#poeticallymouse

hey, everyone!

okay, okay… sooooo… i know it has been a *very long time* since i’ve posted a poem, but i have been *extremely busy* with my personal life and college academics, so i have decided to put a hold on my poems until i go back home for my spring break.

another thing: i have started making a poetry book with all of my poems, as it has been my legit *dream* to make book ever since i was in elementary school (in fifth grade). it has been nine years since then. think about it: nine years. i am currently in my second year as a freshman in college. this book has been procrastinated and thought about for that long.

anyway, i just have a teeny tiny piece of my book done, which means i have thousands and thousands of poems to write. this may take a couple months and/or years, but once it’s done, i will *for sure* put an official and approved announcement out on here, letting you know that it is available to purchase. hopefully, it won’t take too long, but processing a book demands time that i don’t always have on hand. therefore, it may take years.

until then, i have another account for my music recommendations, which is @musicallymouse

that is where i post my utmost favorite and *highly* recommended songs, based off of my taste. i haven’t posted for a while, but i intend to get a post scheduled for tomorrow.

welp. i better sign off now. have a great day and night, everyone!

xoxo,

“as soon as we left the ground, i knew i, myself, had to fly.”

freedom isn’t everywhere.

sometimes, it’s a nightmare.

we can take pride in what we do.

sometimes, we can see it straight through.

here’s one situation:

we are all one nation.

this means that we are not war.

hey, everyone!

i know that it has been a bit *too long* since i have posted a poem, so my dearest apologies on that. my fourth semester as a freshman college student has been easy-going, but my gaming habits have not.

this past weekend has been a tad bit rough, unfortunately. i might be getting my video game addiction back, which is a huge problem for me. therefore, i have decided to take today and turn it into a time to detox from all of my electronics and just focus on taking care of myself. this means that the poem, my quote of the day, and this interlude are all scheduled to be posted today.

just like the poem says, my hands definitely are almost always cracked and split open, which hurt *so* bad, so putting on lotion will be a big thing for me today.

anyway, that was my little interlude for today. i really don’t have much to say you all except to *please* take good care of yourselves. it is *crucially* important, especially during this time of the year! :)

xoxo,

“i always give myself sundays as a spiritual base of renewal—a day when i do absolutely nothing. i sit in my jammies or take a walk, and i allow myself time to BE—capital B-E—with myself.”

every time i expose myself to the cold air.

my hands… painfully numb… they are no longer there.

they are cracked open and are bleeding a bright red.

it keeps spreading, like food dye on a piece of bread.

they are painful when i arrive back at my dorm.

all of a sudden, the tingly feelings swarm.

i put lotion on and it stung like fucking hell.

at least i have the good stuff, which has a sweet smell.

within minutes, my dry hands come back to haunt me.

the blood brings back its revenge to where i can see.

my mom thinks i have some condition or syndrome…

“look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”

the cold wind blows my hair all around.

the birds tweet and make beautiful sounds.

the air is cold, my nose is frozen.

my heart for nature is still open.

my eyes go to a deer in the woods.

she comes closer, leaning on my hood.

i reached out to pet her and she stayed.

she had been hurt, so she needed aid.

she was a tired, cold baby deer.

who took a chance on me with no fear.

i reached into my bag for some food.

she saw my biscuit, and she was glued.

she let me pet her while she ate.

this happened for twenty-six days straight.

“i made best friends with a deer!” i’ll say.

people will look at me and won’t stay.

they won’t stay for my sweet, heartfelt photo.