Safe and Sound

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Worry not, for you are safe.
Stay in place and stuff your face.
There's only entrances, no exits in sight.
You paid your way here, so please be quiet and enjoy.
All is handed to you, so don't complain.
Just ask for more.
Keep on consuming all that' laid out.
Worry not what's outside the hotel.
You are deserving of this luxury.
Idle around like you've been doing before.
Let all the pretty objects catch your eyes,
Be amused and entranced
It's for your own good.
This is the reality you paid for.
So please, relax.

Savor Your Rooms

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A large and lush bed,
Elegance surrounds you.
Everything is at your fingertips
Nothing is out of reach
You need not leave your bed.
One of the many beautiful and silent clones
will get you whatever you want.
It's possible to request the rooms to fit your
specific taste.
Whatever you want, whatever you need
can be delivered to you.
Become sluggish and drift into a sweet daze.
Into a trance, wander from room to room.
Get caught up in the numerous rooms and linger.
This hotel mind's not your idleness,
Stay within your rooms, lost in these thousands
of rooms.
Be comfortable,
Savor these moments,
seconds,
minutes,
hours,
days,
weeks,
months,
years,
decades,
Lifetime.
Nothing matters but you and your rooms.
Thus you'll be left to fiddle about.
Please enjoy.

Sinful Cuisine

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Watch as master chefs provide a feast for you.
Fresh food laid out before your eyes.
Glowing from the heat of the dishes.
Seductive aroma dances within your nose.
Causing the saliva in your mouth to brim against your closed lips.
Wanting to moisten the food to make it slither down your throat easier.
Don't wait, take a bite.
Shivering, you cut into the flesh of the food.
The delicate perfume strengthens from the caress.
Juices slip down as the piece of food enters your mouth.
With the first bite ending too quickly,
A second must follow.
An another; is that drool dripping from your chin?
An another; loosening your bottom clothing.
An another; your top is too tight.
An another; the chair groans but doesn't break.
An another; you haven't made a dent in the feast before you.
An another; worry not there's more to come.

Pride with a Y.

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Everything going on in the hotel is known and controlled by me.
Disturbances, unplanned interruptions, or unscheduled events don't happen.
Anything that should happen, will.
Anything that shouldn't, won't.
Have no fear, I'm in control.
Forget everything, and let me handle it.
Be pleased and have whatever you want.
Relax in your room and be taken care of.
Consume masterly made cuisine,
Beautifully sung live performances,
Attractive escorts,
And lovely spas, pools, salons, game rooms
With whatever else you crave.
There's no such thing as "no" or "unable to provide" here.
You have my word, you don't need to leave.
I swear all that there is, is here for you.
Thanks to I, Pride with a y.

The Beast Hotel on 616

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Welcome new guest to, The Beast Hotel.
I'm the owner, Pride with a y.
Anything you want, need, and desire is here.
Once here you'll only want to stay,
as nowhere else shall ever be able to reach
The Beast Hotel's standard.
Relax, enjoy, ask for anything.
You've already paid the cost.
This is exclusive and only certain people can remain.
All in this hotel will be able to make anything,
happen for you.
For you're special.
Everything will be done to keep you here.
Forget any stresses, worries, and the biggest offenders-
annoyances.
We'll keep you happy.
Everything is taken care of,
So...
You won't be leaving.

The Beast Hotel Miniseries

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The Beast Hotel Miniseries is going to be composed of different poems that all relate to each other. Each poem is about a different feature in the hotel as guests enjoy their stay there. There are a few staple characters that have poems about them but the main focus is the guests. Whether you as the reader insert yourself in the experience or a vague faceless person, I hope I manage to get you to immerse yourself in the poems.

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The Miracle of being able to make "Living Day By Day: A Collection of Poems"

Back when I was in high school I attempted to publish a poetry book but I wasn't ready. There were a few poems that stood out, but the rest were weak. At least to me, I was not at the level of skill I wanted to be when I became an author. That's why back in 2015, I started a blog. I wanted to commit to bettering my skills as a writer. It was tough and I had to constantly push myself to keep posting on it with my writings. I must keep going and spend time writing. The hardest bit of having a blog is that I didn't have the resources to spend time writing.

