Saturday, May 21, 2016

Why, aye? No, really, why?

So, like why, aye?
music driving waynes world headbanging rock out
It's a dig in.
It really wants some answers.
Remember teenage years?
Possibility. The world.
Seeking answers.
Raw, heightened ...
honest.
YA, aye?
Here's the out and coming.
The Safest LiesLois Lane: Double DownThe Hunt (The Cage #2)
Seneca Rebel Cover26198825.jpgHolding Up The Universe
See someone. Love someone --
for who they truly are.
See a story. Love a story --
for what it has to say.
Hold up the Universe. 
Show me what you got.

Too many.

I have,
too many books.
This my bedside.
These my shelves.
This my mind.
Image result for books coming out of your brain
Loads of books.
Loads of thoughts.
Loads of roads.
My TBR pile is stacked so high at the moment,
I need a bigger mountain of time
just to climb it. 
Yeah, time.
Never enough. 
You ever play tug of war?
I want to play it with time.
I want to win.
I want it to give it up,
give in.
But my eyes resist,
my mind grows foggy and
inevitably I lose that war.
"Sleep," it says.
"Tomorrow"
we do more. 



Friday, May 20, 2016

Once YA.

Once,
I thought possible.
Once,
I thought,
a hand to reach.
Once,
I thought hearts.
Once,
I thought I believed.
Once,
I thought
I saw what should be seen.
Once,
I thought
I saw.
Once.
I did.
Once (Eve, #2)Once Every Never (Never, #1)Once Dead, Twice Shy (Madison Avery, #1)Blink Once
Once Gone (a Riley Paige Mystery--Book #1)There Once Were StarsOnce Upon a KissOnce a Witch (Witch, #1)

Speak of me.

Speak of me,
as I am.
In truth.
In honesty.
Please.
As I am.
Speak of me.
Know me,
as I am.
See me 
as I am.
Understand that much,
of me,
as I am.
The loss of the ones you love.
Looking at the world through a viewfinder.
Trying to understand what you see-saw,
didn't.
SPEAK OF ME AS I AM.
Out Spring 2017 Philomel/Penguin Random House.

Crime and Intrigue.

There are all kinds
of crimes.
Not just the illegal kind.
When you look in your mirror
what crimes do you see?
The fixing kind? The live with kind?
The kind that get you looking at your feet?
Look at me.
In my eyes. Inside my heart.
The YA Crime.
Y. A.
Clues, tragedy, the intrigue and mystery,
loyal friends, sharp wits, pain, betrayal, revenge,
memories and history, infamy, identity.
The pace is electric. The pace is nought.
The risk in life. The risk in love.
The criminal masterminds.
Code (Virals, #3)The Night She DisappearedNever Have I Ever (The Lying Game, #2)
I Hunt Killers (Jasper Dent, #1)Heart-Shaped BruiseBetrayal (Empty Coffin, #2)
Now You See MeRiskSeconds Away (Mickey Bolitar, #2)
Mr. Kiss and Tell (Veronica Mars, #2)Every Move (Every, #3)

Thursday, May 19, 2016

Tainted. YA June.

Tainted in
misunderstanding?
Fix it up.
Straighten it out.
Remember, who you are.
Remember, how you are seen.
Use what was given to you.
Use what others believe. 
No ... use what is "real."
Magic + Real.
Our love. Our life. Our stories.
The June New YA Releases.
What Happens NowAnd I DarkenThe Long Game (The Fixer, #2)
The LeavingChange Places with MeNever Ever
Never Ever.
Where "real" meets fairy tale,
meets love at first sight.
No misunderstanding there.
Good luck.
Good faith. 
Good night. 

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

Some Kind of Happiness.

A girl who must save
a magical world
in order to save herself!
Some Kind of Happiness
Now ain't that what I've been saying all along!!!???
There you go,
SOME KIND OF 
HAPPINESS!

Monday, May 16, 2016

Sunday, May 15, 2016

Read This. Women. Men. The Children. Read This.

The spirit of us.
What it takes to squash who we are?
Take that spark away?
Is it our history?
The dogma of what we've grown with and under?
Is it at the hands of another?
The brutality and cruelty of someone's control?
An eagerness to take the soul?
At whose hands?
bird cages
Our cages.
Those we shut doors on to keep out what 
we don't understand, what we can not understand.
The doors shut in what we know,
what we without question have grown with,
and then the doors open to questions.
Read this.
http://electricliterature.com/the-homemade-abortion-a-caged-bird-a-quinceaneara-and-the-american-dream/
Look at the depiction in the photograph above.
Read this.
The rape of a body.
The rape of a soul.
We define one. We do not define the other.
Both together.
Both apart.
Read this.
A culture where rights and wrongs are absolute
pressed against our own upbringings steeped in ambiguity
where we ask the questions,
where we want the answers,
"Is there something missing in my moral fibre
that I could advocate the ending of a life?"
Once a question is asked,
others follow.
Is it wrong to want more, to seek more, to understand
and love more?
Where by our morals determine the "right" and "wrong" in that?
Who determines the "rights" of another?
Who determines yours?
Be careful there.
This is a lengthy discussion, one I would like to engage 
in at some depth with minds ready to explore
for there can never be just one answer.
The less, more, to uphold, to let go?
Does it make it any less worthy
that we as people take our own roads,
in what we can, how we can,
in and with minds that question and open
and want and learn
and, and, and ...
Read this.
The world is for understanding.
The people in it the same.
Do we need to swipe our brushes across the land and not take that time
to know?
That which is in it,
that which we hold sacred,
that which we wish to hold
and keep sacred.
Without dogma, without the preconceived,
what we believe, live and break from.
The mind of our own.
The layers of our decisions.
The stories told. 
Read this.
What we are.
Who we choose to be. 
What we can be.
Thank you "Electric."
http://electricliterature.com/the-homemade-abortion-a-caged-bird-a-quinceaneara-and-the-american-dream/


Saturday, May 14, 2016

Stargirl.

