Surgical Symphony

The uneven hemlines stretched across the surface,
hid the unequal distance between beauty and anguish.
Beauty, not branded, but torment equally as pleasing,
caused him to take the shade from her canvas
and leave her with the white.
On a bed made for one, she was injected with a lullaby.
Soothing yet invigorating like the sound of opera
that caused her to slumber en pointe.
The smell of surgical steel ripped through the ruffled pink
and like a physician’s needle, it penetrated through
the delicate and into the deviant.
The adolescent curvature created a contortion
amongst the lips of masked disguise,
but it allowed their hands to speak
for the sentiment in which resided in their eyes.
The ladder of stainless steel gracefully infused,
held together the pieces
of endless attempts of refinement. Confinement
within her home of satin and speckled broken skin.
The scraps of metal dismembered, remembered
like the last dance to Stravinsky
before the fall of Russia. And as they threaded
her close like a fitted corset,
her body of flaws turned toward the avenue
of mottled shadows dancing to a song that
was the length of her scar.
In honest form, past the frame,
her beauty protruded from flesh where her mind
laid adjacent to her body’s blur. And the curtains closed.


Another addition for my poetry book that gains some morbid, yet realistic tones. This can be taken a lot of ways (and it has). Feel free to use your mind.

7:10 AM

This was something she never wanted.
She recalled the way she liked her eggs-
sunny side up like the sunny side of the sun
beating down her crowded cubicle.
Yet she was alone,
acquiring the left taste of black stimulant, cold,
and right bottled caffeine, while claiming
to only enjoy the savor of tobacco after every sip.
Through the looking-glass,
she waved away the flies
and shook her head in tune with the sirens
that glorified death and old distress.
The cigarette smoke never left her lips
because in this dream, she felt it soothe her soul.
She wasn’t going back to sleep on the pillow
stitched by the demon prince who told her
she was too fat to want to live,
but shaped enough to fit into the jacket of restrain.
The voices hadn’t stopped her
from begging into her empty cup, as she struggled
to fight away the taste of terror
that rang through her ears.
It had nothing to do with her poverty of speech
or lack of processing thoughts,
but she couldn’t say no when he asked her to dance.


This poem was written by me last year and will be included in my poetry book. This was based on real life... something I saw in NYC early one morning waiting for a ride to go home. She was indeed far, far away from home...

As Seen On TV

AS SEEN ON TV

She wore this dress with intentions of suicide.
A kaleidoscope of colors arranged to form a pattern
like thirteen geese heading north
to enter the storm. V-shaped in flight,
but abundantly closer to one another that time.
This dress it was, as seen, on TV,
slightly altered, but dangerously crimson in shade.
Almost like swimming in a bathtub of fire ants,
it caused her blue to red to spill. To drain,
to drown the ants in a puddle of dark, thickened
hemorrhages. Its sapphire hue was distinctly measured
in frill and fringe and ruffle thin. To keep
the pieces intact, to water down the red.
To unfasten the window that
stuck itself to the sill’s frost.
The purple and green stood out
in scattered, battered blotches from top
to bottom to corners. Painfully outlined
in yellow dismantled circles
this dress was seen on TV floating in a bathtub.
A razorblade keeping the water from
falling down the drain
to pipes to there. Out there. The dress
was short and long enough to reach over the porcelain
to the floor, to the door and underneath the wood
to the carpet. But not strong enough to
want to. Floating in cold water heavy
the stains, stayed inside of the fabric
and remained upon her body, as seen, on TV.


I wrote this poem for my Creative Writing: Poetry class my senior year in college last year, 2008. This is the first poem I have chosen to be included in my poetry book that I have decided to compile for future publication besides my novel. I am very proud of the turnout of this poem and it was written with a different style than what I am used to writing in a way. My influence sparked from a personal matter as well as from the media, so it hits home a bit. Other than that, it was very fun to write!

Summer Shudder Excerpt: A long lived memory...

Besides the previous excerpt that I included in the post from yesterday, this is also one of my favorites. Placed in chapter 1, this was a real life memory that I had endured within me for years. To be able to include this in my novel allowed me to let go of whatever memory I had of that day and put it into writing for someone else to enjoy as much as I did that warm summer day at the beach. I relive this memory every time I read it. I'm sure someone else can relate. This is just another long lived memory . . . :

The sky looked ominous this time of the evening and the branches on the trees knocked against the window of the 2 floor house in an uneven pattern. The shades were raised to the very top and the shadows that protruded from distinct motions of the dark against the light emerged from the dim corners of the walls. The hot pink gleam from the once setting sun diminished behind the grey and the wind seeped through the closed window, covertly. The rustling of the tree branches outside resembled that of drums and the rhythmic undertone of the beats against the glass echoed the music made when waves collide.

