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  The Bilayer Of Existing = something that has two significant sides to it. The title tells us that the poem is mostly to speak about the two sides of life: The land of the living and the land of the dead. Stanza 1 - Introduces the idea of illusion. how someone who might look okay and shows no physical signs of being sad or depressed might actually be going through a lot. You can't hear them cry but that doesn't mean they are not sad or troubled inside. They might not see a reason to live at all even if they seem to be doing well on the outside. Stanza 2 - the last line of the first stanza introduces the idea of suicide or an attempt at it. This stanza defines the attempt as having failed. As somewhat of a spiritual person I believe in the power of words and prayer. So at a previous point in ones life you could have prayed for protection or mercy from God to save your life not actually knowing when those words would come into play. At the time of wishing you would die, God r...

  A Sad Poem : the title is simple, in contrast to the other work I had put out before this that almost always had some metaphor for a title. The poem itself has some complex parts but it all falls under this simple title. The title is also identifying what kind of poet I am. and how I may not change that just because sad things make people uncomfortable Stanza 1 + Poem structure : the poem takes the form of a few lines that are spoken out loud by the speaker and some in parenthesis, to indicate thoughts that are not said out loud. The thoughts are not said out loud because they may be seen as rude, and too honest, and are almost always in defense to what is previously said. The speaker almost wants to be heard but isn't quite ready to say what's on her mind so she unwillingly, compromises, by telling half truths. Stanza one is simply a thought she shares with us. We see that she longs to feel a joy that she seems to not be able to feel when she is by herself. Perhaps indicatin...

  Blogpost 0808 – KU Publication   Pheeeww what a month this past week has been. My last blog post  I went on rambling about how we need to better ourselves by moving from our pain. This one is slightly of an administrative nature since what I was meant to blog about today, is not ready yet.   *Crickets*   About two weeks ago I announced that there would a new book published on Kindle unlimited and that you guys should look out for my next blog post because I would be talking about it. I had hoped that by the time, the book would be ready but sadly it is not. With semester two under way at school my YouTube channel up and running a bunch of side hustles I got going on to pay for the various bills that are accumulating, the final process of editing and finalizing the details of my chap book has been a rather slow process. I cannot not gift you an un-cared for project. Hence I will dedicate a day a week to simply work on it and put my heart into it s...

I have been thinking a lot about victimization and the right to complain. Tightly coiling both those topics together is the right to be human and to exist. In a poem I put up on my Instagram story a few weeks ago titled: Basic Human Decency; I talk about how certain things that are supposed to be a given in our society aren’t. Basic things like respect and love and something as simple as recognition. With that in mind, I recognize that we’re living in a society that heavily puts attention to each other’s faults and on areas that we may not have been paying attention to before. Along with that heavy load of information that we should not complain about but rather commit to educating ourselves one social issue at a time, there are so many people choosing to hold on to their shortcomings and misfortunes for dear life. Something like someone not recognizing you and who you are, that they or something hurt you, though it is a hurtful thing that shouldn’t be happening but it is not a cri...

Hey folks, welcome back! I’ve been reeling in a lot of new readers  as well so if you’re new here, welcome bunny!! Lovely to have you! Today we’re talking about a poem from Little Girl Blue titled You-man Nature . Earlier this week I posted an excerpt of the poem on my insta story with the caption: “This poem is about sex and fornication.” With a bunch of cheeky emojis following. Whilst this caption wasn’t lying I’d like to dive a little deeper into the backstory of the piece. This poem is one of the shorted pieces in Little girl Blue for the simple reason that I had one thing to say and it didn’t need too many metaphors to get the idea across (As is with many things – I just get over excited sometimes).   That idea being there are more important things in life than sex. AND WE ALL KNOW THIS but do we act like it? I remember one evening sitting in the car with my parents driving back from what I recall as probably a church event. I was much younger than I am now and th...

The journey of the creative   It’s a curse To notice the way sunflowers sway with the moon Even though they don’t like him I see heaven’s smile in the sky sometimes And rename myself thankful For life is but a nightmare and a dream A nightmare that is my dream   The breeze blows through my hair and I become weightless like a dandelion I’m flying through the minds of all those who’ve hurt before Looking through to my past life as a Spanish doctor Loving and true Hips wider that her guitar she dances every night to calm her relatives   I’m flying into a future where skyscrapers are not high enough to reach my hopes Twinkling adventures in a city I’ve never been Secret love affairs I have yet to encounter but have already felt and cried for   Crying leads me into the ocean There I swim with the jellyfish Find peace among the reeds and reefs Smile and wake up alone in my bed A dream that was once a nightmare A nightmare tha...

Creativity from adversity The nationwide lock-down has had in it, some unexpected turns in my life, some that I've yet to share. My thoughts and some of the experiences I've had. I've spoken about the journey of the creative before and have even written a poem about it, which I hope to share with you at the end of this week. It is the very theme of this blog. The story of the poet, the singer and the painter. That we find beauty in our struggles. We create from our life experiences and whatever we witness in our day to day. My journey as a creative begun as a mere observer. I used to write about other people's experiences. My first novel was inspired by a song I heard once, a number of my poems are inspired by scenes from movies and celebrity interviews or simply from clouds I saw once on a cloudy day that presented themselves as a well curated metaphor that I just had to out down on paper. However my writing style has begun to change I no longer simply write from the c...

Backstory I purposely put this poem after 'A Sad Poem' in the collection to enforce the idea that was expressed at the end of poem 1. That idea was 'I am going to continue writing about sad topics if I feel like it.' The Bilayer Of Existing is a poem about how hard life can seem sometimes and that at times you go through all the pain by yourself. It's not a facial expression or a change in diet or dressing sense that everyone can notice. When you cry there might not even be physical signs like tears and wailing but does that mean you're content with your reality? Nope. You find yourself fighting the good fight alone and it's painful but you continue. I explore a few themes in this short poem, one of the most important is how there are other things that contribute to our lives than just the will to live . I strongly believe that if it was just about the will - a number of us would have opted to end it a while ago. But it's more than that. The...