2/23/13 - Houston VIP Writing Workshop

Prompt:

Write about the cliché you hate the most (without using pronouns)

Serving a sentence on charges now forgotten

Beauty still remains in the eye of the beholder

Imprisoned in solitary confinement with only a dilated pupil size window

To view the once defining, now freely roaming sights, sounds aromas, taste & feelings

Aesthetic treasures waiting to be discovered or lost

Left to chance by sight's judgmental eye

Visualize how much more outside would become beautiful

If determined with a different feature rather than the eyes

If 4 sense can become heighten in the absence of a solo sense is true

How do the remaining 4 survive when only a single preference is present?

Society seems to take every opportunity to optimize on the  optical

With daily delivered eye examinations

Placing subconscious corrective lens over in individual's eyes

Through television ads, billboards, magazines and web pages

All designed to skew the perception of even the most unbiased of minds

Guidance

Handed a needless moral compass
A map with plenty of locations but no destinations
And a backpack filled with exaggerated expectations - without any explanations
Children today are learning to function and survive
In a society that's hungrily waiting to eat them alive

At a time when proper preparation is at an all time minimum
Their actions, the media only displays the sin in them
Discipline no longer able to take root and grow inside of a child
Because parents' powers have become confused and compromised
Leaving child development as a targeted territory listed for demolition
How so

9-5's, sunsets to sunrise, double-shifts, triple-shifts, all stacked up with overtime
Quickly reducing 24-hours in each day
Just to make sure the bills stay caught up
Having mothers & fathers sacrificing their honor & respect
Just so long as their children can get more from life than how they were brought up
Not to forget a vanishing generation filled with pearls of wisdom & treasure-troves of truths hidden in plain sight
Only to be seen for their age and dismissed with ease
Because suddenly children stop listening to grandma & grandpa's words
Too blinded by the need for validation in education systems and papered degrees
And losing sight of the true definition of character

Still many choose to watch and wonder why our children aimless wonder everywhere they go
Now, our children are reaching critical points daily, all based off of lies & truths
And often left alone to decide on which side they choose
That's why I'll continue to grab & grasp for as many of their hands willing to reach out
And pray everyday that my grip will always remain just as tight
Before this society's appetite can be satisfied with another child's life

♥ Reesie

2/16/13 - Write Club (Short Story)

Prompt:

Take one historical event (personal, national, global, etc.) and rewrite the event in a way you would not want it to happen.

An evening of indoor camping begins to wind down for 3 sisters as they watch their marshmallow-thoughts of princesses and other Disney themes toasted on the televised fireside. Blankets and pillows spread across the carpeted terrain as the 3 prepared to star-gaze into slumber. At that same time their father begins to drift further away from sleep with a sudden urge for night fishing; a pastime he remembers filled with baited hooks and cast pick-up lines, where the mystery of each catch was only disclosed by the moonlight. His thoughts grew deeper with the night as he looked at his 3 daughters; his most prized catches from his last recent fishing episode and he wondered what his rod and lures could still allure and what other great catches remained to be caught by his cast. At this point he knew this current camp sight was inadequate for any kind of night fishing and he would not be satisfied until he found the perfect fishing sight for his daughters to share with him the new outcomes, parental structures and possible half-siblings that awaited the end of his fishing line.

That night a second set of eyes had also been keeping a monitoring eye over the 3 resting campers, their mother, who had been lying among them and noticed the shift in her fishing-piqued husband's attention. Although not knowing the exact cause for the shift, she offered the thought that he should take a stroll outside the campgrounds to help clear his head and release some of his restless energy. While offered innocently, the offer was received with animosity. Who was she to stop him from fishing? Now provoked and determined, the youngest daughter soon found herself rubbing her sleepy eyes in her father's arms with the other 2 girls' names being called to get ready for a night-fishing venture. Still dazed, the girls protested in childish whines, despite the slight temptation of the assumed ideal camping activity, night fishing.

Nevertheless, sparked interests were no match for the fatigue and fear each of the 3 had for leaving their mother alone. Their mother, who quickly sensed her daughters' discomforts, suggested that their father take tonight to sleep and reschedule the fishing trip when the girls were better prepared.

"No, the girls are coming with me," was his only protest.

Unfazed she answered, "Well tonight they will not be leaving my sight."

Just as she knew this man's hot temper, he also knew the stubbornness of the woman before him and the truth behind her words. He soon thought a rescheduled trip was not such a bad idea. In a brief moment of clarity, both parents saw the high-noon standoff they had just formed in front of a once again sleeping audience. Each released a small chuckle at the sight that just occurred as they all prepared for bed.

The 3 sisters soon found themselves greeted by the morning sun from their beds and discovered that everyone had returned home.

♥ Reesie

Passion

A spark of eye contact is all it takes
To ignite a growing flame
Into a fire so strong it leaves you speechless
Not because of a lack for words
They're just not needed

As you approach
Your hesitations melting away with every step
Because like a moth, nothing will stop you from being drawn in
You have to have her

But before you continue, be warned
Take heed if you choose to proceed
Because she's to have a reputation for greed
A greed that will leave you sleepless at nights
She'll use every ounce of your energy to fulfill her needs

Yet this weakened state is nothing compared, to what she gives in return;
Her hugs are able to nourish the most insatiable  hungers
Her kisses have the power to rejuvenate
Absorbing all exhaustion and transforming it back into renewable energy

Your interactions with her seem obsessive
Where your actions fall more into her possession
So bewitched, forgetting to even ask her name

She is Passion

♥ Reesie ♥

P.O.V. - Child

You tell him to be still, for just one minute
But he doesn't understand why he should waste even 60 seconds of his life, if not to live it (in motion)
That's why you'll catch him dancing, from parking lots to playgrounds, far & wide
And when there's no music around
He feels his own heart drumming out a contagious beat
Tickling his nerves with sensations
That forces him to move his feet
And every step suddenly becomes my life's choreography
And he wonders how you can still be standing still?

