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

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

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

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.

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

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

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.

Another silk art. I love this site

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

More of this. I had too much fun.

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

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

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