Oh, 2019. You were complete, utter, festering trash. You seemed to last forever, and good god, did you leave like you came: stumbling through the door with a blood-curling scream.<\/p>\n
The last year started out well enough for me if I’m honest. In January, I got to visit my partner who lives in Arizona, and it was very nice to get to visit them for the first time. Also, in mid-April, they were able to come to my hometown to go to my prom, and we had a blast during it. However, I would call most of my experience with 2019… a hot mess. Just… a hot mess.<\/p>\n
I found that many times during 2019, I was succumbing to what I like to call “writer’s fatigue.” This is a condition that I find myself often succumbing to- where I get exhausted with a piece- and try as I may, I found that it was very difficult to overcome this sense of fatigue.<\/p>\n
And even though I found myself often battling this fatigue, I found that I was still able to create some fantastic works both for school and for my own projects as well. I want to show one of them here:<\/p>\n
Pandora<\/span><\/p>\n Pinned with the blame I was created with clay I was clothed in majesty, I did not have a desire My beauty was bestowed I did not choose to be created. “Pandora” was written as a part of a poetry collection I began to work on that I titled “Heavenly Vices,” and if I’m honest, it’s a collection that I am very proud of. I also created a collection of poems about cults and their leaders, like the following:<\/p>\n Gates of Heaven<\/span><\/p>\n Listen closely In Hale-Bopp\u2019s tail We\u2019ve communed together So fill your pockets \u201cOur God will now Heaven will be Our shoes are tied, So count your blessings “Gates of Heaven” and others in that collection are the ones that I am the proudest of. Because of this, I am hoping that I can continue to make works like this in the upcoming year. Thankfully, it appears that my writing fatigue is finally starting to fade away, and I am finding more and more that I am able to focus on projects and stay on task. It is my hope that this year, things will get better. I want to improve as a person just as much as I want to improve as a writer. And my ultimate goal is to end this new year better than I started it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Oh, 2019. You were complete, utter, festering trash. You seemed to last forever, and good god, did you leave like you came: stumbling through the door with a blood-curling scream. The last year started out well enough for me if I’m honest. In January, I got to visit my partner who lives in Arizona, and … Continue reading “2019…. hooo boy.”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":38,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7827"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/38"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7827"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7827\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7841,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7827\/revisions\/7841"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7827"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7827"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.msabrookhaven.org\/literary\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7827"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n<\/span>of releasing all that is evil;
\n<\/span>my beauty was created
\n<\/span>to bring destruction to mankind.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>like every other man,
\n<\/span>but life was breathed into me
\n<\/span>by the winds of the earth.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>given a heart of lust,
\n<\/span>a mind of lies,
\n<\/span>and given the name \u201cAll Gifted\u201d<\/p>\n
\n<\/span>to be brought into this world-
\n<\/span>my creation was a punishment
\n<\/span>to those who dared to trick a god.<\/p>\n
\n<\/span>upon my body
\n<\/span>to hide the very venom
\n<\/span>that one could see in my eyes.<\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span>I did not choose to unleash evil.
\n<\/span>I did not choose to be hated by men.
\n<\/span>I did not get the chance to choose.<\/span><\/p>\n
\noh children of mine,
\nso I may show you
\nGod\u2019s newest sign.<\/p>\n
\nHeaven\u2019s ship rides;
\nnow it is time
\nto say our goodbyes.<\/p>\n
\nfor years and years-
\nwe\u2019ve shared our dreams,
\nour secrets, and fears.<\/p>\n
\nwith quarters and pennies,
\ncover your heads,
\nand repeat after me:<\/p>\n
\ntake us away-
\nwe\u2019ve been preparing
\nfor this day.<\/p>\n
\na sight to see;
\nwe\u2019ll see again
\nour savior, Ti.<\/p>\n
\nand still we lie.
\nPrepare yourself-
\ndo not cry.<\/p>\n
\nand swallow your pride.
\nTo Heaven\u2019s Gate
\nwe now will fly.\u201d<\/p>\n