You call him nosy
Because to you his questions just seem excessive
But the way he sees it 
He's a genius trapped inside of his own mind
Filled with innovations, knowledge & potentials bubbling up within
Locked up tight, waiting to be freed
And the answers you provide him are his only keys
So why wouldn't you share them with him
And why did your own questions come to a stop?

You tell him to stop crying
Before you give him something to cry about
But his tears are the proof that he has already found it
They are the only things he has to fully express the overwhelming emotions he feels
But fails to express, because he just doesn't know the words for them yet
Whether caused by sadness, anger, fear or confusion
He always feels relief when he feels his eyes release these tears to fall freely down his cheeks
Because he silently understands that there's no healthy way to bottle it all up inside
So how is it that your eyes always stay so dry?

You often tell him "Don't" "Stop" & "No"
And call his actions disobedient & defiant
But all he hears are your attempts to give my life new limits
That's why his rebel actions are his last hope
That he might remind you that no one's a slave to old tradition & ways
That there's always freedom in making a choice to change

This entire he has come to know
At only the age of 5 years old
Yet you tell him, he still has so much growing up to do
But from the way he sees it...so do you

♥ Reesie ♥ 
Written: 6/18/12

First Steps

First steps seem to always be the most anticipated and soon forgotten, except for the few photos & videos that capture these cherished moments. Whether these steps are perfectly-timed or just awkward stumbles, one thing is certain, they are unavoidable.  

That said these first pieces create the perfect starting place for what is to come. These early writings reveal the amateur yet freeing release discovered just from picking up a pen. Discipline, dedication and sharpened skills are the ultimate purpose for this collection.

Although a little fun, entertainment & growth shared in the process wouldn't hurt either...

Enjoy!

♥ Reesie ♥

Sweet & Nice

Most have heard the nursery rhyme:

Sugar & spice - and everything nice

That’s what little girls are made of …right?

I admit I was guilty of being one the girls following along

Pretending my life to a children’s song

Check any of my yearbooks

Ask anyone about me, and I guarantee you'd find

My name and two simple adjectives

Following closely behind…

Sweet & Nice

I’d hear that and smile

Feeling like I had it all figured out –

I was so proud

Because…Sugar & Spice - and everything nice

That’s what little girls are made of…right?

Early in my years

I found it so easy

To perpetrate this image to my peers

If anyone I knew was feeling down

I was known for having a smile

& an encouraging word near

And other times when they just needed to vent

My shoulder was always cleared

Along w/ a listening ear

Yet, at that same time,

I also learned how to bury my own fears

(To mask over my face, to conceal my own tears)

And so on rolled the years

With me desperately searching for life's comfort

Through a single thought…                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

I am Sweet & Nice…

And…

Sugar & Spice - and everything nice

That’s what little girls are made of…right?

 Wrong

 This had to stop

I had to really take some time to and see

What was really being said by these words

I so easily let speak for me

 

So, let’s be honest

Sweet is most often used to talk about cookies, cakes & other dessert

Treats always good (only in the moment)

But as soon one too many bites are consumed

You're only left with a “sweet” regret

So if being a sweet person is no more equal than the description of a pastry 

Why did I ever enjoy being compared to something so flaky?

As for nice,

I went straight to the word’s very definition

Oxford had nothing but kind words to tell

But I guess that’s just his good nature

As for Webster, he was polite about it but in the end he was just too virtuous for me to understand

How could actions & behaviors

That should be our human nature

Ever get cheapen & diminished,

To such a weak 4-letter description?

Sugar & Spice – and everything nice

That’s all I’m made of…that can’t be right

I quickly learned the true strength of a heart when it’s left all alone

When life suddenly melts sugary walls and the spices aromas are all gone.

Once 2 words I thought complemented my every action

And always covered my faults with the perfect excuse

Were actually just 2 words that I used for a passively-aggressive ego boost

So now I’m done with using such meaningless words too describe my meaningful life

How about instead: Integrity & truths

Living my life to create new realities to show you,

That’s what I’m made of

♥ Reesie ♥
Written: 12/14/10

An Introuction

I am…
I am a love educator, taking my time and every ounce of being to perfect my lesson.

Reconstructing the destruction of the ill teachings of so many before me to return the beauty and divinity of a gift that God alone could only have structured in Heaven above.
So now it’s my turn to redefine and show what unconditional love really means, without all the fears and restraints. 
I’m taking this risk to love unreserved and have faith that all pains that may come on this journey are able to be healed by the original creator…
For I am just a humbled Love Educator

I am…
I am the truth reaper, taking on all forms of ignorance and lies, despite the shape or the size. 
I make victims of them all, leaving only two survivors, new truths and stupidity, in the path of my demise. 
 Ignorance is no longer an excuse when I make my presence known.  
 My target is set and I have no time for the fakers…

For I am a focused Truth Reaper 

I am…
I am the world changer, with an outcome set beyond your imagination.
I act out what others just wonder
I speak into being what others make plans for
I live a life that most only dream.
I make my choices with certainty and clarity that often gets dismissed as being too naive or pure over-simplicity.   
I know that change is inevitable and growth is a choice, and as I continue to reshape this world to my likings all I can do is rejoice…

For I am right now the World Changer

♥ Reesie ♥

Written: 12/1/09