Tuesday, December 29, 2015

I know it's been a while since I posted anything at all. This is a spur of the moment poem. I felt it and I had to write immediately. Like it was forcing itself out of my chest.
It's also a bit of a sequel to "Silent "maiden." A previous poem I had posted earlier this year.  I hope you like it.



I Found You

I have found you
Oh Goddess, I have found you
Sapphire eyes
Rose petal lips
Raven waterfalls draped down your back
Oh my love, I have found you

In a house where daggers fly
You dance a dance of pure beauty
Your song as sweet as honey
Flowing out of your lips
You wear the sky on your porcelain frame
Captivating my heart

In a place where dragons hide
You soar like an eagle
Through the air with talons sharp
As deadly as you are beautiful
None dare cross you
Yet gaze serenely at your elegance

In a town where art breathes
You stop anyone with a gaze
As if hypnotized
How I long to be in your world
To live forever in your grace
Oh Goddess... I love you.

Written by: Julianne Micheletti 12/28/2015
Edited: 12/29/2015


Monday, December 7, 2015

Saturday, December 5, 2015

ANNOUNCEMENT: I have something in the works for a new post. I'm really excited about it. It will be posted either on Monday or Tuesday. I just want to wait until it's graded since it's my Drawing Class Final. I hope it's well-liked.

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

I did five portraits using charcoal dust, an eraser, and a charcoal stick. I picked one from Monday and the four I did today. I hope you like them.







Wednesday, November 25, 2015

More charcoal dust and erasing. had to make it sharp instead of curved. Not the greatest, but i think it turned out okay.


Tuesday, November 10, 2015

I was going to post this on Wednesday, but I got antsy. I drew this yesterday in Art Class and I'm pretty proud of it.


Sunday, November 8, 2015

I had a school assignment that I really enjoyed. Especially since the source material is a big part of my life. It was difficult, but I am proud of the results and it was a lot of fun. And to those familiar with MAD, I think you'll appreciate it.




Monday, October 19, 2015

Another new method. Smearing charcoal dust on the paper, then draw the still-life using a kneaded eraser.


Monday, October 12, 2015

In art class, we had to draw pictures from the projector that were originally blurred. As he made them clearer, we had to fix them up to match what we saw until our creation turned into these. I feel proud.



Monday, October 5, 2015

Week 2 at CCC. More charcoal and easels to play with. More Still-lifes to manipulate to my twisted will.


Wednesday, September 30, 2015

My first time using charcoal and an easel. I think I did pretty good for my first assignment in drawing class. What do you think?


Sunday, September 20, 2015

Things have been nuts lately. Almost too nuts. Too much stress. Too much sadness. I managed to write something small about my ordeal.

Statue

I have turned to stone
Gray and cracked
No expressions
No emotions
No movement

Inside I scream
I rip at my flesh
I pull out my hair
Tears stream down my face
Traumatized

Please free me from this hell
I'm not strong enough'
I can't handle this
Please let me sleep
I'll be back in the morning

Written By: Julianne Micheletti 09/09/2015


Saturday, August 1, 2015

Trying my hand at digital artwork. What do you think? I made this with Roger Waters in mind.


Monday, July 6, 2015

My second new poem that I have already posted on wattpad. The link is down below.
https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/43277996/write/142445513
Why?
I sit in front of my computer and ponder
Why am I sad tonight?
The light of the monitor shining brilliantly in my eyes
Why am I lonely tonight?
My vision is clouded by the battle royal between light and darkness
Why am I still awake tonight?
All of which I have no answers
All I have is my tear-stained expression
As I gaze absent-minded at my screen
As I remember all the fun I had when life still moved
As I think about my upcoming family visit
Why is time so slow tonight?
Written by: Julianne Micheletti

Thursday, July 2, 2015

It's been a long while since my last post. Finally I have some new work. This was previously posted on another site called Wattpad. The link is below.
https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/43277996/write/142554361
Beast
The beast roars a mighty roar
Taking nourishment from the ground
While leaving crop circles behind
Peasants run in fear 
Will the beast hurt me?
Its snake-like tail curled strangely 
Great structures move away 
Is there no end to its reign of terror?
What ho? The roaring has ceased 
His coiled tail lays limp
The structures have returned
The Peasants come out of hiding
The beast is laying still against a wall
Is it dead?
No, it only slumbers
The beast has had its fill 
And it must hibernate
When we least expect it,
The beast will roar again. 
Written by: Julianne Micheletti 

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Yesterday, I spent the hours picking out a wedding outfit and painting a small, hand-made Tardis for the bride. Needless to say, it turned out great and is well-loved.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

I apologize for not posting enough. Been super busy with life stuffs. I don't really have any new material, so I an image should do. I find it fitting to post the comic that had the name of this blog before the blog started. It's gruesome, but I got an A for it.

