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Kids
They beat the kids. They want them tame and submissive. So that when they grow up, they don’t question the shackles that bind them. They look back on those beatings and think, my what a wonderful lesson I learned. Discovering their confidence they remember the sting of punishment. They don’t discover no more. And down the line it will go, stealing the fire of all our people.
I am a writer...
I have grown so much as a writer that I actually look back at work I did at the beginning of my program, and I cringe. I cry a little inside. But I am so freaking joyous because I'm paying a lot of money for my education, and if I wasn't getting better like I would just pop off on somebody real quick.
Looming Sexuality Post
A while back, I posted a little piece entitled “Something like Sexuality.” Well, now I want to post “Actual Sexuality” some time soon. I have always found the topic pretty interesting, especially my own sexuality. I hardly ever talk about my sexuality. A few people have asked me if I was gay since I am still a virgin, which I find weird. I mean, gay people do have sex. I’m confused as to why being a virgin would equate to being gay. But anyhoo, I do identify as straight, but I think my sexuality is a little more complicated than that. Which is why: The topic deserves a whole other post. So stay tuned. You’ll probably see me again in a month.
Earth
I think "earth" might be my favorite word. It always just makes me feel so connected and grounded. I don't even know why. I mean, when I think of earth, I think of this gorgeous planet, and the ground, the dirt, and of course trees. It is no secret that I absolutely freaking love trees. I think they are beautiful, and majestic, and flawless! I love the sound they make when the wind blows. Ugh! I just love them so much. I cannot even explain why I am so obsessed with them. Anyhoop, I am the earth queen.
Part of the oppression of people of color is white people telling them: Well, I understand you’re hurt, but you have to be civil and quiet about it, otherwise I won’t respect you.
I don’t remember...
Choppy
When it’s choppy. I take my fingertips, and I rub it between them. I feel for the ridges. The choppy. It tumbles around. It gets lost. It feels bumpy and uneven. It feels choppy. I press it between my lips. Roll it around on my tongue. It gets slippery. But still choppy. I spit it onto my palm. That choppy thing. I drop it on the floor. I hear a small ping. That word. That thought. That idea. When it’s choppy.
Sweet Thoughts
The world scares me because sweet thoughts are so easily perverted. Though I search still. That I may know all there is to know of us. May I take that knowledge and sigh in complete circles. May I speak in nonsense and be understood. May I feel the sweet touch of life and blink on her hellish thoughts. If I can see the world in a single word, then surely I'll see the sweet thoughts in the perverted. But I won't grasp tightly with reddened hands. I am afraid, but I am alive.
Focus Book Review
Focus by Alyssa Rose Ivy My rating: 4 of 5 stars Ok, so first I need to address the ending. Since there was absolutely no foreshadowing, it was literally the most jarring ending I have read to date. I didn't really enjoy the experience. I felt like the twist was just thrown in for shock value and the fact that it connected to very little made it feel like a very lazy way to end a story. Second, I have warmed up to Levi, but I still hate him for the most part. Withholding sex is in no way the proper punishment for someone tricking me into spending the rest of my life with them, putting me and the people I love in extreme danger, guilting me into staying with them, and then continuing to think they have any right whatsoever in deciding how I live my life. Levi doesn't seem to understand at all that what he did was essentially a fancy rape. I don't care how much I loooove you if you force me to do anything there is not even a dog house for you right now. A character I am really enjoying though is Jared. His relationship with Allie makes me like her character so much more. Their flirty, funny, sexy. I love it. When Levi and Allie flirt, I imagine some douchebag whistling at me from across the street. It got a lot better in this book, but there are still times when I just can't stand it. I'm just going to sum up my feelings very quickly. I don't hate this series. I just don't think this series is trying hard enough to be what I know it has the potential for. The cliffhanger alone will have me reading the next book, hopefully, I am not disappointed. View all my reviews
Flight Book Review
Flight by Alyssa Rose Ivy My rating: 3 of 5 stars Ok, this book was weird. I feel like Alyssa Rose Ivy wanted to be very unique, and it just came off slightly unlikable. The characters are not very distinctive, nor are they particularly relatable. From my point of view, our main character is an idiot. She seems pretty smart, but she consistently makes really stupid decisions that seem kind of off for her personality. Our main guy is kind of gross and annoying, and I have a hard time seeing why he is so ridiculously attractive to everyone. It really just feels like Alyssa Rose Ivy took the usual cookie cutter characters and tried to give them a unique twist, but I didn't buy it. I didn't really believe the romance between the two main characters. It felt wrong and off the entire time. It also pissed me off that everyone just kept proclaiming that they were perfect for each other. It is like Alyssa Rose Ivy was trying to prove they were perfect for each other without actually putting in the work to make sure they were actually perfect for each other. The ending really put me in a rage. It came out of nowhere, and it didn't really make much sense. I would murder someone if they tricked me like that. I also don't really buy the lore. There was barely any lore at all, and the lore that was there was barely believable. We don't get much backstory or anything that really plants us deep into this world of Pterons and other supernatural creatures. The one thing I did like about this book was the setting. New Orleans is such an interesting city, and I think Alyssa Rose Ivy did a decent job at incorporating that into the story. I just wish she incorporated more into the lore since New Orleans is so heavy on the supernatural stuff. Overall, I was not impressed by this book. Having said that, I still found it interesting enough to finish, and I will be reading the next book. I hope the next book incorporates more of the city and the lore, and also makes the characters more believable. View all my reviews
