Walking while rhyming your name

I whisper it in my head over and over

Until it’s all I can thing about

I see fire

I see blood

I am lust and desire

Wrapped up in one big red ribbon

I am dark

But my mind travels the light

I can see a candy rainbow

It’s covered in dark roses

With thorns the size of fingernails

I can hear singing

It echoes in my dark mind

Happy thoughts

Twirling around

Spinning like a top

Flying like a bird

I am not crazy

Nor am I sane

I just want to play my friend

Won’t you stay

I can run faster then lightning in a storm

I can chase the monsters

That haunt you in the night

I can watch over you

If you like

Maybe I am the monster

Maybe I’m too dark

I am the storm

That races through the night

I am fear

I haunt you

I watch you

I am beneath your bed

I choke on my words

As I whisper to you over and over

While rhyming your name

Unknown artist

When I Shut My Eyes

Good morning! Today is going to be a great day, the sun isn’t up yet: however, the moon is bright and beautiful. I have yet to hear the birds sing since the heatwave, perhaps they moved on to a different area.

I’m thinking I will have Genavine’s faith out by the end of the week, fingers crossed! I’m so excited! ❤ My pen is calling. Can’t keep it waiting. XOXOX


I shut my eyes

Take a breath

And whisper your name

I see you

It’s been you and me for years

Yet when the sun rises you’re gone

In my dreams you come

I know your name

Your eyes

Your heart

But do you exist

Why do you taunt me in the nights

If you’re not real

We dance beneath the light of the moon

You take my heart and whisper words of love

I see you for you

Yet we walk in two invisible worlds

Separately yet together

Many nights we spoke of things in life

I remember but they seem so far

I can still hear your voice when I listen

In the night sky

The stars sing our song of love

It echoes in my mind

Why come to me in a dream

If you’re only going to vanish beneath the sun’s light.

Have a beautiful day.

Art is by Artesanato Passo a Passo

Just Me God

Good morning! Sorry I’m late today.

Happy Monday (hears groans in background) Is there really enough coffee in the world to deal with Mondays? (((NO)))

I had quite the issue getting up this morning, to be truthful I didn’t feel well so I slept in. I think my body needed it. I have had a few issues with eating since the surgery, can’t eat much or much of a variety. I was hungry and ate a little more than I have been and ended up in a lot of pain. ((IK it sucks))

A bit of humour for a Monday.

When your MC is in control.

Me: Not right now!

Genavine: What do you mean? It’s morning!

Me: Growls, you don’t get a say.

Genavine: You’ve got me walking through hell. I get a say!

Me: Fine take my coffee. Picks up a pen. Genavine falls on her face. Takes the coffee back.


Todays poem is about the strength in ones heart when trailing through life.


I run this Earth

Chasing my dreams

I get lost

Yet that doesn’t stop me

I am determined and fierce

The shadows crowd my thoughts

The darkness walks by my side

Yet I race the light

Toward the sun

I am the power

In each beat my heart takes

I am the pain

My soul aches

My heart hurts

Cause love is always wrong

But I chase it

Like a butterfly

I flutter through the day

Jumping into the night

Shifting to my wolf

Where I run beneath the moon

My feet pounding

Outrunning the nightmares

That hold me down

Strangling my thoughts

Drowning me in an ocean of tears

I am just a girl

Who sees life through different eyes

I see the fire that burns desire

I see the truth that takes lies

I am the one who will never give up

Even when death threatens my very breath

I’m just me God

Relax, Eat, Be Merry And Refuel Your Soul

Good morning! Happy Sunday! It’s a day of rest for me today. Lots of #coffee, #writing and #sleep.

How do you spend you Sundays?


A time of rest


And sleep

A day to gaze

At the azure

A moment

Of reflection of your path

A map to your soul

Check your steps

Make sure you’re flying

Not drowning

Gather kindness

And self care

For the week is long

And your heart deserves a day of self love

In case you were looking for something yummy to munch on I found this recipe I wanted to share. I love cheesecake. ❤



  • 3 packages full fat cream cheese, 8 oz each
  • ½ cup granulated sugar
  • 1 tsp vanilla extract
  • ½ cup International Delight Sweet Cream Creamer
  • 3 large eggs
  • 1 cup chopped cherries, fresh