Monday, June 1, 2015

YES!! IT HAPPENED!!!! I HAVE BEEN PUBLISHED AMONG OTHER TALENTED WRITERS IN THE OREGON CITY DIGEST!!! A NEW COPY LAY IN MY HANDS AND I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE PROUD OF MYSELF!!



Friday, May 29, 2015

I have the most wonderful news. A while back, I submitted three poems to be published in the Oregon City Digest. Now it's finally available on amazon.
Here's the link:
http://www.amazon.com/Oregon-City-Digest-Collection-Literary/dp/1512310719/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1432941344&sr=8-1&keywords=oregon+city+digest

Secondly, I wrote a short poem while in Writer's club.

Wo Ai Ni

You're in pain
Let me heal you
You're freezing
Let me warm you
You're starving
Let me feed you

I see your tears
I see your struggle
I see your anguish
More importantly
I see you

The bandages are sorted
The fires are lit
The food is cooked
My arms are open
Come to me; you're safe now

Written by: Julianne Micheletti 05/29/2015

Monday, May 25, 2015

I have not slept all night. My eyes sting. My back aches. My mind slowed. Here is a freshly written poem.

I'll Be Your Friend

You feel alone
No one accepts you
No one respects you
Every day is a new misery
Don't worry, I'll be your friend

Your parents mistreat you
Your siblings bully you
Your peers torture you
You grow more numb everyday
Don't despair, I'll be your friend

I'll visit you every day
I'll bake you cookies and cakes
We'll play games and watch movies
Every day will be a carnival
I told you, I'll be your friend

I'll hug you when you're sad
You have sanctuary
When you are feeling alone
You have sanctuary
You'll never know a sad day
I promise, I'll be your friend

Written by: Julianne Micheletti 05/25/2015

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Yet another doodle inspired by Jimathers (Foamy makes an appearance). I do hope he sees  this blog someday.


Saturday, May 23, 2015

Time for an image today! Speaking of images, I would love some feedback about the new cover picture. I have been playing with new styles inspired by watching Jimathers doodle live on Twitch.


Friday, May 22, 2015

Another shout-out to T. Lwanga Lord. Also, what do you all think of the new cover picture?

OFF

Off I tumble, through reeds I grumble, tall grass lashing, louder I mumble.

On I mount, to quit this bout, "victory!" I snarled in a grueling shout.

Off it beats me, postulating it will never meet me, no room to seat me.

On I clamber, not one to hamper, I want not another trip to the slammer.

Why do I sip between rejections, Alcohol injections, with innumerable reflections?

Off this wagon wants me, another flagon wants me, no bragging haunts me.

On I'm stumbling, no room for bumbling, if only it were humbling.

Off I go, reaping every seed I sowed, for the bottle I am a "ho."

On I try, knowing I'll cry, maybe it's time to let my friends pry.

Off it bucks me, smiling as it chucks me, plain and simple, just fuck me!

Written by: T. Lwanga Lord

Thursday, May 21, 2015

It has been a rough few days. Three days of dizziness, mood swings, and nightmares. I updated a few of my poems. "Love," "Over-encumbered," and "A Million Hearts." I also wrote this number over four months ago and edited it today.

Toothache

I can keep a poker face
While pain rushes through
My jaw like wildfire
My face will keep it hidden

This ability faltered
My tooth is broken
A crater, a canyon
The price of neglect

Reducing me to tears
My mouth sparks
Flames of misery
Like molten steel filling a mold

I'm chewing on magma
I'm swelling monstrously
Yet forgotten when I shed tears
Then returns when my defenses lower

I can keep a straight face
While intense pain engulfs
My jaw with wildfire
My face will keep it unknown
Of what hell I'm going through

Written by: Julianne Micheletti 01/01/2015
Edited: 05/21/2015


Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Deepest apologies for not posting for a while. I have been experiencing the worst dizzy spells. I've been dizzy for over two days now. Hopefully I should be better soon.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Saturday, May 16, 2015

I was watching Jimathers from IllWillPress.com do his live doodling. At around 2am, I decided to let my hand do it'd thing and came up with this.


