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The Beginning of Love (An Original Poem)

Under your skin,
just below the surface,
where you hide your disdain
for normalcy,
sparkles a
near imperceptible
glimmer of
Passion.
It twinkles at the corners of
your mouth
when you say my name,
as if the
mere utterance of that combination
of vowels and consonants
cracks through
the stormclouds
above the chasm
where you hide
your heart
(like lightning)
allowing the love
to trickle up,
reverse raindrops of
ineffable joy
that water your smile,
still only a smirk
but wholly genuine.
Though the words have been
surrounded by
a barrage of sarcasm,
know that it is ever so evident
what you mean to say,
and know,
I love you, too.

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#ICYMI: Where does your Inspiration come from?

Last night we had an awesome #JustAddTea Twitter Chat! Our topic was Inspiration, and we had a great turn out! Hopefully it will help me to overcome some of my own Writer’s block.

Well, that and getting on a regular schedule. If you couldn’t make it to the chat last night, here are the questions and my answers. Please add your own answers in the comments below, or Tweet them to me using the hashtag: #JustAddTea! Continue reading

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Oh Summer! Oh Muse!

The summer seriously screws with my scheduling! First of all, I seem to have no idea of what day of the week it is at any given moment because all of my scheduling is out of whack. Instead of panicking about this (which could happen), I instead play Sims and sleep, and panic over other, not-panic-worthy things.

For instance: the misunderstanding with the Pirate.   Continue reading

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Pistanthrophobia (Original Poem)

The Pirate and I had… a misunderstanding… or something. He was having a bad day, said I was being smothering, which I can see, and possibly agree with, but to me, the “why” is always the key. Why was I being smothering? Because something didn’t feel right. I have not been able to read his intentions, or what he thinks about me, and while he says with his words that he finds me interesting, and wants to keep me around… he’s shown no interest in ME, my life, my past, my hobbies. Every conversation goes back to the topics he’s interested in, or stories of his life. 

I found that it bothered me. I found that I wanted some sign, that wasn’t asked for, that he was actually interested in ME. As such, I couldn’t back off like he asked… I never seem to be able to do that, because it makes me nervous. It’s happened before, and it will probably happen again with the next guy, as I’m sure the Pirate is done with me. And several people feel that I should be done with him as well. I think I was building up to that, maybe? I don’t know. I know I’m sad at the thought. 

He posted a word on Instagram, one I did not know, and it (plus my actual feelings) are the inspiration for this poem.  Continue reading

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Mentors Make a Difference

Often in the business world, and even in books about how to be successful in the business world, like Lean In, they often talk about having a mentor. In education, beginning teachers are paired with a mentor teacher who can show them all the things that you aren’t taught in education classes. Sometimes, moving to a new school will get you a mentor teacher as well.

I was given one when I moved to my new district.

But what is the purpose of a mentor? Are they really necessary? How do you find one? And do they work in all fields? What about if you’re an author? Continue reading