  • 1 ½ cups chocolate graham cracker crumbs
  • 5 tbsp butter, melted


  • ¼ cup heavy whipping cream
  • ¾ cup chocolate chips


  • mini chocolate chips
  • fresh cherries



  • Preheat the oven to 350º F.
  • Pulse the chocolate graham crackers or similar chocolate crackers/cookies in a blender or food processor until they are very fine. Measure out 1 & 1/2 cups of crumbs. Combine the crumbs with the melted butter in a small bowl and mix well until incorporated.
  • Before adding the crumbs to the pan, wrap the bottom and sides of the pan in 3 layers of aluminum foil. This will help keep the water out during the water bath.
  • Add the crumbs to the 8 inch pan, distribute them evenly, using a cup or the bottom of something flat to press the crumbs into the pan. If desired, you can have the crumbs go up the sides of the pan a bit.
  • Place the pan in the oven, bake the crust for 8-10 minutes or until golden.
  • Remove the pan from the oven, and allow it to cool to room temperature before adding the cheesecake mixture.
  • Turn the oven down to 325º F. (60 minutes)
Recipe from 180gradsalon | Mallorca & Food

Fall And I’ll Catch You

Good morning! Happy Saturday! It’s going to be a quiet day. My PTSD Is lingering but overall it is at a low. (thankful & blessed) I made a decision If I don’t have my family home by December this year I’m going to go back overseas and stay there with my family.

Today I’m working on Genavine’s Hell & My Heart For You. I’m waiting on a beta reader, then Genavine’s Faith can be released. My pen’s calling and I don’t like to keep it waiting. Today’s poem is about PTSD and being open to help. XOXOX

Not everyone understands PTSD/CPTSD

What is PTSD?
PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) is a mental health problem that some people
develop after experiencing or witnessing a life-threatening event, (For example) combat, a natural disaster, a car accident, or sexual assault.
It’s normal to have upsetting memories, feel on edge, or have trouble sleeping after this
type of event. At first, it may be hard to do normal daily activities, like go to work, go to
school, or spend time with people you care about. But most people start to feel better after a few weeks or months.
If it’s been longer than a few months and you’re still having symptoms, you may have PTSD.
For some people, PTSD symptoms may start later on, or they may come and go over time. PTSD is and never will be something to be ashamed of, reach out you are not alone.

For more informations check out this link to the PTSD awareness site


I cry a thousand tears

I watch

As they flood my world

I see the others swim

As I drown in my blue

I taste my salty tears

As they cover my face

I lower my head

Attempting to look away

I notice a hand

Reaching for me

I hesitate but take it

Feeling its firm grip

I follow it

Into the shadows

It lifts me

Taking me from the dark

We walk the light

Drifting in the wind

We dance through out time

I am not alone

I will not drown

I forgot I have wings

That allow me to fly

I forgot I am strong

And that I can breathe

I forgot I am alive

I live

Have a beautiful day.

Art by Aquasixio (bored Panda)

I Am Both

Good morning beautiful people. Happy Friday! Today is a beautiful day. I woke at midnight. Yes, much earlier than normal. That’s okay I can always take a nap in my writing chair. I have a a comfortable recliner.

I’ve done a lot of thinking lately. I really love this new selection of books I’m writing. I have added a lot of myself and it feels right. I write from my soul and it flows like a waterfall. Isn’t that what it’s all about?

I plan on writing all day. I spent the few weeks doing nothing but editing Genavine’s Faith and I miss writing. So with that said my pen is calling. XOXOX

What book genre is your favourite?

Today’s poem is about walking the line.


The sky lights like a rainbow

Colours drip from the painted azure

Falling to the Earth

Where I lie

Watching it happen

Wishing I was part of the miracle

But my darkness drifts

Circling my aura

Strangling my spirit

Warning off the light

I smile

I sing

I steal my next breath

Ignoring my blackened energy

Taking control over what’s mine

I dance beneath the colours

Absorbing its desire

Feeling its sexual passion climb my spine

I twirl

And spin

I ride the waves

In the ocean of stars

I grip the moon’s light

Making it my own

I am a thief of many

I take love where I can find it

I share a breath for those who can’t breathe

I take ones soul without permission and lift it to the sky

Where I may never walk

I watch as others dream

Walking their path



With others by their side

I swim in a pool of green

But understand that the black is my waterfall

I may not have chose it

But it is faithful

And behind each shadow light exists

And though I walk the dark path

The two are one

Together they create the shadows I roam

Have a beautiful day. ❤

Unknown artist

It Should Be A Thoughtful Thursday But It’s A Tough Thursday Instead.

