I have really been a busy student/mother/grandmother, and writer. Well I got my A.A degree, and graduated college on May 7th. Whistles and balloons YAY YAY! I also got a scholarship to go on to work for my BA in the Fall, so when I disappear again you will all know where I am. I also got my Creative Writing Certificate and have been ghostwriting on content mills since graduation. Content Mill-where you go write for a little coffee money. Okay, now that that is out of the way, BIG SIGH, what's next? I am a writer! To say that today means so much more than it used to. I worked hard in college. I have read books I never thought I would read, and the countless workshops, omg. I have been organizing my office space, which sits in half of my dining room, and as I go through all of my papers that I have worked through for the last four years, I am amazed at how my writing has changed. It's strange how my talking is still the same, but my writing has definitely gotten better. Is College Worth It? I think this depends on why you are there. I was facing empty nest syndrome and it was time to go get my degree after raising my family. If you want your career to advance, you should consider some classes that may boost you up a notch. But if you are not into reading, reading, reading, and writing so many essays that your ass burns a hole in your chair, then college is not for you, yet. I say yet because it took me 25 years to get back to my studies, but I did graduate and I feel great about that. The one thing no-one can ever take from your education. |
| Just putting words down on paper about myself seems a bit non-creative, and feels like I'm applying for a job. If I get to personal then it feels like I'm talking to my therapist. Yes, I have a therapist, well she let me go when she felt that she had done all she could do with this mind of mine, but I still consider her my therapist. Everyone should at some time in their lives take therapy sessions, especially if you are over 40. By the time you are 40, you are confused enough about life to go to a therapist so she can help you unravel yourself by sitting there looking at you like you are stupid while you talk, and talk, and talk, and she asks you leading questions that you would never have thought to ask yourself, so that eventually you are tunneling out of your confusion, putting bul.s..t in a box and walking out of her office with a pocket full of tissue and a smile on your face. I am a mother, grandmother, and wife. That pretty sums up what I am to the people that mean the most to me. I have 9 grandchildren, and they bring me more joy than words and that is not an easy thing to do. I am an avid reader, a creative writer (certified), and at my age, I just returned to college to get a long desired degree in English and Theater. It is amazing how focused I am on my studies. I have maintained a GPA of 3.5 and above throughout my college years and have won many scholarships and awards for my writing. Back in high school I had no time for this, I wanted to party, and then party some more. The only regret I have for waiting to get my degrees is that my knees are not what they were when I was 16, so getting around campus is a bit tricky at times. But the walking is good for my legs. Okay that is what I have for today. I hope that you come back to see me again! |
| Loneliness is a dress, hanging dripping wet, the drops falling on the shoes that haven't been worn yet. The single strand of pearls lost under the bed the ones you stole off of a corpse that wasn't quite dead. The television that only has one viewer at a time, the girl on the corner always trying to borrow a dime. The old man in his yard whittling on a stick, the dead cat not far away, that he pummeled with a brick. That rose over there hanging on for dear life, with only thorns to protect it from a pickers plight. Loneliness are you lonely? Do you need you only? |
| Window to The Wind By Rhonda D. A leaf trapped between a torn screen the window pane withering wistfully as unseen scars scratch into the leafs veins. A snowflake on its way to the ground, forms as it forgets how it is molded, holding only the memory of the cold. A rose's thorns pricking unknown thumbs, bathing in the blood, as it grants its beauty to a table and it’s lonely waiting vase, a very short display. A man walking in the direction of the wind, his wails unheard, unknown, un-felt, his feet unsure, unsteady, unguided. Windows, some up, some down, some shutting out the cries when searched for, not found. A runaway needing a pathway, choosing a road unknown with no fear, to escape ears that refuse to hear, what they truly fear. A bag of dope slipping from a pocket of no hope into the gutter , becoming one less useless Minute spent numb. So numb. A crumpled letter lying beside a body devoid of life, filled with the voice of one song no longer able to belong, belong here. A door opened letting in more than a breeze, letting in more than the feet of the love that left so long ago, welcoming with ease. A coffee cup unused, chipped but Kept in the window, seen from below Shining in the sun. Unused. Windows, closed tight. 230 words |
| Water the Walls by Rhonda Davis (if they are parched) water the walls, wailing within my heart, let the stream of silky fluid funnel through the scorching heat, parched, leave them damp and wanting. (if they are bruised) gently heal the walls that are built to keep out the ragged dry vines that crawl along its eves- Prune them back. (if they are breached) slowly take down the walls and have them replaced with new stucco, then let go. *********** Stay Put- A message to my heart! by Rhonda Davis I know that you creep into my mind, you try to lead me astray I know you pretend to be kind, and want to have things your way. But listen up and hear me now I'm going to make you stay put, because now I know how! |
| Butterflies By Rhonda D I stood on that corner the one over there. My demons were with me fighting off my fear. The real me lay dormant behind all the shame not daring to breathe or call out God's name. I had to smile wide so the pain would not show I had to talk fast so no-one would know...........me. Take by Rhonda D sometimes take some time to write a line a little here and there. Keep in mind it's sound and rhyme, to keep the reader here. pump its beat, make it's meaning sublime, take some time to write a line |
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