Comfort – The Thing In My Room, Poetry Challenge


I trace my hands over the thick fabric.
Luring me to sleep.

I feel the fibers between my fingers
comforting me with their embrace.

As I cover myself up
my eyes slowly shut.

I drift into my dreams.

I’m awoken by the images
invading my mind.
And I push comfort away
then shove it to the side.

I force myself to sleep once more.

Battling the night
-rest is a chore.

Morning arrives, it always does-
As the sun pours through my window.

I grab my blanket
and pull it back over me,
to protect myself
from the eyes of the world.

Not my best, but hey, I’m trying something different.
I have decided to take prompts from my textbook for my upcoming poetry class and post my responses to them on here. And now, I am challenging you to do this as well!
This prompt was “something in your room.”
If you participate, pingback or comment a link below! 🙂

Writing Challenge!

I would like to begin a new challenge, but this time, for you! If you have been following my posts for awhile now, you probably know how much I like a good writing challenge, so I decided to create another one- the 1 minute poem/story.
I love writing fast, and getting the words out as soon as they come to me because I feel like they lose their importance once they’ve been thought over for very long.
I wrote this poem down without stopping to think of a certain word, editing, or anything like that and it took me about 1 minute. So, I decided I’d like to see what other writers come up with in 1 minute!
There aren’t any prompts- just write whatever you’re thinking, questioning, or feeling.
If you decide to participate, let me know and comment a link to your work below! 🙂


Is everyone a poet?
Does anyone even know?
Do we all have what it takes
to soothe our damaged souls?

Does ink course through all of our veins?
Do words speak as loud
to everyone who’s ever dealt
with pain inside and out?

Or does it even take
any sort of turmoil within
to give us words to write our stories
and help us pick up the pen?

Road Blocks – No E Story

Kasim nominated me to do the no ‘e’ challenge, but turn it into a story.
This isn’t really a complete story, but it’s something haha.


Ink has a way of spilling into your blood and vanquishing your familiar body. Taking what you know and transforming it into an unfamiliar ghost of what was. That’s why I am what I am.
My lungs gasp for words as my mind thirsts for a story. As I’m imagining what could occur, I am portraying my world as I know it- not as it truly is.
So many things block my path- and I can’t find ways to pass by. But my own thought is usually my road block. This block that’s contaminating my mind and soul. I lay down rocks in front of my path that I cannot climb, and as soon as I try, I fall. I fall into oblivion without anything to land on. My surroundings diminish as my mind dissipates into nothing.

Summer Days – Memee’s Poetry Party


The whispering winds
tell their stories of summer
and the long, stoic days
as I lay back
and listen to the mumbling
of the trees as they sway.

The sunshine beams down
upon suspecting passersby-
Covering the night to come
and brightening the world around
with the the warmth that it provides.

I look to the sky
no longer weary eyed
for the clouds speak of love
and the sun which shines above
holds promises of a brighter day.

This is my entry for Memee’s Poetry Party #SummerTimeBlues!
I encourage everyone to enter and vote for their favorite! It’s a great opportunity to learn and explore other bloggers’ work and to promote your own!
Click here to vote, enter, and read the other entries!

Quotes Challenge – Day 1

I would like to thank NJ for nominating me for this quote challenge.

The rules are:

1.Thank the blogger who nominated you for this challenge.
2.Post any three quotes for three days.
3.Nominate other bloggers at the end of each post.


It’s important to cherish wise words spoken by others because sometimes, just knowing that someone else has thought the same things you have or experienced the same things you have make life a lot more comfortable.

So, for the first day, I am posting 3 quotes that echo my own experiences or thoughts.

“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended where I need to be.”
-Douglas Adams

Recently, my life has changed quite a bit and it has all happened by sheer luck and coincidence. If I wasn’t where I was at the exact moment that I was, my life would be completely different. And this applies to everyone. I truly believe that things happen for a reason, it’s just up to you to figure that reason out.

“Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win.”
-Stephen King

So many of my writings are about this same topic. My poem, The Undefeated Villain really touches on this. The real evil lies inside of us- we can be our worst enemies.

“But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most?”
-Mark Twain

This is something that I had never thought of specifically until I read this quote. But I have thought along this same concept and not always in the religious sense. Once we view someone as a “bad person,” that’s all they will ever be to us. Why don’t we pray or hope that they overcome their trouble and become a better person? Why do we just give up on someone as soon as we see their dark side?

*I’m not going to nominate any one in particular because I think this is a challenge that everyone should do. So anyone reading this is free to accept this challenge *

Allergic to ‘E’ Challenge

I took the allergic to ‘e’ challenge from Alisha.
I had a hard time not using the word “the” haha, not using ‘e’ is is a lot more difficult than I figured it would be!