Friday, May 15, 2015

My first drawing of Roger Waters. I remember years back I couldn't draw him at all. And yet, I'm still skeptical. When am i ever going to give myself a break.


Thursday, May 14, 2015

Depression hits hard and makes you forget what got you writing in the first place. Last night's meditation woke up my mind and I wrote this like my life depended on it.


A Million Hearts

Owner of a million hearts
Love surrounds you
Peaking at every corner
Hovering over your head

A million hearts
Lifting you off the ground
Granting wings for flight
Yet keeping you anchored

A million hearts cursing you
Stealing away your senses
Clouding your judgment
Yet filling your soul

Love gives and takes
Love hurts and heals
Keeper of a million hearts
You are blessed and cursed


Holder of a million hearts
Rest well; replenish yourself
For another million will come
Be prepared

Written by: Julianne Micheletti 05/13/2015
Edited: 05/21/2015

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

I apologize for not posting in a while. When life calls, I must answer. Anyway, here's another shout-out to another classmate from Poetry.

Midnight on the Bay

Mist creeps, thick and heavy, down the forgotten avenue

Drifting almost hesitantly, a river damned

With boarded windows through which no patrons streamed

Solemn silence wafts abrasively through

The skeletal remains of this broken district

No music playing save the rhythm of godly breath

Through the bones of the city

Cobblestones drag down, winding and narrow

The mist, lit by the ghostly celestial body above

Snaked ponderously along, determined

To make its nightly pilgrimage from the sea

Written by: Brian Willoughby

Friday, May 8, 2015

Here's another shout-out to my friend, Maggie.

The Room

Sitting in a small dark room, up against a hole in the wall, waiting.

Listening to the intruder's  feet, creak on the wooden floor, hiding.

Curled up in a ball, my hands on my legs, my legs against my torso, shielding.

The intruder comes up to me, shiny knife in hand, a grin on his face, smiling.

He stabs me between where my arms and legs protect, into my stomach, bleeding.

Through my mouth I can hardly make a sound, I'm scared, crying

I lose my balance and tip into the black hold in the wall, ever so fast, regretting.

Disappear through the dark void, barely see the small room slip out of sight. falling.

Wake up in my bed, the pain still pulses through my stomach, but with no wound, realizing.

Turn over, the alarm clock can wait, a couple more hours are still needed, sleeping.

Written by: Maggie Potter

Thursday, May 7, 2015

So no one gets bored of pretty colors, here's my last picture of metal work.



Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

I wrote this at 2am. It was a horrible experience that I managed to capture on paper.

Over-encumbered

Depression is your enemy
A horrible state of being
A creature that takes
Takes away your senses
Takes away your worth
Your lust for life and love for others
Puts you under the illusion
That you are alone
Nothing, a burden to others
Makes you forget how loved you are

Tonight, I forgot everything
I forgot my strength
My will
My love
I abandoned everything
Convinced that all would be better
If I were absent
My mind clouded
My eyes blinded
And my ears deaf

Deaf to my friends' kind words
Blind to the love expressed
Growing angry at all who tried
Unreasonably annoyed
I shut down all communications
I disappeared
Thinking I was doing right
When I really have done wrong
I pushed them away
They didn't deserve that

No one deserves such treatment
When all they did was lend a hand
I felt lost
Wandering in a deep trench
No sound, no light, just nothing
Wandering alone and frightened
Trapped forever
I allowed myself to wander
Deeper and deeper
Making the situation worse

No hope
I failed, I will wither
I opened my eyes
There is light all around
I have awoken
Aid has come at last
In the image of my man
Pain visible on his face
From seeing mine
I realized I must be strong

I must be strong for him
Please don't be sad
I want you to be happy
Wipe away your tears
Smile for me
Willpower returns
I care for him more than myself
Depression slithers back in it's crevice
Replaced by my beating heart
Filled with undying passion

Love for friends and family
All whom hold my heart
I am selfish
Life isn't pain, it's rich
Life is what you make it
And I make life worth living
I love you all
With every fiber of my being
I am grateful to have you
And I always will

Written by: Julianne Micheletti 05/05/2015
Edited: 05/21/2015

Sunday, May 3, 2015

This, in my opinion, is one of my weaker works of poetry. It has already been edited and I can't figure out what else to with it; yet I don't feel too proud. Tell me what you think.

