Two seasons have passed and snow packs the ground.
We met at a party with people around.
I'll admit I was scared to you.
But you made it easy, so then I knew.
You made me feel pretty and important
Your soul, your heart, your love was absorbent.
Days rolled by. Weeks and months before my eyes.
And all of that time, filled with happy sighs.
I didn't wish for you, but you still came
Just to grant me something by a new name.
You were something I never knew I'd need
All of my expectations, you'd exceed.
I was being carried in a basket.
You don't know how much I wished it lasted.
I know quarantine has brought everything to a screeching halt. And one would think that would provide me with plenty of time to get writing down. Alas, that is not true. When everything shifting online, my workload doubled and I had to prioritize school ahead of writing. In turn, I am now three months behind schedule. So I am sorry to say that no books will be coming out this year, 2020. I'm sorry but I have to make time for work and school and maintaining my own well being. I hope that as everything begins to return to normal so will my work schedule. But as of now it looks as though there will be no printed publications. But if everything were to change, I will you all know immediately.
It's not all bad news though. I like to create digital art prints in my spare time. I don't have a lot of that so they're coming out slowing. But coming. So look out for those.
As for the blogs, I will try to maintain a regular upload schedule of every Monday. I think that I can do that now with everything happening.
I'll make sure to update everyone here, on the website, so keep a look out. But until then, stay healthy!
All I have ever known has gone to rot.
Burning; Set ablaze by one I trusted.
Stabbed in the back by a needle rusted.
Continue in my life, that I cannot.
Someone might call me pathetic and weak
And that I just need to deal with the ache.
That I just need to "learn from my mistake,"
Like I chose to be victim of a freak!
I would have given him everything.
Anything I had. Had he only asked.
He would have never had to be unmasked
But my angel willing clipped his wing.
I know, to hurt me was his only goal.
But still my heart dies with the love he stole.
As continuation of last week's workout! For this last week, I will take you through my personal daily workout routines. Let's push on!
And don't forget to stretch!
As continuation of last week's workout! For the next two weeks, I will take you through my personal daily workout routines. Let's push on!
And don't forget to stretch!
With being in quarantine I was forced to feed myself yet again! No more fast food! No more going out at all! So, I've learned to cook. Look at my masterpieces.
I am not the best chef (or photographer) I must admit. However, I love cooking. It was so much fun. So delicious. So enlightening and almost therapeutic. And the more that I do the better I get! My boyfriend doesn't mind my new found love either. He's gotten some pretty good eats out of it. And these are just the one that I remembered to get pictures of. I've cooked just about everyday through this quarantine. I've mad a lot of food and I have no more left. Good thing I'm going home for the summer. I am very proud of my dishes and myself. I'm so excited to where this will take me! I'll keep you updated.
As continuation of last week's workout! For the next three weeks, I will take you through my personal daily workout routines. Let's push on!
Please don't forget to stretch!
With my whole heart, I gave him my vast love,
In my home, I gave him warmth and safety.
But his unseen intentions were crafty,
For in his heart, true love was in void of.
He had plots that I would not dare to think.
He wanted to see me at my limit
and was not coy, but very explicit.
Things he tried just to push me to my brink.
He spited me and my wish to abstain.
In my body, he made angry and crude,
Then he whispers his unmeant gratitude.
Yet, I knew I will never love again.
For in that one night I lost all of me.
From then on, my soul was lost in black sea.
With everything that in going on, the COV-19, the quarantined, people are not feeling motivated to do things. Well, I suppose it's not really like we could. So no one is exercising. The most overly used claim is that the gym is closed so it's not possible. But people work out from home all the time. Me included. So I decided to to share my workouts with you!
For the next four weeks, I will take you through my personal daily workout routines. Also please don't forget to stretch!
One of Chaucer's characters from his Canterbury Tales, the Wife of Bath, spoke to me. I don't know why but I felt a kinship to her. I liked her confidence, and composure, and utter disregard for social norms, especially for her time. She just spoke to me. And it got me thinking, who would this woman be today? Who would she be if she were me?
So who was the Wife of Bath?
The Wife of Bath, known only as that (or informally as Alyson), is described in a rather explicit nature for the time she was living. Her attire and behavior is also described in a manner that would call how well she fits into the Christian standard into question. Women in her time were considered one of two things: Sinners or Saints. There was no in between. And Ms. Bath, having been married five times, did not fit into the category of Saint. Chaucer describes her face and figure as sexually fascinating. He carefully describes her clothes, legs, feet, hips, and most importantly her gapped teeth, which at that time, eluded to sensuality and lust. However, while her description is of a very promiscuous woman, boarding on an insult, she actually a very religious, respectable and highly-privileged woman. Extremely self-confident, true, but humble nonetheless.
The Wife of Bath, Alyson, is a woman with a lot of life experience. She believes that experience is the greatest authority in life. So she has traveled all over the world and seen many beautiful and ugly things. She can be rather argumentative and she throughly enjoys talking (especially about herself), but she was very much an intellectual. She learned how to provide for herself in a world where women had little, or no, independence or power. She was the director of her own fate.
Also, the portrait is a piece of my own creation, and is now available in the print store.