Good morning! Happy Thursday! Today is a beautiful day. Though to be truthful I haven’t heard the birds sing in a very long time. Where are they? It’s like they vanished. The heat is gone and the weather is back to normal.

We had a bear attack here in Powell River. The lady was walking her dog in the back paths where she shouldn’t have been due to bears. The bear attacked and bit her. Sadly they had to put the bear down. They tore down three bear dens recently, left mamas homeless with their cubs, they keep taking their home and making it ours and we get mad and kill them when they get angry for us being in their way. Unfair! I feel for this lady, but those babies have no mama now. Any way I had to get that off my chest. Makes me sad.

Today I’m writing! Yay!!! Not sure which one I want to work on yet. I have a few things to do before Genavine’s Faith can be released but over all she is done. (So happy) Time for me to go write. My pen is calling. XOXOX

I thought it would be nice to pre read chapter one. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 1

She stood by his body as he took his last breath. Something inside her felt sorry for the man, but this was a war; there wasn’t any time for sympathy. It was her life or his, at least that’s how she remembers it.

Her name is Genavine. She’s the leader of the underground revolution, also known as Gena. Nothing stood in her way; she was out for blood and willing to take it however she had to. She led hundreds of men, most prepared to die for the cause. Her conscience screamed, but a gut feeling told her to keep fighting for the little people who struggled to survive since the government abandoned them.

It had been five years since that day, and people from all over the world banned together. They took it among themselves to destroy anything that stood for the government or regulation.

Unfortunately, the government fled instead of fighting back, leaving an endless number of families to suffer through the unspeakable consequences of their actions.

Gena was never one for the rules, yet she believed the government kept their world in perspective; obviously, she was right. She never understood how come they didn’t fight or why the army didn’t bulldoze their way through, ending it. Maybe they thought it wasn’t worth it, that the people were a lost cause; either way, here she was fighting to protect what she believed in.

Marcus, her second in command, stood by the roof’s ledge. “Not a single person in sight. It’s all’s clear.”

Gena smiled, looking around. It was an older building. It had everything they required. They claimed it as their base when the war began; it was ideal for her team’s safety. The main door was steel with matching bars on the windows; even if they attempted to break the glass, no one could enter without the key.

There were fifty apartments in this building; a couple were used for storage, and a few were transformed into a bunkhouse for singles, but mainly it housed the troops and their families. Some of her soldiers have children, making it even more vital to keep this fight alive.

Some days she wasn’t sure what the fight was about anymore. It was as if the meaning behind it was lost in casting the enemy’s blood. The army that stood behind her didn’t agree. They still fought for reasons she had been questioning lately. Some seemed to enjoy the violence. Maybe they had adopted it over the duration. Time in this new world was heavy like steel chains weighing you down. With nothing changing and so much destruction, time didn’t matter, yet it lingered endlessly.

Marcus pointed while yelling. “Here they come! I knew it was too good to be true. This is our territory. We can’t have the looters taking what’s ours.”

Gena spotted the group of strangers. They dashed in and out of places, taking what they could. Once they cleared out the supplies, they’d set the location on fire. Thankfully their building was composed of cement. The only things that would burn were materialistic.

She watched her men burst into the streets to protect what was theirs. She knew at that exact moment that one of the spouses was by the door, locking it to protect the families that remained in the building. Another group was on their knees, praying for the loved ones that bolted into battle.

Guns could be heard in the near distance. Multiple shots were fired through the air. Gena was usually out fighting the battle, but today she was plotting a fight of her own. Screams filled the air as bodies fell to the ground; some injured, others dead. She prayed her men did the killing. Each time Gena prayed, she laughed to herself. Old habits are hard to break. It had been ages since she held faith in her heart, for why would a loving God grant so many this horrible life. A life of misery and pain, which eventually ends in a painful death for everyone. Many people died within the first few months, most from starvation, others from trying to defend themselves. Only the strong survive. It’s not just a phrase. It’s the truth.

Alice peered over at Gena. “We need volunteers for weeding today. Everything’s looking fantastic this year, though I hope we get more rain.”

Gena smiled, throwing her thumbs up. “You got it. I’ll delve into it as soon as I go downstairs.”

Marcus stood looking through the scope of his rifle. “Our men are still standing. So far, it’s only the enemy that’s fallen.”