Love

Love is roaring
Burning hotter than sunlight
Withstanding deadly snowstorms
Love is purity
Beauty incarnate
Reaching past the highest peak
Love is universal
It intertwines us
Bringing happiness beyond time
Love will burn eternally
'Til all life vanishes
And begins anew

Written by: Julianne Micheletti 05/03/2015
Edited: 05/21/2015

Saturday, May 2, 2015

I attended and volunteered a literary event called Compose today and I listened to four amazing people.
Trista Cornelius, Robin Vada, Nicole J. Georges, and Rafael Alvarez. Thanks to the the first two,
through meditation, I was able to easily come up with a new poem.
I highly recommend!

Creative Meditation

I feel a weakness in my shoulders
That anchors me
There's a stirring in my stomach
I seek nourishment
There's a strong feeling in my loins
I must have pleasure
My eyelids are heavy
My stomach is empty
The pain in my spine gets no attention
Slack-jawed, I write
My state calmer than
Pink Floyd could grant
Sleep calls to me from my bed
My prickling skin beckons
Keeping me awake
I will never forget this
There's music in my head
Upbeat and sweet sounding
I am happy
I am hungry
I am at peace

Written by: Julianne Micheletti 05/02/2015

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Jordan showed me this sweet program I could play with. Here's something I worked on.


Friday, April 24, 2015

I apologize for this post being a day late. I recently got an infection in the right side of my jaw. I was sleeping all day yesterday from the medication. In pain and swollen, but feeling better now.

Anyway, this is a shout-out to a very good friend of mine named, Matt. He is in writer's club and he is awesome.

Psychotic

He likes to play games,
fucked up little games.
These same games
I don’t want to play.

Death is what he likes,
and murder’s
in his crazy house.

As he dances with the Devil
in his happy little world he sings
a song that keeps me screaming
and insane.

Blood pouring from the sky,
evil thoughts keeps him high.
666
when the moon is full.
Like Chucky all he wants to do
is erase your soul
and take your body;
and like Dahmer
all he wants
is to eat your body,
eat your guts.

Yes he’s nuts,
really nuts.
Is it really me?
Hopefully not.
His crazy world
keeps me blind.
No time to unwind,
yes his wife is a butcher knife.
And like Jason
he’ll be right behind yah
after yah run,
run and scream –

No, it must be told,
I don’t know this man.
This mad man is damned
and this mad man thinks he’s me.
All he wants is to take my brain,
he just wants to kill my being.

Yes, seeing his thoughts
leaves me paralyzed,
oh fuck,
now he got me,
I guess I’m
Fucking nuts.

Written by: Matt Schuster

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

My newest art piece. I drew Nicholas Hoult from various films such as "Warm Bodies" X-Men First Class, etc. He is super CUUUUTE xD


Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Today, I want to show you my favorite ring that I have created last winter. I named it Sheogorath after the Daedric God of Madness.


Monday, April 20, 2015

It has been 23 years today since Benny Hill has passed on. As a tribute, I post one of my favorite monologues. Rest in peace.


THE BIRDS AND THE BEES
by
Benny Hill

I'd reached the age of fourteen and I hadn't started courting,
And my mum was getting worried about me.
She said, "Dad, it's time you told him all about the birds and bees,"
He said, "The birds and bees," and sat me on his knee.

He said, "Now, remember Uncle Joe and that picnic a while ago,
How he went off into the woods with Auntie Pat?
And how I chased O'Reily's daughter and what happened when I caught her?"
I said, "Yeah," he said, "Well birds and bees does that."

Dad works very hard indeed, well he got ten kids to feed,
Well ten and seven ninths to be precise.
And we all wear hand-me-downs, and as I am the youngest,
And the others are all girls, it ain't very nice.

Dad said, "It's time that you got wed," I said, "I'd rather drop down dead,"
He said, "Now how about old Maude from Ikely down?"
I said, "Maude?  Not bloody like, she's been out by half the chaps in Ikely,"
He said, "Well Ikely's really quite a little town."

He said, "You've got to get a wife, you can't go on enjoying life,
Or folks with think you're strange and start to frown."
I said to him, "Look, why should I buy a book?
When there's a thriving, lending library in the town."

One day I found a friend, he was up by Badgers End,
A little pigeon fell down by my feet.
His feathers was flecked with red and at first I thought he was dead,
Then I knelt and I felt his little heart still beat.

I cupped him in my hands and I ran home to my mam,
And she said, "Son, I'm as proud of you as I can be.
You're thoughtful and you're kind, and you've got a gentle mind,
And that will do a treat for your old father's tea.

I said, "You shall not touch my bird," and without another word,
I took him in my room and I shut the door,
And then I bathed and I warmed him and I nursed him back to health,
'Cause you see, I'd never really had a friend before.

