Writer Fuel and poetry…



I am not just talking about soda and energy drinks either, but I do drink those like Mountain Dew Voltage, White out, Code Red, and Dark Berry, even Mello Yello. I love to drink those when I am writing to stay awake.

I am talking about life experiences to use as well too. I know I use my experiences in my stories, and use them to fuel my writing. The experiences I have gone through made me who I am, and without those I would not have much to go on either. Writers use everything around them as fuel to write like what they see and hear. Situations they have been through they use it all. Thanks to bullies I know how to craft a mean petty high school drama situation, and thanks to horrible relationships and enemies I can use it to my advantage. Artists can do it too, and it is not just writes that can use their everyday experiences to fuel their passion. That is the good thing about writing too. Have workplace drama? Fuel. Had a nasty break up with an abusive person like a friend or lover? Fuel.  The situations you have been in, and the things you have heard? Fuel. Anything can be used to create, and nothing is off limits ever since the next situation you land in can be a good story to tell later.


I am enjoying my poetry class too, and I have a journal for it I used to do poetry every day, but I don’t do it as much anymore. That will change considering this poetry class is opening my eyes to how beautiful it is now. I am learning more in depth about poetry more then I used to. In the spirit of poetry I will put up a few of my poems from then and now.


True Love

What you lost is gained

What you gained is lost

You call him a lot

Even if you get caught

You want to know him

You want to see him

You like him

You love talking to him

He is a great guy

Perfect for you

Unique in everyway

Youd never turn him down

Not a bad bone to be found

When he holds you

You feel safe and sound

He has a nice voice

So calm and understanding

You would never hurt him in any way

You want to stay with him

And be with him

Day after day

He is cool

He is funny

He is just really true love to you

Mysterious Guy

There will always be one guy you look at across the hall

One guy you stare at from afar

One guy you secretly want to date, but can’t because it seems like he is always taken

And yet you both stare at each other across the hall

And you get so nervous you shake

And your heart beats fast

You hold off talking to him because you get nervous

And you don’t want him to think bad things about you because if he did you would be depressed

He is always going to be there

He will always be there for you to wonder

You don’t know much about him

You want to know him

Who knows?

You just might be friends, or best friends, or you just might finally get him

There will always be a guy like him around

One you will wonder about, and one you can look at but never touch.


Loneliness : a girl in an empty house with no one home, and friends are on vacation, family not there with no laptop, cellphone, or television. No car, and has not seen friends in a while. Her boyfriend is no longer in the picture thanks to her friends, and it is an awful time to be her.

Love:  There is a couple together at the movie theater holding hands, and they have been together for three years. Through the ups and downs whether they are arguing or laughing they have been there for each other through it all.

Boredom: Sitting on the couch, flipping through channels, nothing good really on, and no friends to hang out with since they are away. Parents are gone on vacation, and I am the only one home with nothing to do chores are done, and everything is clean.

That is all for now, and I am currently learning about making good characters too in novel writing class. I love it because it is giving me the tools I need to succeed as a writer.

Until next time,


Classes on Novel Writing and Poetry:



I have a few writing classes this semester one is novel writing and the other is poetry one. They both deal with reading books about poetry writing and novel ones. I love it so far. I even have another novel I am going to work on for the class, and I made a jacket copy for it. Here it is:

Kiera Simone is so obsessed with vampires she will do anything to find one.  Then she meets Nicholas “Nick” Harmon, a vampire who changes her life forever by showing her the person she is meant to be – a witch with elevated status in the Melodian realm. A realm for supernatural creatures. It introduces her to a world she only dreamed existed. Then Nick vanishes one day, and it looks like he has run into the realm. She must risk everything, even her life, to feel the magic through the realm coursing through her and to find her love!

I have taken a creative writing class before and in turn I have a fun result of an exercise that I did here:

The exercises create a storm scene and a restaurant scene.

Storm scene: The thunder struck the ground like a match, lightning crackled all around me, thunder rumbled, rain beat down hard. It was awful with flooded streets and creeks overflowing with rain water. Water drowned everything. It was sooo bad houses shook. So scary that I thought I was going to die. Thunder and lightning kept going, and encasing the world with inky blackness. It was awful. Bad. The wind kicked up like cyclones.

Restaurant: It was an interesting day when I sat at my usual place at Cochino’s Place. I ordered water, and a Burger Special. Then I popped open a book to read and I was about halfway through a chapter when someone shouted, “I caught you in bed with her! Don’t lie to me!” I looked over to see who interrupted my reading.

A couple sitting across from me did. There was a man and a woman both in their late 30’s. They were both very mad, and I could tell they did not get along.  The man spoke, “I have no idea why you are saying that because I have not seen anyone except you. Tell me is it worth it to throw 5 years of marriage away for a simple misunderstanding?” He gave her a warm smile. The woman was not taking any of it though. “Bull I don’t believe you at all. I saw you. Don’t try to calm me down either. You know that is irritating to me.” Her eyes turned seething with hatred.  “I hate you a$$ho%& . The very thought of you makes me throw up. You suck, you are a jerk, and the moment you be nice is an indicator to your lies.” He stared at her for a moment thinking about her words. He sighed, “Okay I give up. Yes I was with someone else. I don’t have to take any of your bull anymore. You are annoying and bad in bed. I am divorcing you and going out with Tina.” Her face turns red, she slaps him then leaves. I ate my meal, paid, and left. I am ready for the next show, and I cannot wait to see what they do next.  THE END   

As I continue with the classes I will be posting work from it on Tuesdays.

Have you ever taken any creative classes at all, and what are the results of it?

Until next time,