Stargirl.
She's weird.
I mean she does weird things, says weird things
like she actually means them.
She's kind of "out there" isn't she? 
She arrived one day as if dropped from the sky,
had guts to just let herself be seen.
Hearts on sleeves.
She was unknown territory.
There had to be something wrong.
Stargirl (Stargirl, #1)
They were wrong. 
There was nothing wrong.
She was just Stargirl, a girl who had a different view of the world.
A girl who believed in magic the world hid and found. 
A girl who believed people need that magic in their lives.
A girl who believed, believed, and believed, 
her view could exist unimpeded,
that by right why should it not as much as anything else?
She was wrong.
Some people don't understand magic.
Some see it as a threat.
They wanted to change her,
suggest she take on a more "normal" approach.
Conform to us, to our thoughts.
Be like everyone else.
Wear our skin. Wear our clothes.
Don't be you!
No. No. Don't!
Stargirl.
A beautiful story to lose yourself in
and find magic all over again.

"She was elusive. She was today.
She was tomorrow.
She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower,
the flitting shadow of an elf owl.
We did not know what to make of her.
In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard
like a butterfly, but the pin merely
went through and away she flew."



Friday, May 13, 2016

Hey YOU!!! ZOMBIE ATTACK!

Hey!
YOU!
Yeah, I'm talking to you.
So like, do you want to do this thing, or what?
Be in or out against the rot.
Or, are you relying on ...
The Courage of Others
You could potentially wait for the troupe of zombies,
as in flesh eating monsters that destroy brains and eyes,
and hearts and all your living parts.
Or you could find ...
What?
What would you find?
What picture would you complete?
Would you look into eyes and see straight  --
to heart,
to the good and bad truth,
the good and bad you?
If you could
would you?
Or, would it be that you would wish to
see the be in other things,
the less of what you would hope,
 to find,
to know,
to see?
Close the gap,
but make sure you close it "right,"
 securely shut tight,
to not let in,
or let out,
or place in the middle
what should not be a
dangerous, dangerous game
that wakes the zombies.
The courage of others?
The courage of me.
The courage that is mine.
See?

Yikes... ZOMBIES!!!
The Forest of Hands and Teeth (The Forest of Hands and Teeth, #1)Rot & Ruin (Rot & Ruin, #1)Ashes (Ashes Trilogy, #1)This is Not a Test (This is Not a Test #1)


Thursday, May 12, 2016

There is always that one. Show me.

There is always one
that believes in unshaken belief
beyond the intellect and heart of the average man, woman or beast.
There is always that one who has no fear
 for what makes the fearless
is too what builds strength.
There is always that one who
can walk up and face to face.
The rest
are mustard driven
chase.
An embarrassment in the liberty of life.
Image result for The power of one
I look forward to those that have no fear.
I look forward to those
who know what and how to conduct themselves
amongst the human race.
I look forward to those
who know how it is to feel,
to be,
to love,
to know.
Yes, to even make mistake,
and then to know the diabolical that does exist,
through all that they themselves have known and not known, seen and not seen,
and the fear they have inside them.
Fear of what?
Fear exists only as far as you allow it to exist.
Fear is not for those
who believe in their own spirits, in their own hearts,
in truth.
Fear is not for 
those who have heart.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower
Take the world and turn it around.
Turn it toward me.
I want to see
all that I've yet to see.
Show me something else.
Show me what it is to be
a part of something bigger than this little life,
this little square that makes other little squares elsewhere.
Show me what it is
to be a part of the human race.
Show me 
your hearts.
Take it as a dare.
For there is nothing more fearful is there
than to reveal yourself in such a way,
and there is nothing
that shows
more strength.
Power to be.
I thrust on thee.
Show it to me.
You, the people.
Show me.
For there is a limit in all things,
and the limit is n'ear.
Fear, my friend, is not everywhere.

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

That which speaks.

When you remember
who it is you are, what lives and breaths
and stands in your heart,
it becomes easier to find place,
to find voice,
to find yourself inside your own words.
I had a chat today
with a beautiful older greek man
and his wife.
You could see how this man would have attracted quite a bit
of attention in his day.
He had a beautiful face, but aside from that,
there was an ease in conversation where
you knew with very few words
they understood what you were saying,
the true and real essence of who you are.
It was refreshing.
I mean astoundingly refreshing.
I'll give you the sun
For so long, there had been half conversations,
half said's that stop
understanding, but also stop
people from being that which stands in the truth of who they are.
For a while, I thought the world
was turning on its axis and somehow taking me with it.
I was falling off the side,
believing that this was the "new" world,
when indeed it was not.
It was just a side I'd not seen.
I enjoyed talking to these people today.
I enjoyed being "seen."
I walked away with a sense
that there still existed
my world.
My truth in being.
That which stands in a heart.
I believed, and so too again.
The beginning of everything