Not Afraid to be Real (a poetry collection) By Maranda Russell

Today I read an astonishing book of poetry. As I read Maranda Russell’s poetry her words became an inspirational melody in my mind. Her words inspire, motivate, and captures your heart, mind, and soul. Her poetry is appropriate for young adults and it will also inspire the mature audience. Eat off her table of poetry,… [Continue Reading]

Ingrid Jennings’ Autobiography

Young, free, and full of mischief. Tall, plump, full of sweet nectar, outgoing, energetic, eccentric some might say. Call me what you may, just call me a lioness. I work very hard, I party very light, I hunt for my family, I protect them with ease. I educated my mind with Biology and Chemistry, from… [Continue Reading]

Dancing Souls

Flowing rivers, glowing moons, romances the souls, of people who have passed. Passed by the glowing light, the floating whispers, the steaming scent of death’s breathe. Never to fear the passage of truth. Rejoicing souls dancing in the light. Reminsceing on sweet memories, while bathing in the flowing rivers. Shining under the glowing moons. Sweet… [Continue Reading]

Resting Sun

Darkness strikes at moonlight’s pace. Night seizes day and leaves us in dismay. Clouds of darkness, the suns’ at rest. Sleeping children, dreams of sweetness. Demons stirring, loving the night. Oh’ what a sight, when night steals the day.

Battlefield of the Mind

Powerful thoughts of a wise man wages war with my every thought. The battle of logical saneness vs. enlightened creativity insaneness rushes though my being. My cerebrum becomes the battlefield, my pineal gland fertilizes the feud. Creativity surges mystical forces, they tackle my cerebellum. Wiggly legs, vertigo, weakness enters my frame. My body shuts down…. [Continue Reading]

Have Mercy

The rain on my soul beats at my flesh.  The torment in my heart feast on my organs.  Lingering dreams crowding my presence, I see no tomorrow, have mercy on my soul.  Show me a better way to move though the dungeons of festering memories and decaying thoughts.  Where is joy?  Where is peace?  Ease… [Continue Reading]

Jesus Arms

Dedicated to Sharon Tudela Jesus Arms Today is the day, I begin a new journey.  I plan to reach the stars.  I plan to touch the sky.  Today is the day, I soar from the past.  I leave all past failures and tears behind.  Looking toward, what’s ahead, no pain, no torment, no demons to… [Continue Reading]

Nightmares (Book Preview)

  Video/Audion Version of Nightmares from the book Slopjar By Ingrid Jennings

Sorrow (taken from the book Slopjar)

Who knew my heart would ache like this,  who knew the pain I carried, beaten on my back by whips of steel,  I lie broken, crushed, dismembered by the lies of betrayal.   Lord help me now,  I’m a bruised woman tortured by withered dreams and faulty words.   I sit amongst demons and bitter souls,  I… [Continue Reading]

Roses, Violets, and Dreams

My roses are withered, my violets are too, so are my dreams, so what do I do?   Do I water them with grace, and pot them with pride, or do I burn them to the ground,  and begin a new garden?  I say burn them, burn them to the ground,  begin a new garden, where… [Continue Reading]

Love

Blinded by the curtains of love, entangled in the string of a heart, bewitched by strong concoctions of feelings, I wish I would have stopped to think of all the consequences love always brings.  It makes you smile, it makes you frown, it makes you mad, it makes you glad, it makes you sad.  It… [Continue Reading]