Diary From Behind Padded Walls has broken out!

I am more than happy to say that I've finished my first collection of poetry, called Diary From Behind Padded Walls. I'll be meeting this week with a production company that will be helping me turn my words into actual books- very exciting, indeed.

Here is a glimpse of what you will experience in the full book:

Introduction

They say the body is water, primarily.

I was born Tsunami.

Storm strengthening with each ricochet off padded walls,

I am a shell.

Just listen to me.

Heed

The water, calm.

There is no reflection. It is perfect

pristine

pure.

For how long kept,

reserved from use?

Reserved for whom?

Dirty hands crave cleaning.

DO NOT TOUCH

I see.

Watch me watching.

I know the surface shows secrets,

Have to hit it right.

Mix in oil metaphors, remember

to leave holes;

Room to breathe,

Bubbles not made for bursting.

I can already feel this frigid pool awakening.

I feel it making waves, beckoning-

Motion will remain.

I will not...

Letter Addressed to Yesterday

Dear last night,

You are the most incredible thing ever to happen to me.

But you are nothing more than a ripple.

I will forget you when I wake.

You wouldn't leave me,

Right? You wouldn't leave me

Breadcrumb symptoms with no clear cause.

My hair still smells like fish.

I can still taste blood on my lips.

Scrub it away.

The skin.

When,

Will I be clean again?

Last night, you were perfect.

But to enjoy anything is to use,

Too using,

Dry up the spring.

Ink washes as I try righting.

Dear last night,

You were the most incredible thing ever to happen to me,

Too happening.

You are a river

running,

Running away, and

It's all downhill from here.

Words of Wednesday: Inevitable

We were all born shiny white sneakers,

most of us into mud.

Now, our dirtied laces form the noose that trips us up,

Souls holy enough to fall through.

We are here to catch those who stumble.

Tomorrow is coming;

Going.

Are you ready?

We are the bulls, running

Because it's what we know,

Running

Lemmings over the cliff

Into volcano.

We know what's coming.

We do not falter.

We are wrecking balls moving mountains.

We are bullets,

Fired up,

Ripping through fabric, flesh, and bone.

Man bleeds, dies slowly.

We are healing.

We are unstoppable.

We are unstable.

We are.

Tomorrow is coming.

Are you ready?

We are

I've been really into haikus lately

I always call it
individuality.
Others did so first.

Seriously

What would Jesus do for a Klondike bar?

.

simplify

Merchandise!!! Very exciting.

Thank you so much to everyone who volunteered to create a logo for my slam career! The first one has already been finished, and it's looking GREAT! I invite you to check out The ROAR! Store and support a local poet and designer!


Much Love,
ma{RAWR!}

The problem with success

Sometimes in life, with hard work, focus, and patience, you do get what you want. And then what?
That's what I've been trying to figure out. 
Best Case Scenario: you make crazy idealistic goals that no one thinks you'll ever accomplish. By putting your back into it, you reach those goals, prove everyone wrong, and are momentarily happy.*
*That happiness can't last forever, so you make some new outlandish goals and get to work. Rinse & repeat.


The problem I get to is that success is never enough. No amount of ______ (money, love, weed, sex- you fill in the blank) is ever going to keep you happy. We've been cursed with the pursuit of happiness; no one seems to have roadmapped the journey.


But that's precisely the point. What fun would life be if we already had a cheatsheet? Sure, who doesn't like getting the code to a bonus level, but no one wants an outline of the whole game- That defeats the whole purpose of playing! And keeping this analogy, beating the game only is fun for like 2 seconds. After that, you wish with all your heart that you could go back and play some more! Again, this proves that its the process that's important. Many poets and authors and singers and speakers have said it much more eloquently than I will ever be able to, but it's the journey, and not the destination, that's important. 


So what do we do with this?
It's okay to have goals, and I actually encourage this as it keeps you moving forward. Just remember that the goal is not the important part- how you go about achieving the goal is what really matters. Make one dream come true, and then dream some more. Life is about growing, changing, evolving, and improving. Where you are at is where you're supposed to be at this moment in time, so never apologize for failing to meet some kind of standard. As long as you are progressing, you are living. So go out and live it up! =)


Love,
ma{RAWR!}

Poems!

Even though I've been focusing on slam stuff lately, I decided it was time to start getting published. I went through my store of older poems, revamped a few, and submitted a query letter to a local publisher. I'll definitely keep you updated on how things go with that! But in the meantime, here's a brief sample of mah work: =)

The Very Least

I'm rebuilding my life.

This house of cards grows higher,

Spiraling spires up into Skye.

Always-

Over greatness looms clouded instability.

Doom will reign.

Powerful winds whip around striking towers

But Viking showers are nothing to run from-

A conundrum:

It's always the butterfly breeze,

The kind that trees tease,

That destroys everything.

At least in ruins I have nothing to lose.