I had to accept that my progress in writing will be slower than if I could spend more time doing what I love. I also had to move around when I update my blog because of college and everyday life stuff. It wasn't easy getting this book done. I hadn't been able to plan it out in one sitting or learned marketing, pricing, and how many pieces I needed to make a poetry book.  There are books and classes on these subject but without the money to acquire these resources, I can't use. It was a struggle and I'm fully happy with how my first attempt at publishing gone. I'm proud of the final product but I wished I was able to make the process go perfectly. The title wasn't even thought out until late in the writing process because I put most of my focus on writing poetry.

As I've grown as a writer, I have needed to do research and putting aside time to develop characters, places, as well as outlining the story. This is why I started a Patreon. It is a way to have a source of income to support myself. To get involved with other writers, take classes, and create other books I need money.  It took me longer than I wanted to make this poem book real. If I had more patrons on Patreon, I would have been able to dedicate more time and energy to my book. On top of wanting to create another poetry book, I want to publish a book full of short stories. But I haven't been able to move forward with creating my short storybook because I don't have the funds to do so. That's why I'm asking if you can please become a $1 Patreon patron. Doing so will allow me to have a means of supporting myself and becoming a better writer. It will also mean more written work for my blog.

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In the Early 2000s, I Played with Bratz and was Always Looking for Sasha

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Back in the early 2000s, the dolls Bratz was the biggest doll toy at the time. Bratz was big enough to temporarily threaten Barbie dolls. The four original Bratz dolls were Cloe, Jade, Yasmin, and Sasha. Cloe at the time was the blonde hair sweet girl who can be a bit dramatic. Jade was the trendy fashion focus Asian American girl. Yasmin was the sensitive Latina who aspired to be a writer. While Sasha was the fierce dancer and music focus African American girl. All four "have a passion for fashion" and wore the hottest trends of the early 2000s. Being the hot new toys on the market, I wanted to have my own Bratz doll. Sasha was the most, if not only, popular African American doll that was commercially available. My hopes as a little girl were to be the cool African American teenager that Sasha represented.

Sidenote, I don't think what type of Asian American Jade was supposed to represent was ever mentioned by the Bratz brand. Outside of my guess of Jade being East Asian, I don't have a clue what type of Asian American she is.

Naturally, when going to a store that sold Bratz dolls I was looking for the doll that looked like me. I was patient and waited until my family and I reached the toy section to look through all the dolls to find Sasha. At first, all of the original Bratz were on display. I saw Sasha and knew she was perfect. When Christmas came around I got my first Bratz doll and of course, she was Sasha. The next time I went to a store selling Bratz dolls, Sasha was no longer as visible as the other three Bratz. Then I had to look behind the other Bratz dolls to see a single Sasha doll. Every time I was looking at the new version of the Bratz dolls, I had to push aside the other three in order to see Sasha. There were multiple times when Sasha was behind several versions of Cloe, Jade, and Yasmin. The times when Sasha wasn't even present with the other three Bratz were the most disappointing. There were literally different versions of the original four, like the Bratz pirates, which didn't even included a pirate Sasha. I got the Yasmin pirate doll which was fine because Yasmin was my second favorite but a pirate Sasha doll would have made me extremely happy.

Sidenote, Pirates of the Caribean the Curse of the Black Pearl came out during the hight of Bratz and that movie caused me to love pirates so having a pirate Sasha would have really made my day. But there wasn't a pirate Sasha. There were other new and different versions of Bratz dolls which would often replace Sasha with whatever new Bratz doll the brand was introducing to buyers. Yasmin and Jade would get which out too with a new or different Bratz doll but not as frequently as Sasha. Bratz babies, which is the original four Bratz as babies usually had all four visible. This is fine if you wanted to play with the babies Bratz, however, the babies version didn't interest me.