Sunday Brunch
Christian Charity Amis Literary Genre 1: Comedy & Tragedy August 6, 2015 Nicole Oquendo Full Sail University Sunday Brunch On Sundays, we drink watermelon-flavored mimosas from flutes It doesn’t take long to settle, But we start running our sour mouths way before then We have a grand old time We’re old bats. We get bored, And we beg for more Today. Diane brought some books. She wrote something, weird words We mess about with something new, something strange. We feel the Earth breathing. Diane says we’re naturals at it. This Sunday we are practiced We read the books out loud. We felt nothing, we complained about inexperience. Diane laughs at us. She promises we’ll be pro’s soon Hear my words: Follow Power, Soul, Devour. We follow her like hungry dogs We want more & grin maniacally. A grand time… Diane shouts for us to hurry We can’t slow down The Earth breathes The door is opened for us. We are all in it. & Us as one the door opens. Diane welcomes us. She leads, I scream, but the rest are silent & they don’t see Diane Clawing. They don’t see her, Grinning & devouring us. Us combined, we’re one quick meal. I fight hard & I’m weak, The others, they accept this ending. They’re drunk on a grand old time.
The Duff
The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend by Kody Keplinger My rating: 4 of 5 stars I really enjoyed this book, it was refreshing for sure. Writing: There was nothing too special about the writing. It was okay, just the usual contemporary young adult writing style. It was relate-able. I had fun reading through the point of view of the female protagonist, Bianca. She was a bit bitchy, and her expressions did seem a bit limited when it came to words, but overall, I couldn't really help but enjoy the tone that she brought to the story. Characters: Like I said, Bianca was a really interesting character. She was cynical and judgmental. She was so flawed, and sometimes she was ridiculous. But she was also loyal, smart, and a loving (no matter how much she denied it). She was really fun to read about, and throughout the book, I felt really close to her character. Wesley's character, I really liked. This is a proper jerk, His personality wasn't just swept under the rug by the ever so popular "love changes a man". Love does not change people's personalities, it just makes it easier for two people to stand each other. The awesome thing about Wesley is that he wasn't suddenly revealed to be this prince charming, but it was revealed that there was more to him than just being a jerk. A very real layered character, instead of the popular "washable surface" characters. I wish I would have gotten a lot more back story on him, but that is probably me just finding him way too interesting to pass up more layers revealed. Very nice supporting characters. They were all just as exciting as the main characters. I enjoyed them so much, that if Keplinger wrote companion novels for every character, I would read them all. Story & Plot Very well done! The main plot and the sub-plots, had me sticking around for a single sitting. I read the book in a little under a day, and anytime I took a break, I had to pry myself away. I would even come running back as soon as I finished my task. It was a fast paced read, very light, and packed with drama. Very good! Basically: I had a lot of fun with this book. This book has sex and inappropriate language in it, but I really want to recommend it to High school students. High school students can handle this. Keplinger likes to work learning experiences into her books, and I think it works out well. Learning good stuff + entertaining = A+. I would also recommend this to anyone else who enjoys contemporary ya novels, it could run with the best of them. View all my reviews
Shortsticks
I’m referencing to scene 1 of Shortsticks because I want to write another scene. So this is just a note. Charity, write another Shortsticks scene.
Wind Ensemble
Do you make an effort to create beautiful things, beautiful quiet things? Do you look at the structure of those things and think, they could only be described in beautiful words and phrases? Do you pass your gaze on those things slowly, and with little effort? Do you notice them as if there is nothing else? Do you consume them slowly and quietly? Do you feel them on days like this when there is nothing else to be done when all but this has fallen away silently? Do you make an effort to love those things as slow as you can, as deep as you can? Do you glide with them and slip on them? Do you palm them and feel every grain, every ridge? Do you know them better than you know anything, better than you know yourself? Do they excite you in slow and passionate waves? Do you place them before you and join them in emotion? Do they make you cry at their wonder and smile at their face, so full of texture? Is the process made all the more wonderful? Is it affectionate? Does it love you back? Does it feel beautiful? Did it take effort?