The distant scent of sea salt and coconut lime filtered the stale air, and intertwined between the forest green sheets and beige velour. The familiar aroma inched its way up to the burgundy pillow cases and comforted the room with a delicate, tranquil state. With eyes wide shut and exposed skin, the gentle breeze tip toed up each leg, gently treading along every curve until it reached its peak of luxury. The aroma devoured his nostrils and in a matter of moments, each whiff of pure bliss caused him to toss and turn in sheer torment.

The soft, caramel skin living on her stomach glided against his chiseled torso as they hugged, with toes buried beneath the sand. His sturdy arms were wrapped around her tiny waist and her slender arms hung loosely around his neck, with fingers gently tugging on the little, brown hairs growing on the back of his neck. Her eyes glowed with pure ecstasy as his minute eyes glared at her lovingly. They were surrounded by all sorts of people, but that morning on the beach, they felt like they were the only mortals in existence. Her extensive legs elongated, as she tip toed to plant gentle kisses on his forehead and the bridge of his European nose that she loved to kiss. Her innocent features captivated the soft spot that existed in his heart and her youthful presence ignited a fire in his soul that he kept lit for days to come. With no words, she grabbed his hand and urged him to walk along the shoreline. The sun beamed bright across their shoulders and the coolness of the water across their feet on the searing sand caused a sigh of relief to escape from their lips. They sat on the sand side by side after walking halfway across the beach and watched the bright blue water rise and fall against the backdrop of the powder blue, cloudless sky. As she focused her eyes on the different textures the waves produced as they collided with one another, he stared at her with an eternal gaze that suspended his heart to his wind pipe and stopped his breathing. While she wondered why the sky was blue and not purple, and how the jetty got there, he wondered why he was so infatuated with this girl and how the love he had for her grew so fast in such a short meeting. She glanced at him and smiled a smile that took his breath away. She placed her hand on the side of his prickly face, planted a kiss on his lips and stood up with arms wide open. He smiled a smile that caused her heart to liquefy and as he leaned in for a hug, she closed her eyes and was in absolute stupor.

The distinct memory of that day played various nights of almost every week as he entangled himself in the cold sheets that covered his desolate cradle. The feel of her skin, the taste of her kiss, the smell of her hair, the sound of her heart- it all subsided in some way. The beads of sweat dripped down his forehead into his soft brown hair causing damp spots to develop among his pillow case just as it did ever so often. He tossed and turned in torment with every playful glance she gave him, and every God given smile that protruded from her face when he looked her way, and it was then the memories came crashing into his dream-filled sleep.

Summer Shudder Excerpt: An introduction

I started writing a romance/drama novel, Summer Shudder, sometime last year and I am about half way done or so. It's mostly based on real life with some dramatized scenes and I currently have eight full chapters. This is very exciting for me because I have been struggling with my writing for a few months due to some personal reasons, but I am slowly regaining my confidence back that I once had aimed toward my talent of writing. I know I am great and I have worked so hard to being great again and this is exactly what I want to accomplish. In lieu of the new year and starting this new blog, I have decided to include an excerpt from chapter 2. One of my favorite parts of my novel so far:


Caden got into his car and made his way home with the windows down and the radio on. The heavy metal that released from his speakers soothed his soul and without a care in the world he sang along with the music as loud as he could with the wind blowing at his back. Tomorrow was the dawn of a new day and as eventful as today was, he hoped that tomorrow was going to be even more eventful minus the sight of Beata Horrace. As soon Violet was out of the picture, Beata had entered still irritating and manipulative as ever. But he wasn’t going to waste his thoughts on someone who wasn’t a part of his life anymore due to a lack of commitment and love and an excess of confidence, but rather someone who wasn’t a part of his life anymore who possessed so much commitment and love, but lacked confidence. At the next red light, he stopped the car and looked over at the passenger seat where she used to sit.