Bratz had a cartoon movie where the dolls looked like the drawn version of themselves which had Sasha suspiciously lighter than her real doll counterpart. The movie Bratz Rock Angels were the Bratz became rock stars along with all other madness that went on during the movie. Kid movies using CGI characters were just starting to become the norm replacing drawn cartoon movies. The Bratz brand even sold the soundtrack of the movie. That music was played on looped during those days at my daycare. Nearly every kid there knew the words to the songs because we played the album so much. It was really fun and of course after such a smash hit more Bratz movies were going to follow. Bratz Rock Angels even got the Bratz dolls a CGI cartoon show which continued with the aftermath of the movie. Naturally, I watched the show too because I liked the movie and the dolls. But as I got older, Bratz dolls became less important to me as I grew out of playing with dolls. Even though I stopped playing with dolls, the Bratz dolls still are a fond memory of mine.

There is however one constant problem I have with not only Bratz dolls but Ever After High dolls and Moster High dolls which suffer the same problem. That problem is that a Black character like Clawdeen Wolf from the Monster High doll line and Cedar Wood from the Ever After High doll line lack any sort of love interest. My problem isn't that these characters need to be in a relationship. My problem is that the other main dolls have a boyfriend, crush, or someone crushing on them. Similarly to Sasha, Clawdeen and Cedar are staple characters in their perspective doll lines. Unlike their friends, no one was interested in them romantically nor were they interested in someone. As new dolls got added to the different lines, as far as I know, none of the Black doll characters have a romantic partner, crush, or another character interested in them romantically. This is damaging because a young Black girl will unconsciously believe, as well as any other child, that Black females are undesirable. I'm aware that there are other female characters outside of the Black ones who don't have a love interest but this affects Black female characters more often. They are deprived of any type of romance. None of them have a crush on another character, none of them is another character's crush, and none of them have a romantic love interest. That concludes in the minds of any child that plays with any of these dolls, is that Black females are not to be seen in a romantic light. That Black females do not possess romantic feelings for others. Or that Black females are not someone who wants to be in a romantic relationship. This doesn't just happen in these dolls lines either but in television, books, and movies. This greatly affects little Black girls and how they see themselves, and I should know as it affected me.

Empty Night

Empty night,

I’m all alone tonight.

That man gave me a promise,

An empty promise.

He was lonely,

I was lonely,

So he said, “Let us be lonely together.”

Be mine for this night,

Tonight.

He was lonely,

I was lonely,

So he said, “Let us be lonely together.”

Empty promise,

Empty bottles,

Empty night, tonight.

He gave me a promise,

For us to be lonely together.

An empty night,

Filled with a lonely man and woman.

That man gave me a promise,

An empty promise.

He said, “Let us be lonely together.”

Empty promise,

Empty bottles,

Empty night, together.

By daybreak

He is gone,

I am gone,

Feeling empty.

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Adults When I Was A Child Vs Adults When I've Became One Myself

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When I was small the adults that I love seemed like giants that held untold truths about the world. The experiences they had before I was born were like fairy tales from storybooks and lifetime opportunities that I could have only hoped to accomplish when I grew up myself. What daring heroes and heroines my beloved adults were in their legends. How awe-inspiring those tales were. My beloved adults were perfect and knew more than my young mind could handle. That time of my childhood all those bigger than me were perfect.

How perfect you seemed when I was young.
The world spun in the direction you told it to.
Adventures of a time I wasn't around to experience
as well as the people I've never met filled my heart with
endless curiosity.
Then I got older,
Perfection didn't mimic the adults in my life features.
Growing up didn't just erase the monsters,
fears, anxieties, and childish dreams.
Getting older turned the world into a more
twisted, cruel, and unjust reality.
But it wasn't that the world just one day
turned into something my young mind won't
recognize, it was like that all my life.
Like how my beloved adults were humans,
not heroes and heroines of lore.

Since I've been recovering from the earthquake that was my grandfather's passing, the reality of my loved one's mortality has been straining my mind. With the reawakening of the knowledge of mortality the acceptance of being human flaws and all have taken first place in my mind. That those who have watched me grow up have unappealing personality traits. The heroes and heroines are not always right when we disagree. That I myself have not known the full story of the myth of the deceased members of family and friends. Despite the flaws appearing on the image of once flawless heroes and heroines, I have not come to love those adults less. I realize that one day I too will be a heroine that is a human.

