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In order to never grow up, you must be undead.
You are a dedicated survivor. Join me in this lovely journey of self-discovery, reclaimation of childhood innocence, and general nerdy behavior by following me.
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What if Peter Pan was black? Black kids can't go to Neverland? What if Peter isn't the star of this story? In this retelling of an old classic, my "Wendy" runs the show. It's like Disney but with a lot more darkness and a lot more girl power. It's...Neverland by Maple Summers.
Do you see shadows in the daylight? If not, let this poetry collection take you to a new place where dreams are not dreams and nightmares are the beginning of all things fantastical.
Not only ghouls and goblins can scare you. Fear can take the shape of your favorite uncle or your father. Horror can happen in the daylight.
This is what Nightmares, Night Scares, Daydreams will show you.
Maple Summers’ second poetry collection will bend your way of thought with its new usage of familiar words. She will bring you to a different realm of a new reality, a place of hopes and dreams and fantastic failure. She explores more familial relations, while also talking about romantic relationships in a new way. She speaks on friendship, fear, retribution, loss, bitterness, and emotional decay. Shedding light on controversial issues and her place as an African-American minority in a white society, Summers also delves into the darkness without fear that you will see the darkness inside of her. She wishes to share that with you in a way that will bind you together. She will show you the fear of living and the fear of death and also explore self-reflection and the meaning of self-confidence. Wishing to challenge you to think of words in a new way, a noun is not always a noun, as Nelson bends the rules of grammar by riddling this poetry with a naturally free flowing hand of colorful language. And she does not leave out the sex. She takes taboo sexual issues and drags them into the light forcing you to confront things that you may not want to think about. But there are others out there suffering too. And Nelson is here to tell you that you are not alone. She speaks directly to the reader without fluffed language or nonsensical fanfare. This is Halloween where we are all dressing as someone else but all we want is to be ourselves. How do you think of Halloween? Lori Jenessa tackles the question, speaking about the holiday itself and what it represents to her. And just for ghoulish fun and witchery, she has also included fun spells that are a little more than just magic. They are flashlights of her personal insights. Let her share this journey with you. Welcome, sweet dears, to Nightmares, Night Scares, Daydreams.
Love sad and downright depressing poetry? Check out my book, Nightmares, Night Scares, Daydreams
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Playing the tank drum is a spiritual thing that frees you. Its sound echoes and its vibrations heal and give you the feeling that they are soaking into you like warm water. Absorb these vibrations through your ears and feel them in your heart.
I imagine that I am invoking the spirits of somebody’s ancestors. The ones who were kind, yet strong, peace-loving, but fierce and protective of others. Ones who believe in hearts and souls and the importance of being forgiving and unforgiving. Isn’t life about balance? I reach for balance with every note and beat of the drum. There are highs and lows, quick songs and slower ones. Sometimes I can’t help myself. After I get warmed up, I tend to play faster and faster, but isn’t that another reflection of the rhythm of life?
I hope that this music gives you a taste of some freedom. That it takes you out of yourself and the world and lets you float. Maybe it will be the soundtrack to your feelings of peace and relaxation, and you, like every note that lifts from the drum, will become air.
Heeey,
I heard you loved me with the lights off but I’m not some Cheshire maiden mistaken for lush
beauty and kind generosity.
What an atrocity
to love the stars and hate the stars
and galaxy and the space between
your toe nails
and nail polish.
What an ugly shade of green.
never thought you’d love to hate her you used to be whatever nice is but
now you must be punished
for your sins in lashings
of the tongue. The bloating begins.
I want chocolate
ice cream chocolate syrup
chocolate frappe
a side of chocolate with my chocolate and a marshmallow pie. Fudge
by any other name
will still be fat and sweet.
Welcome to nightmares,
night scares, daydreams.
What an ugly shade of green
for snores to hide in.
I’d give up sleep for Romeo
if he were to climb my balcony
and conqueror
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my mind from the outside this time. Blind man, do you still lust for beauty day dazing at the yellow
sun son sun of Zeus
and goddesses of Earthy spirits. Here’s a hope
for hoping. I’m done with wishing on falling stars.
I’ll catch you once you’ve fallen.
Love sad and downright depressing poetry? Check out my book, Nightmares, Night Scares, Daydreams
Parsippany has only ever known how to do the one thing that G'hadora has destined her for: collecting and protecting the children of G'hadora. The leader of the sea-faring potea is fighting for a lot more than golden plunder as he seeks to ruin Parsippany's every attempt to stick to her destiny as he fights to change his own. A fairy tale retelling of the Peter Pan that dances around the children who will never grow up as they join in an immortal struggle on a far away world.
For lovers of Peter Pan and Children Of Blood and Bone.