I taught him little tricks, like playing dead and picking up sticks,
And the village girls, they brought bird seed every day. Oo!
"Dad, you can't come in," I'd shout, "Or my birdie will fly out,"
But of course I let the village girls all stay.

Well there was Mable from the stable, and Mary from the dairy,
We had a visit by our beauty queen.
And that great big Betty Mavery, and she's got her own avery,
She's got the biggest parakeets I've ever seen.

Dad said, "You ought to let him go," and Mum, she said, "Oh no,
You just want to get some shooting practice in."
But the vicar said, "My son, it really isn't done,
And to lock up a wild thing, that's a sin."

One morning when it was all still, I took him up to Badgers Hill,
I lost the only little friend I had that day.
Not a word I said, I just kissed his little head,
And I opened my hands and I watched him fly away.

He circled up and 'round, and then he settled on the ground,
And off he went straight up to the sky.
And then I looked and I could see he was flying back to me,
And then he swooped and he pooped right in my eye.

I thought, "That's bloody rude!" and, "Cor, there's gratitude!"
And, "I hope they never cross a pigeon with a cow!"
And Dad said, "Here, there's I see a caper, I'll go get a bit of paper,
I said, "Don't be daft, he's miles away by now!"

Dad said, "I know you lost a friend, but it's really not the end,
You'll be married and have a family of your own quite soon."
Well I never said a word, but you see, that little bird
Has lured eighteen little ravers up to my room!

So if anyone's got a spare cockatoo or an old crow they don't want,
I'd be very much obliged, because you know, I could put them to good use.


http://monologues.co.uk/Benny_Hill/Birds_and_Bees.htm
 

Sunday, April 19, 2015

This is a particular favorite of mine from last semester's poetry class.

It's Okay, He Loves Me

From across the room he stares at me until I catch him
I blush, he smirks
He likes me
His words to me were so sweet
Even the bees hung on his every word like it was nectar
Maybe he loves me
We kiss as if it was the only thing keeping us alive
He loves me
I argue with him and he yells at me
It's fine, he loves me
He grabs my arms when I turn my back on him
He digs his fingers into my flesh
Don't worry, he loves me
His temper flares and he slaps my face
He loves me
I try to flee but he pulls me back
He throws me to the ground
He gets on top of me and puts his hands on my throat
My lungs catch fire
It's okay, he loves me

Written by: Katherine Nelson

Saturday, April 18, 2015

This isn't new, but it sings something deep from my heart.


  My Heart's Wish

I had a dream that was sung from the inner most desires of my heart. Something I have wanted more than anything in the world. I dreamed that I met George Roger Waters from the greatest band in my lifetime, Pink Floyd. For a long time, I have yearned to tell all five members how much I love them and to thank them from the bottom of my heart for their wonderful gift. I consider them one of the most significant parts of my life, because they were there when I was feeling down at an early age. I would watch their Live at KQED and Live at Pompeii shows as much as possible and I loved every second of it.

Although it tears me up inside that I may never have a real chance to tell at least one of them how I feel, I still have my dreams. In my dream, I was standing in line to get their autograph. I was standing next to someone who looked like Roger. I was skeptical, but I knew it was really him. My eyes welled with tears and I leaped into his arms. I squeezed him so tightly, I could feel his long, gray hair in my face and I said to him, “Thank you..thank you so much for everything.” It felt so real; I could swear I wasn't dreaming.

Needless to say, I felt pretty bummed when I awoke in reality. Where it was just a fantasy and Pink Floyd was just a flight of fancy; an obsession. As I write this however, I feel very grateful for what I have in my life. My family, my friends, and my love for Pink Floyd.

Written By: Julianne Micheletti

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Sunday, April 12, 2015

Another shout-out to a pretty cool dude. His second poem on this blog.

Brewing on the Lake?

Floating on crystal, our factory labors.
Profit aplenty in this surreal concept.
A brewery on a lake.
Men march to the alcohol's time clock.
Happy to work, grateful for the employ,
at the brewery on the lake.
Shopping malls build themselves,
houses join them, to home the men,
brewing on the lake.
Investors flock, to make more shops,
and homes. We even have a theater,
by the brewery on the lake.
Shut up, blaring clock, leave me be!
I would rather be right here, always
at my brewery on the lake.

Written by: T. Lwanga Lord

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Hello all!! My newest work! Tell me what you think!