Distant Tremors

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Earlier this year an earthquake happened.

It was either during the late night or sunless morning.

The shaking of the earth woke me from slumber.

Only my mother telling me everything was okay,

Had my panic-driven mind go silent.

                                                                                                        

After the event,

I felt that everything around me shaking.

My paranoid mind keeps feeling the earth vibrate.

Nothing happens time after time.

Panic still grips me tight as I wait for another earthquake.

Whether my mind is straining to sleep longer

Or wide awake during the day,

Tremors of an earthquake keep haunting my mind.

It wasn't long when I felt these tremors within myself.

The tremors match my grandpa's declining health.

In and out of the hospital,

Multiple organs failing,

Too tired to keep going on.

The earthquake is approaching faster than I'm ready.

Tremors nearly daily.

Unexpected crying and random sadness.

Hardly a day goes by without anxiety strangling my heart.

Only God knows what will happen to grandpa.

Too late to be the previous day too early to be the next day.

Grandpa has passed away.

Mama and grandma went to see him,

I didn't have the strength to say good-bye.

All of my grandpas are gone.

The fading tremors off in the distance have left me devastated.

In memory of Dennis Swain Aug. 21, 1953- Oct. 1, 2018

Songbird

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Flying through the forest,

Cold morning winds whipping past the trees.
Rising from a deep sleep,
Forest animals wake up.
Sunlight creates harsh shadows chasing after the fading night.

Stirring up from a deep slumber,
Ruffling away sleep.
Tiredness draining from bright eyes,
Optimism conquers her face.
Stretching stiff muscles it's time to get up.

Soaring between the trees Songbird can't help to sing.
Bliss is clearly showing on her face,
It makes the sun feel warmer.
The morning air is gentle on Songbird's feathers.
Flying near tree branches a dangerous but exciting act.

Curving around the branches the wind and Songbird fly faster.
Someone is trying to catch her,
Songbird, fly faster or you may reach heaven instantly.
The morning breeze can help,
Fly above the trees.

The one pursuing is rapidly catching up.
Soar with the wind Songbird avoid the one tailing you.
They are persistent there's no time to brake or slow down.
Heaven's light may greet you soon, Songbird.
Pray not to see it now as you're flying.

Other forest animals are too busy with their own concerns,
Songbird is on her own.
If Songbird becomes one with the wind,
She will escape her fate.
This seems like an option for Songbird.

The pursuer is on top of her,
Fly faster Songbird, faster Songbird, go faster Songbird.
You can not give up now.
The stalker is near you and is going to strike.
They strike and Songbird descends from the sky.

Plummeting to the ground Songbird breaks the branches as she falls.
A somber look takes over her face as she views the sky getting farther away.
The pursuer is only watching Songbird's descent from her flight.
None of the other animals rescue Songbird as she falls.
Tears swell up in Songbird's eyes as she gets closer to the ground.

Crashing onto the dew-covered grass Songbird's wings fracture.
The colorful feathers are spread out like angel wings.
Songbird's dark skin contrasts with the crimson blood bleeding from her wounds.
Braided black hair tangles with the wildflowers on the forest floor.
Her breast surges up and down as she sucks in great breaths of air.

Looking from where she has fallen,
Tears spill on the side of her face dampening the edges of her hair.
Songbird may never fly again because of her pursuer.
Going to heaven may have been the better choice.
Songbird cannot help but sob for what has happened to her.

Laying on the forest floor surrounded by blood and hair tangled wildflowers,
Songbird's broken wings stretch out beside her.
Her brown body is cover in bruises that will take a long time to heal.
An unending stream of tears flows from her as she slowly breaths.
What a terrible and beautiful sight Songbird makes.

The cool morning air has passed and the hot sun hangs directly above the forest.
The other animals leave Songbird alone in her broken state of being, even her stalker leaves.
The afternoon sun burns brightly but Songbird watches the vivid blue sky.
Songbird is unable to move and watches the sky desperately wanting to be a part of it.
Heaven may have been a better choice for Songbird but it is too late now.