Gena let out a deep sigh, then lowered her head in sadness. “That’s good news. Let’s hope it remains that way. Keep me updated.”

The hallways of the old building echoed from the heel of her boots. She never used to notice factors like that, but lately, she had become fixated on them. There were so many changes from what she called the real world; things everyone took for granted were now a thing of the past. Sometimes they were haunted by glimmers of a memory. Shadows from the past constantly crept upon them, leaving them wishing this nightmare would end.

Her apartment was relatively insignificant. Most times, she felt as if a can of sardines had more room. It was home, in any case. She had made it her own over the past five years. Her windows were covered with a sheet. It gave her a sense of privacy when she was busy planning their next heist. There was a couch and a small table in this one room apartment.

She had a shelf of books she managed to gather for entertainment, most from the public library before the people destroyed it. She was proud of her collection yet saddened by the thought that no more would be written throughout time. Gena held a gift within her sight that many have lost since the world changed.

Mike knocked on her door loudly, waiting for Gena to answer. Within seconds he was invited in, soon the two were heavy in a discussion.

Gena frowned. “What do you mean there’s no access on the north side of the building?”

Mike shrugged. “That’s what they said, but here are my thoughts. If we go to the West, there’s an old entrance through the basement. We can enter there. I heard they used to keep supplies in that storage room there. It’d be worth the look, don’t you agree?”

Gena took a deep breath. “That’s brilliant. Yes! Have the men ready. We’ll go in at the first sign of light. We need to stay ahead of the others. We wouldn’t want the supplies we require to fall into their hands.”

Mike rose, walking towards the door. “I think this is it; we may have found the mother lode of supplies. If this is what I think it is, we’ll control this district. Our families will have reserves for quite a while.”

Gena undid the laces in her boots, allowing her tired feet to rest. “I hope you’re right. It would be nice to know that the security of our team was taken care of for a while. Unfortunately, I need to get some work done; I’m working on a new mission for this team. Shut the door on your way out and keep me updated, for God’s sake. I have wished for nothing but peace for this horde of soldiers. I’ll be dammed if I miss the moment that happens.”

It’s coming soon! ❤

Jupiter Rose

The Dead Eyed Man Who Kicks Down My Door

Good morning! Happy Wednesday! Just opened the curtains, how else will I see that beautiful sunrise? My day is ordinary, but I look forward to it. My PTSD is at a minimum I think my nightmares were scarce. I’m very happy about that. It’s not too often I go through a night without them.

This is one I have on a regular basis. The man with the cold eyes is at my door. I tell my child to run & hide, he does. He’s in the laundry hamper, peeking out. The man kicks down my door with no effort, his eyes are cold & dead. Before I can run he shoots me. I can feel the impact, my blood oozing as I fall to the ground. I lay dying, in pain and in shock, looking into my child’s eyes. Then I wake, and not very happy.

Today I’m working on the last 5 chapters of Genavine’s Faith, then doing a bit of writing. I’ll be working on Rise of the Scorpions Blood, chapter 6 and then Shut Your Eyes. My pen is calling, can’t leave it waiting. XOXOX


Lift your eyes

Notice what’s there

You are not alone

It follows your path

Your breath it steals

It gnaws on human bones

It shadows the darkness

Engulfing the light

It walks within your steps

one after the other

Until the fire sets

Its soul burns

It ignites the earth

Tearing the heavens from the sky

It steal the moon

A locks up the stars

To even out the fight

It’s quick on its feet

It will race throughout the night

Can you love it

Will you love it

Embrace the soul you fight.

If you go deep into the Saffron jungle, past the lush, you will enter a dark zone.

One filled with secrets. If raised, they’ll peel the flesh surrounding your naked soul. If you live, the treasure’s yours, but do you dare go where no one has survived?

Jupiter Rose

Have a beautiful day. ❤

Unknown artist

The Darkest Days Can Hold The Brightest Light

Good morning! Happy Tuesday! I’m late for an appointment didn’t even attempt to get out of bed. 😂

I want to wish you all a wonderful & successful day. XOXOX

#quotes & #poetry

Who Are The Grey?

Good morning! Happy Monday! I just want to wish you all a beautiful day. I’m having a hard time this morning. It’s all about self care today, movies, writing, comfort food and sleep. XOXOX

“I can feel the wolf’s energy roam my soul. It bites and nips but knows I lead the path.”

Jupiter Rose

Jupiter Rose