My Words

Dreams of fairy tale endings and story book boys led her to believe love can be a child’s toy. Growing up fearless thinking a man would complete her, not knowing most came to overpower and defeat her. The child’s dreams faded like the honeymoon phase but remained a glimmer of hope that love would see better days. Bold and daring she stayed to be true to her heart. Little did it pay forward; over time it’s broken apart. Held together with little optimism and dwindling hope, she throws it on her sleeve, not knowing how else to cope. But soon enough sleepless nights turn to speechless days. This adventure has made her confident in a new kind of way. Cold sweats became blushed cheeks from compliments she adores. He speaks with charisma and charm like she hasn’t heard before. Her fear of the future turned to excitement for what’s ahead. She’s decided to persevere with love and not give up instead. 

Hey readers!! Talk about a well needed break...I'm sure most of you know what it's like to have severe readers block. I think what's happening here is a case of  the ol' overthinking syndrome. I've been juggling this idea in my mind with about five other plot lines. This story has been haunting me well before I actually sat down to start writing it. I've been planning it for quite some time but haven't really come up with how it's going to end. The idea actually stems from my experience studying abroad. I was in Florence and a lot of people from my school studied there too. What I learned shortly after being there is that just north of Florence there's a U.S. military base and whenever there was a long weekend, Florence would be swarmed with military men. I became good friends with this one guy that had been in the army since he was old enough to join. I learned about his past and how it was quite different than mine. I had never really met man

July 31, 2017          I got off the plane in Miami with absolutely no word from my mom since the phone call she gave me 4 days ago. The two flights back were almost as painful as these next couple of days will be. In no way am I expecting anyone to be at baggage claim when I get there; this way it’s eases the blow when it’s actually true. I walk through the airport, a place I’ve grown to hate. Airports are filled with happy families traveling to Mexico, stern business pricks traveling across the country just for a damn meeting, and then sorry loner like me. Everyone with their own shit, just trying to make it from point A to point B in one piece. I don’t know everyone knowing my shit either, that’s I don’t wear my uniform when I travel. Yeah, a lot of stuck up dicks do because they think it gets them girls. If that’s the girl you want, then go right ahead. Don’t come up and thank me for my service, I haven’t done a god damn thing.           My bag comes around the luggage car

July 27, 2017             The first time I hear from my mom in years, she tells me that Eric is dead. I don’t care that she’s neglected me for the better half of my young adult life and I don’t care that this is the only reason she’s reached out to me. All I care about is my now deceased brother. She was extremely vague on the phone and didn’t give me any information other than that it was no one’s fault but his own. All of the questions that follow the death of a seemingly happy 26-year-old flood my mind. Eric didn’t seem unhappy at all, at least when he talked to me he didn’t…when he talked to me.             The army has to give me emergency leave so I can go home for the service. Home is a loose term at this point. I feel as though the majority of my teenage years have been spent moving from place to place because that seemed to be the answer to all of my family’s problems; running away. My family is a broken unit. My biological father beat my mom when Eric and I were litt

Hello readers! For the next couple months or so, I'm going to be switching up the blog a bit. Instead of the usual poetry I throw up on here, I'm going to start posting chapter's of my book that tells Sam's story. Each week I'll put up a new chapter and you can find the updates on my Pinterest board. There's a specific pin (link below) where you can follow along and find the direct link to the posts! https://www.pinterest.com/gdamics53/my-words-poetry-blog/ So a little background on the story...I've been conceptualizing this story for quite some time and have been having trouble actually putting it into words. It's semi based on a true story and semi based on what I've come up with in my head. I think that by committing to post a chapter on a weekly basis, it will keep me actively writing, while also breaking up the length of the story. (This is more for me...oops) While not giving away too much, Sam is a kid in his 20's that was force

When you think about it, life is a lot like Instagram Notification: Sarah shared a new picture! Caption: Dream as if you’ll live forever Inspiring words… But really, Instagram is a lot like life Follow the people you like, unfollow the ones you don’t, block the creepy guys that would shout from across the street, “Hey baby lemme see that sepia toned ass.” We rely on an app that we open for validation but leave from with deflation You scroll through pictures of empty faces and pleading eyes Sorority sisters smile about slimming waistlines Frat bro’s fraternize with their ability to feel invincible The lonely kid from high school posts another landscape because he doesn’t feel he’s good enough to be on the other side of the lens That girl you never really talk to posts a picture of a tree by the quarry because you know she’s fallen into a pit and needs help but you’ll be damned if that’s your problem…you just like it and keep scrolling. The