Sound surrounds
my passing thoughts.
Waiting until
my mind is caught-
Caught by strings
wrapping around my brain,
pulling my passions
and plucking at my pain.
I ask for this sound
to finally stop,
but it only says
that it’s all my fault-
My fault that sound
has a way of invading
my mind
and always staying
in my soul.

Timed Writing Challenge

About a month and a half ago, Laine Anne Theodore nominated me to do a timed writing challenge.  I just had the time this morning to finally write my piece.

My prompt was:
You are speaking to a group of young adults at a writer’s workshop. Share with them what writing means to you, and any advice you have that may encourage them to follow their own dreams as writers.


Words are personal. They can express your emotion, share your story, or offer your opinions. Often, people strive to be like the greats in their field, but with writing, that isn’t an option. The only great you can become is yourself. No two people will ever have the same voice, or the same view because no two people are the same. Everyone is different, everyone has something different to say, and everyone will say it in a different way.
Writing can ignite a fire, or put the flames out. When brought to life, words hold more power than any army could ever possess. It gives voice to the words you can’t speak and it immortalizes thoughts you wish to keep. To me, writing is much more than scribbling some array of letters and symbols on a piece of paper- It’s a way to tell everyone what I think and who I am. I write for love, for passion, and for tranquility. I love words and what they can entail, I have a passion to express what I need the world to know, and it clears my mind and puts my soul to ease. Nothing is more satisfying than finally having your thoughts heard when you felt like no one was listening.
Don’t feel ashamed to turn your abstract ideas into concrete expressions. Don’t tell yourself that you’re not good enough or that your thoughts aren’t worth it. The only bad writer is the one who never writes. Keep thinking, keep feeling, keep writing. Maybe your words will be the ones to change the world.


I gave myself 10 minutes, and in that time frame I got 264 words. I tend to focus my writing more on quality than quantity, so I spent too much time trying to phrase things well rather than raising my word count. But, I got most of what I wanted to say, said and that’s what matters.


These are the rules:
1. Open an MS Word Document.
2. Set a stop watch or your mobile phone timer to 5 or 10 minutes, whichever challenge you think you can beat.
-Your topic is at the foot of this post BUT DO NOT SCROLL DOWN TO SEE IT UNTIL YOU ARE READY WITH YOUR TIMER!!!
3. Fill the word doc with as much words as you want. Once you start writing do not stop.
-Do not cheat by going back and correcting spelling and grammar using spell check (its only meant for you to reflect on your own control of
sensible thought flow and for you to reflect on your ability to write the right spelling and stick to grammar rules)
-You may or may not pay attention to punctuation or capitals. However, if you do, it would be best
4. At the end of your post write down ‘No. of words = ____” so that we would have an idea of how much you can write within the time frame.
5.Do not forget to copy paste the entire passage on your blog post with a new topic for your nominees and copy paste these rules with your nomination (at least five (5) bloggers).


So, I nominate:

1. Danica Aquino

2. Malvika

3. Ellie 

4. Veira Reign

5. Insight07

6. And anyone who wants to participate!


The prompt is….



























What inspires you to write what you do? Whether it be positive/negative thoughts, fiction, life experiences, etc. Did something/someone in your life spark that desire or do you just have a passion for that genre? Also, have you ever wrote or ever wanted to write something that was completely different from what you usually write? If you did write it, how did it go? If you didn’t, why did you choose not to?

Haiku Prompt – “Ill” and “Rest”

I took this haiku prompt from Ronovan Writes, challenging us to use the words “ill” and “rest.” Since this is so similar to my interactive poetry, I thought I’d give it a shot! Why not?

Ill Thoughts

These thoughts make me ill-
Yet they trumpet in my mind.
Will rest ever come?

Here is the prompt:


Poetry On Parade – Poetry Party

I’ve had trouble getting to a computer these past several days and was unable to link this correctly on my phone.
I know I’m really late, but I submitted my poem, The Parade, to Memee Musings’  Poetry Party, #poetryonparade. If you have the chance to visit the link and vote for your favorite,  it would be most appreciated!
I apologize for the late notice.
Also, if you enjoy reading/writing poetry, I encourage you to consider participating in next month’s poetry party! Get the details by visiting Memee’s Musings’ site!

The Parade


The drums beat on
as we march to their rhythm.
Their loud, commanding cadence
dictating our every movement.

Stay in step.

Look ahead.

Stand straight.

Keep in time.

The whistle sounds
and your heart
begins to beat
louder than the drums
inside of your chest.

Your nerves
rise with the instruments.
As your breath
matches the rhythm of the music,
the pressure slowly dissolves.

The twirling batons
and flying flags,
the dancers
and prom queens
all fade away.

It’s just you and the music,
marching on
until the end of the parade.


My entry in MeMee’s Poetry Party!



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