the world & words of a new york city writer

gretchen is a writer in new york city

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nicki. the crying game.

In between about being on about moving, I’ve had a sad feeling in me about someone I used to know.

I’ve mentioned before how I love Nicki. After packing all of my belongings into the back of an Isuzu earlier, I had the first chance to hear her new album.

My favorite track: The crying game.

Nicki Minaj – The Crying Game (Music Video) from RiRi_Fan_93 on Vimeo.

We’re back to playing. The crying game.
We could have been everything, don’t wanna let the tears begin.
We’re back to playing. The crying game.

my air walking un-christmas

Namaste blog tribe

IMG_6986 IMG_6987The news I was waiting for came through and for the past 48-hours I’ve been cloud walking, hyperventilating and beaming – all at once.

I’M GOING TO LOVE ANIMALS ON A FARM, KEEP THE PROPERTY BEAUTIFUL AND TEND TO LOVERS SWAPPING SUMMER VOWS! All the while I will be write Write WRITING and re-connecting with ourSelf… with future potential of helping others do the same.

There are no words to express the waterfall of emotions in me at the moment. For one, I’m in a bloody panic because I have to pull a car out of thin air over the next five days. But on the other hand, I’m still adjusting to what’s literally going down. Continue reading

like you see him twirl… try me.

Then he drop.

I have been feeling Continue reading

creative. process.

IMG_6079I read something earlier today about a fellow other’s “creative process”. While I appreciate the art this human produces, I couldn’t help but get stuck on “creative process”. To me, that sounds like a chore.

The context it was used in, was something along the lines of, “Thank God I don’t have to work a 9-5 because it would hinder my ‘creative process’.”

To me, “creative process” sounds like a laborious task. It makes me really glad I don’t have one. Understanding my soul’s interconnectivity to this mad land of Earth, clearly there is a tappable creativity within that, the same as there is a technical nature I can access and many other components that create how my tiny reflection shines the single source that, I believe, creates all of us.

Working never hinders my writing, nothing does – really. I think I experience ups and downs like everyone else, but I don’t feel like any sort of task I perform could ever impact my artistic nature to an extent where I would stop using written word as an outlet to process the world around me. Continue reading

and another one bite[’]s the dust

then another one bite[’]s the dust

i love getting
jaggedly. shoved
to a reminder that i
have this body shaping
to form. i only hope. you have

not bothered to believe forever.

i forgo(e)t. time
before we arrived,
i stood up. this t(w)(o)o.
counting became how days
went by without participate. require.

what if there was only one possible?

when? the call. dis-
ruptures. we stay moving
in a cement government. mold.
again. i refroze, literally. stopped.
lies fell like water. falls. and i was all

ready. to drown because we never felt?

the scar. of your name is risen
on layers. of skin i left. long. ago.

 

i’ve got THICK SKIN, and an ELASTIC HEART. but your(‘re) blade, it might be TOO SHARP.

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