The Tape: Unheard Lyrics Are The Loudest, Side A

I love the way you scream.  How your blood seeps into my skin. I truly hope that this moment never ends. Can you see how this may excite me? How this has been a dream come true? 

I bet you are scared aren’t you? Don’t lie now, I can see the fear in your eyes. Want me to tell you a story? About how I got I got these scars in my wrist? About how, for awhile, I couldn’t think past the bullet jn my head. I can tell it to you darling.  Let you see the true me. Just know though, I am telling you this cause you will never have the chance to tell anyone else. Cause I am going to kill you. Oh no don’t shake your head and cry more. You knew this was going to happen. You knew that this was result of your very own actions. 

Where to begin…

Oh yes…

See, my name is Hannah.

….to be continued…

Ever prayed? 

I lied…well I sort of lied.

See I told someone I prayed for them when really I sat at home and didn’t think.

Of them I mean, I didn’t think of them.

I thought…just not of them

No I sat at home and played a game.

Facebook messaged some friends about stupid things.

I am not even sure why I said I would.

I can’t even remember what their problem was.

Still I lied and said I prayed.

Told them I talked to lord for them just about every day.

I didn’t, nope, instead I downloaded this cool movie.

Watched it for a few hours meaning to do the right thing.

I paused it for a while and listened to some music.

Got into a “mood” and figured I should think of them.

Sat there for a few minutes with my headphones in and the music still going.

Contemplating what to say to God.

Gave up about five minutes into thinking about them and returned to my song.

But then I decided to try again.

Speak to God like I promised my friend I would.

I think I may have said or word or two.

Now I think about it, I didn’t even do the opening line or closing line.

No ‘Hi God’ or ‘Amen’

Oh well!

Pretty sure they will be ok.

Letters of a Petty Poet

IWSG monthly Challenge 2

February 1 post  (sorry for being late) 

How has being a writer changed your experience as a reader?

A question given by IWSG monthly Challenge found here


    Pride is a powerful sin and one I seem to suffer from as a writer. Not that I look down on others for what they have written but there are times I read something and feel I could have done it better. There is something to be changed or deleted altogether. 

    I write some pretty dark stuff that has me Jaded to love. Yet, all I read or romance themed books. Whenever they get to a “dark” part I nearly always get annoyed. 

   They can ruin a good murder or abusive past by adding this sickinly sweet verse like it is an end all. Oh the power of friendship and love can combat anything. Umm no how about the power of my fist inserted into a precious part of your body till you understand true pain. 

   I love romance novels, I love mystery, I love anything fluffy yet dark. Yet I have to much Pride and Envy in myself. 

  I WANT what they have so bad but Want to do it better then they ever could. 
This is something I have to work on. Especially since I haven’t yet gone through the struggle to being published.  

As a side note.

I have been dealing with a lot of death and sickness lately so sorry for the monotone writing.

May ness

Ok so for the Month of May I am going to create my own personal challenge. 
I used to love reading and from time to time I still do. But for the month of may I will be reading and reviewing books. My goal is read and review at least 6 books of various lengths and genres.

Here is a to a good month of reading!!!