She looked over at him and smiled. With the gentle flutter of her eyelashes, she puckered her lips and brought his hand up toward her to kiss. She released the seatbelt that strapped her in, brought her bare legs from underneath and lay them across his lap with the back of her head leaned against the open window. He looked over and smiled, while resting his hand on her leg that gently caressed her silky smooth skin. Her knee-length, loose white dress was hiked up her thighs for that was one of the hottest days that summer. She pulled her hair up in a loose bun and started to laugh as Caden continued to drive off. He turned down a few streets and decided to drive on the side road next to the ocean. She raised her hands in the air above her head and outside her window and made love to the wind. She closed her eyes and when he looked over at her, he knew he was in love. The faster he drove the harder the wind hit her and the larger her smile became. She opened her eyes and drew a blank stare while focusing in on the stars above. He glanced over numerous times without her noticing and smiled at the sight of just how fascinated she was with the outside world. He pulled up in front of the ocean and stopped the car. He unbuckled his seatbelt and rubbed her feet while she continued to stare up into the universe. She looked at him slowly and brought her lips into a small frown. He picked her foot up and kissed her ankle slowly making his way to her calf. He sent shivers down her spine and around to her chest. She closed her eyes and settled in lower in her seat while he irresistibly kept his lips on her warm, caramel skin. She opened her eyes and met in an enticing gaze that caused a desirable fire to burn in the center of her heart. She released her leg from his grip and reached over him to move his seat in a laying down position. She crawled on top of him and placed a leg on each of his side, causing him to jerk his hips in a quick motion. She bent down and looked into his eyes before kissing him. She felt his heart beating against her chest and felt the nervousness that exhilarated from his core. His breathing grew heavy and his heart beat quicker with every second that she remained looking at him. Her seductive demeanor set off a release of emotions both on the inside and out and resisting the urge to tear at her dress, he laid his head back and allowed her to dominate him. She ran her fingers through his hair and engulfed his scent that released from his neck. She leaned in for a kiss and tricked him when he suddenly felt her lips on his neck instead. He moaned inwardly as she gently pulled at his hair and nibbled on his nape. She spread her legs wider and while leaving trails of kisses from his neck to his throat, she reached down and pulled at his tank top vigorously. She breathed heavy with every forceful kiss she laid on his lips and released him of his shirt when she pulled his arms up and tugged it away while throwing it to the back seat of the car. As she sat up to unbutton her dress, she hit her head with the hood of the car and laughed as the pain subsided. He gently brought her head down to his chest and kissed its crown while laughing along with her. She looked up at him with watered eyes and smiled, “We’re far too long for this, baby. Let’s love at home.”

Caden remembered that night as if it was yesterday and the surge of emotions that rushed from his head and released out his body into hers that night was something he ached to share again with Violet and dreamed about frequently. He couldn’t forget how she would disappear underneath him when he slowly moved into her nor the feeling of her long legs wrapped around his body when they became one. As he pulled into his driveway he shook off the memories and adjusted the bulge in his pants that seemed to form whenever thoughts of her bare body came to play. She had this way of saying his name when in lust and another when in love, and no matter how she said it, it still touched a delicate place in his heart that sounded off like a rapid gunfire in his brain. At least tonight he was going to lay at rest with reminisces of their beautiful love making and maybe sooner than he thought, he was going to make those memories come true. Who am I kidding? He asked himself as he stripped himself of his clothing and lay in bed under the moonlight that shone through his window onto his body. He breathed one last breath of air before rolling over and falling asleep with one arm draped over his bedside.

Relatemag.com

Since October 2008, I have been freelancing for this online magazine that inspires teen girls to pursue their dreams with confidence and to teach them to be an example for others in their speech, life, love, faith and purity. I really do enjoy writing for this magazine and I chose to freelance for Relatemag.com for various reasons. Besides the fact that I have always wanted a younger sister to influence and look up to me, I thought this would be a great opportunity for me to do just that with other young girls out there who seek assistance, advice and words of wisdom from other women. So far I have 3 published articles and I am continuing to contribute as much as I can and hopefully help at least one teen girl out there every time I write.

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Butterfly Gypsy

I'm no artist, but after much thought I attempted to step aside from my writing and take up my mother's talent of artistry. I sat for a while thinking about what I wanted to draw and decided that I needed to draw something beautiful... I needed to feel some kind of comfort in something I personally thought was exquisite. She's an image of what I want to be.