"In the beginning,
before there was an us,
there was a you and I.
You and I,
separate halves,
of the same heart,
beating out of sync.
You and I,
walking down,
opposite ends,
of the same path.
You and I,
colliding together,
falling into each other,
deemed by fate.
Our heart beating as one,
Our paths joined,
Our hands in hand,
Our fingers entwined."
JMN 12.8.16
Like the dawn,
Erasing the darkest of night,
With it's golden warmth,
And rays of light.
As does your love,
Bringing light to life.
Like the wave,
Rising above the deepest ocean,
Crashing down to become one,
Always with strength in motion.
As does your love,
Breaking the walls of solitude.
Like the wind,
Bowing the mightiest of trees,
Fierceness unrivaled,
And gently caressing the leaves.
As does your love,
Clearing the ashes of a broken heart.
Like the earth,
Unmoving, stoic, and peaceful,
Nurturing all life,
It's tranquil nurturing is ceaseless.
As does your love,
Turning barren to bountiful.
Like the rain,
Washing away the old,
Bri
My dearest love,
as I pen these words,
I try to calm the wild beating,
of my heart.
A million and one,
butterflies take flight,
simultaneously.
A thousand and one,
drums announce,
the trembling within me.
A hundred and one,
shaking breaths,
filling my lungs.
What has caused this,
symphony of chaos?
One answer,
rings loud and true,
You!
JMN 12.8.16
I know this is a tad late for the massive attack wave of internet memes and such with a side of bath salts; I believe it went viral faster than an infection, which is astonishing from a certain perspective. Our society is completely prepared for a zombie apocalypse compared to any other catastrophe that could befall our planet or species. Droves of people have created plans on the premise of "just in case " measures, preparing themselves for the worst case scenario so they and their loved ones are provided for; I suppose it could be useful in that "just in case " situation. I find this comically iron
Complete and utter darkness is what greeted me when I opened my eyes, lying completely still in my bed. I felt myself separate, I was now two entities and as I stared at myself lying in bed; I could feel, hear and see everything going on around me. I knew the phone was going to ring, bringing me back to myself. I knew just who it'd be and what he wanted.
The school in Haven fell off the grid; I saw it fall off, like a light switch being flipped and felt a slight jolt rush through my veins. Part of me rejoiced that a section of hell finally shut down, yet, the other part of me knew the hell that w
The decline, or rather, delay in continuous writing or additions to this page has to do with the fact I have no idea what to even type. I will load up MS Word and stare at a blinking cursor for a few minutes, become severely agitated, say "to hell with it", close MS Word and go about some other mind numbing activity to occupy my thoughts. I have an over active mind and imagination, one thing never keeps me satiated. I must have so much going on that it would overwhelm the normal person just for me to focus properly. I have no idea what this is; it's just how I work, or rather, my mind. At the end of some days, I feel a bit fried. I'm w
If you could imagine writers block as something tangible, it would have to be insurmountable. You wouldn't be able to reach destinations, known or otherwise, because the vastness would be unsurpassable. It would have to be the largest road impediment to prevent any kind of communication or travel. It is almost as if the work on this crucially essential infra-structure will never be completed, they will be forever altering the course of this passage.
Life has a funny way of reminding us that life does go on, regardless of all the things it tosses in our path. People, I must say, are conceivably the most substantial of all the things it c
"In the beginning,
before there was an us,
there was a you and I.
You and I,
separate halves,
of the same heart,
beating out of sync.
You and I,
walking down,
opposite ends,
of the same path.
You and I,
colliding together,
falling into each other,
deemed by fate.
Our heart beating as one,
Our paths joined,
Our hands in hand,
Our fingers entwined."
JMN 12.8.16
Like the dawn,
Erasing the darkest of night,
With it's golden warmth,
And rays of light.
As does your love,
Bringing light to life.
Like the wave,
Rising above the deepest ocean,
Crashing down to become one,
Always with strength in motion.
As does your love,
Breaking the walls of solitude.
Like the wind,
Bowing the mightiest of trees,
Fierceness unrivaled,
And gently caressing the leaves.
As does your love,
Clearing the ashes of a broken heart.
Like the earth,
Unmoving, stoic, and peaceful,
Nurturing all life,
It's tranquil nurturing is ceaseless.
As does your love,
Turning barren to bountiful.