Oblivious

I wake up in prison
No memory of who I am
Where I am from
Or what I have done

A rude man across the hall
Is my only company
Speaks of my doom
My fate is sealed

Hark! The guards approach
The man has his last laugh
Are they here to kill me?
Wait, who's that man in regalia?

A man of great importance
The Emperor himself
Claiming to know me
I stand in awe and listen

A secret entrance reveals itself
Dust fills the air
I am a free woman
To pursue a second chance

The passage is dark
I stick close for safety
What ho? A foe in red cloak
Come to kill the Emperor

The guards fight well
Alas, one is slain
A young woman of beauty
Appearing to be my age

The remaining part disappears
I scavenge for clothing
For weapons to aid
I'll borrow her Katana (she doesn't need it)

Goblins, rats, and darkness galore
More loot and riches found
To aid my new-found freedom
Will I find the party again?

Our paths cross once more
Danger around every corner
The guards hold fast
The Emperor by my side

He hands me his amulet
An amulet of glimmering gold
And a large, sparkling ruby
Is this goodbye?

A man clad in crimson and armor
Forces a knife in the Emperor's back
A regal man spread on the ground
And red death standing before me

The Katana shows great promise
The red death is bested
The last guard remains
Distraught over his failure

I have been entrusted
To carry out the Emperor's deed
The Katanas collected for burial
I'm on my own again

More rats, goblins, and darkness
Yet, the path shows bright light
Beyond the gate breathes life anew
Wish me luck in my future endeavors

Written by: Julianne Micheletti 04/07/2015

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Sorry for the late post; blood donation today. Needed to lay down for a while.

Monster

The monster hides where I'll never look
When I'm happy, it runs
When I'm lonely, it peaks
It pretends to be friendly
So I may feel comfort

When I see the monster
Great pain follows
It appears at my weakest
Eyes black at midnight
A fanged, twisted smile

Skin paler than the dead
Body of a frail woman
Tattered, stained clothing
Commands me to harm myself
Tells me I am alone

My eyes well with tears
Hers, an inky blackness
My nose drips blood
As well as hers
The monster is me

I terrorize myself
As well as people I love
I am my own enemy
I am my own terror
I am the monster

Written by: Julianne Micheletti 12/21/2014
Edited: 04/08/2015

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Here is another piece from a lovely lady in my poetry class.

Untitled

The winter in my heart has been growing
Pressing outward
Betraying the vows that quivered from my lips
All these years causing pain feeling trapped

My love once of lava now turns hard... black
Childish dreams of what was expected and taught
Images flashing before me, the choking flood
BOOM... clarification

Angelic hymns ring in my head
Forcing the page to turn and a new song
to take hold. At dusk I fly
Burst through the fear and make a new dream

Written by: Leanne

Monday, April 6, 2015

This just in! "Tonight I Drink to your Memory" is the First Place winner of the Third Annual Writer's Club Contest. I knew that was a winner! I KNEW IT!

Anxiety

Stop looking at me
You're making me ill
Your judgmental eyes
Pierce me like needles
In my mind
It's painful
I look away to
Protect myself
From your gaze
My chest is caving in

My stomach is inflating
I want to run away and hide
My jaw is clamped shut
I'm glued to my seat
I have turned to stone
Yet I feel like
I am a ticking time-bomb
Of explosive anger
I need help.... fast
I'm scared

Written by: Julianne Micheletti 11/07/2014

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Hello all, I apologize for not posting in a long while. To keep it short, life has it's demands. However life also hands you some cool stuff. I found out that the competition I entered last Winter Term for the Writer's club book had ended and winners were chosen. I placed first in the competition with two of my best poems; "Tonight I Drink to your Memory" and "Silent Maiden." I knew picking them would be a good idea. The prize is a free copy of the book when it's published and $25 (although I don't know in which form.) I feel so happy that I won and I did not expect this outcome at all. I will remain humble but I have learned that I actually have a flare for writing. I don't know anything else right now and the book is still in the works, but I will update when I know more.

On another note, I have not written anything new; writer's block is a bitch. I will keep trying though. If I finally come up with something, I may want to run it by writer's club first for any necessary changes. Happy Easter!

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Thursday, March 19, 2015

Starting from today to possibly the 28th, I will not be posting anything new. I am busy with my upcoming trip. I will try to come up with something new in that amount of time. Thank you all for viewing my blog.


Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Instead of the usual art I post, I decided to show something else I have created by hand.
It's the very first ring I have ever made. It only fits halfway down my finger, so I named it "Band-Ade"