While the first book of my series is technically a fictional epic adventure/fantasy tale; the way I chose to start it out was - point blank - the farthest thing from that. You see, not everyone might know this, but... the beginning pages (Prologue) of "The Seven - Awakening" is a complete recount of the day my father woke me up to the news that my mom only had a few hours of life left in the hospital. My mom was diagnosed with Stage Four breast cancer my freshmen year of high school, and six years later - on this day described in the picture above - I said goodbye to her. This isn't to seek sympathy, this is to speak honestly. It was one of the hardest trials of my life and a few days later when I was in grief mode... well, I wrote THIS "Prologue". It was MY OWN way of coping and dealing with losing the person who meant the most to me in my life, and I didn't think of it as anything more than that at the time. But then, something happened... I looked at what I wrote - all the REAL 💯 things I said to her that day - and thought to myself, "What if this could HELP someone out there someday?" Don't get me wrong: my dream has ALWAYS been to become a writer/author... but more than that, I really DID make a promise to my mom that day that, self-admittedly, I've been trying to find a way to honor ever since. This book was born BECAUSE of her. This book is going to help other people fighting through a tough time BECAUSE of her. I have all the faith in the world in that. If you're looking for a journey that extends reality into fantasy: my series is for you. ✊🏻🙌🏻 (TO DOWNLOAD MY NOVEL FOR FREE, VISIT THE LINK IN MY BIO 🦁❤️You have until Friday when Book Two of The Seven Saga launches)
—You Love Her Not by Altruistic (i.)
You fell in love with her
when she couldn't love herself.
You loved her wide brown eyes
that resembled the color of pure honey,
and her big plump lips
that were perfect enough to kiss.
You loved her voice
when she called your name
because she couldn't fall asleep,
and the silence of it all
when she was long gone in her dreams.
You taught her to love herself;
head, toe and everything in between.
Let nothing intervene. (ii.) She started to fall in love with herself,
but love you more each day and not less.
But maybe being in love with herself
was something you couldn't take.
It had you wondering about
the power that she had gave.
So you started breaking down
and telling her that
all the things you said weren't true. "Well, yeah I felt that way once upon a time... but now I feel something new."
You started telling her that
she was worthless and
watched as she cried.
And while at one time that would hurt you,
for some reason this time it made you smile. (iii.) You had her wondering,
trying to figure out how
any of this
How could you love her one minute,
and hate her the next?
While she was sad for sometime,
her soul kept on burning.
And all of the flowers you had
planted in her soul,
from her tears they were still growing.
That's when she realized
how much she loved herself,
and when she started
to love you less. "People like you don't deserve love," she said. "because you take peoples weaknesses
and make them your strengths."
술을 좋아하는 사람과 좋아하지 않는 사람이 만나면 커피를 마시지.
카페의 노오란 불빛은 4,000K쯤이 좋겠지. 은은하거든. 책을 읽기에도 적당하고. 이따금씩 눈을 맞추고, 미간을 살짝 찌푸렸다가 입꼬리를 씰룩 거렸다가 커피도 한모금 마시고. 내내 휴대폰만 보는 그를 핀잔주기도 하고, 아무말이나 늘어놓기도 하고. 잘 나올리 없는 사진을 찍었다가 웃었다가. 신나게 떠들며 나의 의견을 관철시켜도 고개를 주억거리며 웃어주고.
별 것 아닌 것들을 하는 그런 시간들이 하루 중에, 우리의 시간 중에 가장 좋아. 그런 정취가.
In the morning a crow a duck a rabbit a heron all with their own secrets their own movements their own ideas their own wholeness. /
The marsh grass still laying down where it slept and high summer suddenly pulling my hand and showing me Look how lush look how rich. These are the red vine lines of wild strawberries running summer ink into the earth. /
I walked with a friend down to the shore where she played as a child we walked on the sand within the stone outlines of the rooms of her old playhouse That's the fridge and that's the cake she said It was always the cake, pointing to a large stone.
"Writers remember everything...especially the hurts. Strip a writer to the buff, point to the scars, and he'll tell you the story of each small one. From the big ones you get novels. A little talent is a nice thing to have if you want to be a writer, but the only real requirement is the ability to remember the story of every scar. Art consists of the persistence of memory." --Stephen King, Misery
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I won't let anyone in.. I act like I don't.. but I know the exact reason why. Letting those who've shown interest simply pass right on by. When I think about it.. maybe I'm just afraid.. content with the comfort in this dark bed that I've made. All social activities were cut short by deaths blade. Strictly avoiding those feelings because they've never stayed. Seeking mental over physical.. you can go anywhere and get laid. I've never been one for that. It's never been my way. I've loved very few. Can count them on one hand. That appendage was severed.. and they say love is grand. While at the beach. I wrote her name in the sand. Missing her midnight laugh and that hair.. I'd topple kingdoms for a strand. I said I'd hold her forever.. even after we die.. feeling the guilt of that lie.. because I'm still alive. I constantly relive that moment without even trying. I then dove into the ocean before my family saw me crying. .
. Poetry is truth and we all know what the truth does.
I have so much going on right now that I don't know where the day starts and where it ends. I'm getting overwhelmed with trying to keep up wth everything but I'm trying my best, especially with bookstagram because this is really important to me, so I apologize for inactiveness and hope you will bear with me through my hectic life😘🔥
I am tired of seeing people parade around their sympathy stories, fluffing out the details and skipping over the "boring" parts, to make their lives seem more tragic.
As if they were participating in some pity competition.
Had a wonderful end to Day 23 of my #100DayArtistChallenge . The last class of our 4 week @motivatedmoversnyc session was this evening and it really brought the experience to a wonderful end...although I will be back for more as soon as possible! I had a sappy dance/ life metaphor moment near the end of class that I'll share in hopes of encouraging others who may be in a similar place... We learned a new combination tonight in a very short amount of time and some of the choreography was a bit tricky. There were a few times when I lost my way and didn't get the steps right throughout the class. Overall, however, I was really proud of how I did. Why? Because when I got off, most often, I didn't let it get me down for even a minute, as that would have distracted me from getting the next steps right. I jumped right back in with commitment and fearlessness and every time I chose that option, I thrived. The couple of times when I judged myself or doubted my abilities or was hard on myself, the next several steps suffered which compounded the problem. But every time I chose to keep going, not losing belief in my ability to reach my end goal just because I missed a step, I succeeded. I left the class more confident than when I arrived but not just as a mover/ dancer; as an artist and person. It may seem silly but applying myself in this way in class really carried over as I reflected on how important it is to have this approach in life. It can be applied to faith (Proverbs 24:16), career, personal struggles, etc. and is such an encouraging idea to me. This picture, snapped during class by @motivatedmoversnyc's lovely @caitlinhornik, shows our wonderful teacher and my friend @annateresestone using her gifts to encourage and direct me to achieve my personal best during our warm up. Thank you, Anna, and fellow Motivated Movers for an amazing 4 weeks! 💕💕💕#blog#blogger#bloggersofig#bloggersofinstagram#write#writer#writersofig#writersofinstagram#artist#artistcommunity#actor#actress#acting#actorsofig#actorsofinstagram#actorlife#dothework#trusttheprocess#sing#singersofig#singersofinstagram#inspire#inspiration#inspirational#motivational