I came from that steel city

that 446 bridges city

that 30 sky scrapers city

That famous Point State Park city

I came from that little neighborhood

The daily rides on the little red incline

the daily slides on the big blue slide

the daily visits to have matzo ball soup

I came from that perfect house

with the red and white room

with the scary laundry shoot

with the little sister sleeping

I grew from that two-year-old girl

who loved reading upside down orthopedic books

who loved tutus

who loved sesame street

To that girl who loved reading right side up books

who loved Steelers games

who loved art

who loved her sweet sister

who loved her tomboy self

I came from Mr. Roger’s neighborhood

From Squirrel Hill

From Pittsburgh

From Pensilvania.

I am Sam

Yes I am

Green eggs and ham

I know this will give you a laugh

and you won't pick this funny path

to win

but as I am only here

not for mere win

but for making for glee

in this uncheery

flee!

weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

I hope everyone has a terrific day and summer! Stay safe and healthy! Be kind!

First comes life

A new leaf

a fresh start

turning and twisting

gyrating and swirling

swishing and spinning

as the only thing you can cling onto is hope

problems swelling

like a pink bubble gum

smaller

then bigger

then they Pop!

Then something happens when the world comes to an end

a new lifetime

yet for enternity

another leaf

with no end

with no start

having a life but no heart

they could be souls

spirits

or gouls

or new people

or angles

but all that we have desided is...

interity is after the life of the earthlings

either a circle of lives

or a new way

yet it continues

on.....

and on.........

and on.................

black

empty

despairing

controlling

uncontrolling

zilch

zero

nada

none

open

swallowing

here

is the

poeming

Nothingness

Just a small dose

It's cool and fresh on your lips

and I have that feeling of dansing in the moonlight etched onto the grass

Nothingness

The pleaser to your pleasures

the dew drops withing raindrops

the sharp smell of pine needles

and baked cookies

Nothingness

A black whole

of somethingness

of pride

Gone

dispare

hopeless

meaningless

my life is just meaningless

she is not coming back

no use of going on

I might as well stop trying...

and walk off a cliff

I want one thing

to see her

to let her hold me

to let her say, I love you

to have her tuck me in bed for just one more night

she is gone and not coming back

Hi everyone! So some of you know that I had made a challenge of writing tips. I am thrilled to say that I found a ton of brilliant advice. So now I am going to share the things I have learned from those dozen of people, and things I have picked up! Enjoy!

1) Write down everything and anything about your plot and characters

2) Have a specific day/time when you write! This really helps.

3) When stuck on a scene, put in who what where when why

4) Proofread each page you finish, that way you don't have a mound of editing waiting for you to put off

5) Read other authors (other than your favorites) to spark ideas

6) Rewrite!

7) Ask prose!

8) Try to write down other ideas

9) Or Combine them!

10) Write character backstories

11) I plan out little scenes, then connect the dots

12) Listen to music at the mood of your scene

13) Make a cup of tea/coffee

14) Write in a notebook first, then transfer it into a writing software

15) Set a word minimum

16) Set a goal and don't break it for a certain amount of days

17) Where UVEX glasses

18) Write somewhere from 5-10 pages a day

19) I didn't realize this but 5 pages a day, you end up writing 150 pages in a month! Now thats some progress! If you can keep that up you could write a 300 paged novel in 2 MONTHS! but that is hard to keep up!

20) Find a new cool writing softwere! It will keep you interested and writing!

Hope this is helpful!!!

You know that feeling....

A lump in your throught

panic in your eyes

cheeks red

words quietly spoken or danced or sang

and then...

A brilliant rose thrown to where you are standing

the peddles perfect

one slightly crumbled

those words come more clearly

the leap more graceful

that song more heart touching

those words full of confidence

pride

You know who you are

You can feel it

You know every step of the way

You did perfectly

That turkey, she could taste it in her mouth even before she had put it on her plate. The dining room smelled scrumptious with the aroma of Thanksgiving dinner. The whole table was filled with dishes of stuffing, cranberry sauce, green beans, and mash potatoes. But this story isn’t about a perfect thanksgiving. No oh no that is much too boring this is a story of murder despair and agony. It all started with that dinner the plate was filled and suddenly her mom got up.

“I saw something... outside,” She said quietly. They stared out the window. There were rumors going around that strange people were roaming the streets and several house alarms had gone off and people had gone missing. But with warm and full bellies on Thanksgiving, no one felt afraid.

“It’s nothing,” Her uncle reassured and they continued. After the mouth-watering dinner, they decided to go outside to walk.

“We have glow bands!” An aunt shouted, and soon everyone had glowing rings and were bundling up to go outside. She stood in the doorway, her cousin outside talking with her. It was so dark that she could only see her cousin’s light. Then suddenly she felt a strong wind, her eyes watered and looked down. When she looked back up she saw her cousin’s light but suddenly it just...went out, disappeared. Then a minute later she heard a faint scream.

“Mom! Mom!!” She called. Her mother, Jen, came running out.

“What? Where’s Kate?” She asked

“She...She just disappeared I just heard a scream, I think they took her!”

“Something’s out there I know it. Come inside we are going to hide.” She turned taking her mother’s hand and walked inside. Soon all the cousins Aunts and Uncles were inside and in the basement with anxious faces. Some people were asleep, but others were awake and attentive, then they heard heavy footsteps, uneven limping.

“Jen? ’You in there?” Said an unfamiliar voice.

“Yes, they all are, “She responded in a strange tone. Suddenly the basement door opened. and she saw a dozen men dressed in black. People screamed then screamed louder. They entered the basement.

“What are you going to do with us?” A cousin screamed. The room quieted.

“Why that is simple! You see our master,” he spoke the last word shakily with fear, “Well, he eats bones or as he prefers, flesh spoils too quickly. So we must use some people to feed him. And your mother here, She has kindly helped us over the past few months. Now everyone line up now! No doubt you will die after this, but let’s hope you die quickly, most don’t though. All right! We will let you choose. Your spine or your femur. Which one?” She tried to crawl away. There was a closet just 3 feet away. She slipped in and slowly closed the door. Suddenly there was a scream, blood-splattered, and a spine on the floor. Then the closet door opened.

“Hello, little girl! You trying to hide? Don’t worry you can go next.” And her life flashed before her.