Like the rain,
Washing away the old,
Bri
My dearest love,
as I pen these words,
I try to calm the wild beating,
of my heart.
A million and one,
butterflies take flight,
simultaneously.
A thousand and one,
drums announce,
the trembling within me.
A hundred and one,
shaking breaths,
filling my lungs.
What has caused this,
symphony of chaos?
One answer,
rings loud and true,
You!
JMN 12.8.16
I know this is a tad late for the massive attack wave of internet memes and such with a side of bath salts; I believe it went viral faster than an infection, which is astonishing from a certain perspective. Our society is completely prepared for a zombie apocalypse compared to any other catastrophe that could befall our planet or species. Droves of people have created plans on the premise of "just in case " measures, preparing themselves for the worst case scenario so they and their loved ones are provided for; I suppose it could be useful in that "just in case " situation. I find this comically iron
Complete and utter darkness is what greeted me when I opened my eyes, lying completely still in my bed. I felt myself separate, I was now two entities and as I stared at myself lying in bed; I could feel, hear and see everything going on around me. I knew the phone was going to ring, bringing me back to myself. I knew just who it'd be and what he wanted.
The school in Haven fell off the grid; I saw it fall off, like a light switch being flipped and felt a slight jolt rush through my veins. Part of me rejoiced that a section of hell finally shut down, yet, the other part of me knew the hell that w
The decline, or rather, delay in continuous writing or additions to this page has to do with the fact I have no idea what to even type. I will load up MS Word and stare at a blinking cursor for a few minutes, become severely agitated, say "to hell with it", close MS Word and go about some other mind numbing activity to occupy my thoughts. I have an over active mind and imagination, one thing never keeps me satiated. I must have so much going on that it would overwhelm the normal person just for me to focus properly. I have no idea what this is; it's just how I work, or rather, my mind. At the end of some days, I feel a bit fried. I'm w
If you could imagine writers block as something tangible, it would have to be insurmountable. You wouldn't be able to reach destinations, known or otherwise, because the vastness would be unsurpassable. It would have to be the largest road impediment to prevent any kind of communication or travel. It is almost as if the work on this crucially essential infra-structure will never be completed, they will be forever altering the course of this passage.
Life has a funny way of reminding us that life does go on, regardless of all the things it tosses in our path. People, I must say, are conceivably the most substantial of all the things it c
The Man from Earth ..I really watch anything that catches my attention and can hold it for more than the first 5 minutes. It doesn't have to be big, flashy or expensive; but it does need to be gripping in one way or another.
Favourite TV Shows
Sanctuary, Warehouse 13, Once Upon a Time, Grimm, House, Lie to Me, Charmed
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I listen to anything and everything; there are only a few things I do not like.
Favourite Books
"Dear Irene," series.
Favourite Writers
Kathleen E. Woodiwiss, Jan Burke ..there's more, just too overly tired to think.
Greetings and Salutations,
It has been quite awhile since I've added or updated anything. I have hit a rather large writers block that comes with a side of insecurity and doubt. I worry that my writing will be nothing more than a passing fancy and finding the strength to work through the ever going struggle against writers block.
Though, I do suppose, you could always blame the lack of inspiration on the man in my life who has put an abrupt end to the very thing inspiring most of my writing - nightmares. As I wrote that, I couldn't help but feel a smile dance across my lips as happiness blossomed on my face. It is a blessing, I take it
A tad late, but it's better late than never; or so the old adage goes.
It is another year, obviously, and with it brings hopes for changes and something new. I know I look forward to putting my feet in the proverbial sand, whetting my appetite for creativity and inspiration to further my own goals and aspirations of becoming more than a hobbyist writer.
I look forward to sharing good times, food and wine with my wonderful friends. I can't really see any better way to spend time, than in the company of those you enjoy and love. I raise my glass and tip it to you; Salut!
I hope all of you have your dreams for this year, and not only, the
At the behest of a friend; I posted the rest of the work that I've kept over the years. The rest has been destroyed or deleted for one reason or another. These are the precious ones to me that I've kept.
I hope that you enjoy reading them, as much as I enjoyed writing them. Previously, I was afraid to share for the fear of it not being accepted or liked for the piece of work that it was.
I will continue to write more and post more as it comes, as well as, continue to work on the pieces already here. I plan on editing them so they are easy to read and breaking down the huge wall of texts.
Thank you for your time,
~Jessie NM