And I write
I have been writing for a very long time, and I didn't realize that until just now. It was something I barely paid attention to. It was like a habit that I stopped noticing. Feel something, write it down. Have an idea, write it down. Get angry, write it down. I never mentioned it as if it were important, something I wanted to spend all of my time doing. I mentioned other careers, sometimes half-heartedly, sometimes with enthusiasm, but never any drive. They were just random things I thought it would be cool to pursue. And I wrote about them. But there was never any fire behind my words, expressing how bland I felt those paths really were. And I wrote about it. The few times I thought about being a writer, I figured, I don't write enough. I don't love it. I don't do it obsessively and in a frenzy. It's not something my body forces me to do. It's not something that makes me feel incomplete if I don't. It's not my obsession. And I wrote about it. What is my obsession, I wondered. And I wrote about it. What is my purpose? And I wrote about it. What do I love? And I wrote about it. Confused about everything, I wrote about it. Like a nervous tick, I wrote. Like breathing air, I wrote. Like living, I wrote. It was like a habit I stopped noticing. It was something I barely paid attention to. I have been writing for a very long time, and didn't realize that until just now.
Words, Ideas, Nonsense
I have said some pretty stupid things in the past that I regret saying. They were born out of ignorance and trying to learn in a world where correct information doesn't just hit you in the face, you have to search long and hard for it. The fact that I am 23 years old, and have yet to learn everything is pretty standard, and at this age, I finally realize that I don't know much of anything. I see myself as a fairly intelligent person, sure, but knowing this world, and the things that go on, and the people who occupy it... Well, I am but a child in my thoughts. I do a lot of research online, and I talk to a lot of different people, and I learn something new everyday. I learn that some of the things I have said in the past, are ridiculously wrong, but because I couldn't see past my own personal space, I said them proud and with purpose. This is not an apology, or an effort to shame myself for being ignorant. I want to recognize how little I know, and remind myself that I can always learn something. Regret is probably not the best word to use, because I look back on those moments in my life, and I rejoice in how much I have learned since then.
Father’s Day 2015
Everyday is a day for expressing how much you love someone. But what makes days like Father’s Day so important, is that they are reminders that everyday is a day for expressing how much you love someone. Sometimes you forget how great the people are in your life, and how lucky you are to have them. Sometimes you forget that people are just people, and they like to hear how much they are loved.
I want to take this time out to write how much I love my father. I have made a lot of mistakes, and I know he has too, but having a father who learns from his mistakes and teaches his children to do the same, well what more could you ask for. I know who I am, and my father has a lot to do with that. I may lose my way sometimes, but my father taught me how to find the path again and take it. Not once have I ever felt that my father didn’t love me, and I can’t imagine ever thinking that in my life. It just doesn’t feel possible. I thank him for that so much.
I know there are fathers out there that cause their children immeasurable pain everyday, and those children are confused or almost certain that their father never loved them. I see it all the time when I talk to some people who were abandoned. My heart goes out to you. My heart goes out to the people playing double agents, taking both roles all of the time. Life sucks, and you do what you must.
I gotta brag on my daddy though. I’ll brag on him way after he is gone, because no matter what happens, my father is a good father. He learns and he grows, and he invites me along for the ride. I got to see first hand what it looks like to take what your given in life, and to take God by the hand, and to flourish. I saw it, and I can’t ignore it. I will definitely make many more mistakes in my life, but thanks to my father, I will never lose hope. I will never see the bottom and think I can’t get up. I will never strive for anything less than amazing, because my father taught me this while he lived his life and raised his kids.
We are all regular people, but I can’t help but think that I was raised by greatness. I thank God for taking my family in his hand, and molding it the way he has, and will continue to do. I am so blessed, and I will shout it to the rooftops. I love my family so much. I love my daddy so much. I aspire to build a family as beautiful as the one I am being raised in, and I aspire to find a man as wonderful as my father is.
Shout out to all of the wonderful fathers out there doing there thing and raising their kids. Happy Father’s Day to you all. Shout out to my wonderful father! I am at the age where I just want to soak up all of his knowledge, because I figured out that I don’t know everything, or anything really. Life is hard, and I am definitely spoiled because I have my daddy to show me the right way. I love you daddy! Happy Father’s Day!
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