AHS: Freak Show….

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Does anyone else watch American Horror Story? Have you been watching the seasons evolve each year? I’ve found a lot of people actually enjoy this show. Most of whom I would have never guessed watch it. I find that, there is something so incredibly interesting about the darkness of it all.

I can speak for myself when I say, as much as I would like to inspire and help individuals, there seems to be a certain freedom that accompanies letting your mind wander to darker places. I know I’ve seen as much when it comes to my poetry. The darker ones I’ve posted of the course of the past few months have been, honestly, some of the easiest ones to write. Hmm, maybe that says something about me?

In any event, tonight is the Season Premiere for AHS, and I will most definitely be watching! Will you?

xx,
Mel

Procrastination Nation – Ode to Cat ^_^

A fun little poem for today, hope you enjoy!

xx,
Mel :)

Tomorrow is the day
What day?
The day I will get it done
Get what done?
Every thing I’ve been planning since yesterday
Since days, weeks, months prior -
Tomorrow is the day
The plan of my life will start
The day I make the firm decisions
Have the appropriate responses
To homework, to my job, to my responsibilities
Tomorrow… The opinions become decisions
The thoughts become actions
The words become stories
Hail tomorrow! For all of my insightful purpose
Will reign with a fierce and burning intensity
A fire – like an uprising – will pierce its flames
Thoroughly through and through my soul
Screaming a burning desire of realities becoming accomplished
But why the plans from yesterday, why not do it today?
Because, my dear…
Today I’ve declared greatness -
Tomorrow is when I will begin.

But what is…

But what is love without laughter?
Without the joyous sound reverberating 
Around and around encapsulating our very beings
But what is love without trust?
Without the capability to enter in blindly
A wholehearted, life altering belief
In someone other than our self
But what is love without feeling?
Without the sensations numbing our fears
The syncopated happiness shared with another
But what is love without freedom?
Without the passions escalating to new optimistic highs
The reverence followed swiftly and without regard.
But what is,,,love?
Fragmented pieces sewn together?
But what is…laughter?
An escape from reality?
But what is…trust?
A fear inducing leap into the unknown?
But what is…freedom?
A fight to understand…life?

RIP Robin Williams. You will be missed. Praying now that you finally have found your freedom.

She

She ferociously scribbles against the pages
The instrument to paper embossing every word
Etched to inflict permanence.
Permanence of every wound, every thought provoking fear.
Peering through the hair falling around her face
The little gaps in between strands like prison bars
She scribbles.
The pace quickening when solid points can’t be contained
Only slowing down when her thoughts become fragments 
Puzzle like pieces trying to fit together
She inhales a deep breath 
The air filling her lungs, pushing her to feel alive again
The paper moistening from tears 
Shed for the past, shed for the present
Shed for the ever growing distance between herself
And those she holds dear
She ferociously scribbles against the pages
The instrument to paper embossing every word
The syncopated rhythm of thoughts
The little gaps in between strands like prison bars
Falling all around her face
Peering to see the dawning of the truth in her words
The pencil snaps on the last sentence written:
“I can only depend on me.”

Where do we go from here?

Where do we go from here?
These thoughts that became actions
Theses thoughts that became reactions…
Outcomes we never expected
Ones we never wanted to happen
I look into his eyes
I see the reflection of me.
The pain
The sorrow
The once unrequited love we held.
Where do we go from here?
A love once so pure and honest
Has now crumbled into tiny pieces
Of misuse, of dead feelings, of no light…
It wasn’t him
It wasn’t me
It was us…necessarily.
People grow together
People grow apart.
Where do we go from here?
I ask solemnly.
To him
To no one
To anyone that will listen..
The steady sound of his breathing
Of my breathing
The strand of hair that falls from its place
My hand with it’s automatic reach
The electricity that was once there
Fails to ignite its spark.
Where do we go from here?
He catches my hand
Stares at me for an eternity
Closes his eyes…
Yet, I witness the lone one which escapes.
We go forward.
The only way we can go
Not with each other
Not for each other
But for us as individuals
…We go forward.

First Signing Success…One checked off of my bucket list!

So…Philly was pretty amazing. One of my good friends was the perfect host to show me around her home town. Her table was next to mine, my best friend was my assistant, the blog organizing the signing did an amazing job, and well, it was a pretty special intro into the signing authors world. I made some new friends, had my first “fangirl” which was probably one of the coolest things….ever. It was also one of the most humbling experiences, too. Meeting people who so enjoyed words that translated from my thoughts to paper? Crazy. But, crazy AWESOME. I figured I would share some pics from it, too. :)

 

My table set up, I was SO nervous!

My table set up, I was SO nervous!

 

A collage of some awesome readers I met <3

A collage of some awesome readers I met <3

 

All in all, it was such a great opportunity and one of the coolest things I’ve done to date. Maybe they’ll be many more in my future. Gotta keep writing to make it happen :)

 

Now, on to the second part of my bucket list hoopla. I think you poets will appreciate this! Whilst in Philly, I got to visit and be inside of…Edgar Allen Poe’s house!!!!!!! Yes, you read that correctly, I was in his FREAKING HOUSE. I almost cried I was so excited. He is one of my favorite poets ever. It was so surreal, I went picture happy but also have a little collage of my time there. I will post below :)

All in all, the vacation was exactly what I needed. I am now refreshed and ready to turn out my second novel, then third, and fourth, and well… you know where I’m going with this haha.

Thanks for stopping by :)

 

Just hanging at Eddy's house...

Just hanging at Eddy’s house…

*Bonus Material*

I also got to visit Eastern State Penitentiary. It was HUGE and kind of creepy but also, really awesome. Philly has some rich and interesting history. In case you’re interested, I did snag a pic of Al Capone’s cell. Now I’m really leaving…

Al Capone's cell. They had it furnished to what it would've looked like when he was there.

Al Capone’s cell. They had it furnished to what it would’ve looked like when he was there.