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Guest author: Vashti Quiroz-Vega – The Fall of Lilith
7 AugI’m a guest author at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo! She’s featuring my new release, The Fall of Lilith. Please stop by her blog and check it out. Thank you!
Hello everyone! I’m so happy to be here at Sue’s blog. Thanks for inviting me, Sue!
My name is Vashti Quiroz-Vega and I’m a writer of Fantasy, Horror and Thriller. If you enjoy reading short stories in those genres and poetry you can do so on my blog, The Writer Next Door | Vashti Q. I’m here today to tell you a little about myself and to introduce my new novel, The Fall of Lilith.
I began reading, writing and storytelling early. In elementary school I drew pictures and wrote stories in comic book form and sold them for a quarter a piece. I grew up in a religious home, attended a religious private school and went to church regularly with my parents. I read many religious books. I also enjoyed fairy tales and mythology and devoured many of these types of books. I’ve always been curious about…
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There’s Beauty in Sad Things
30 MarHello everyone! I came across this beautiful poem on my friend Fran’s blog Fran Rose Writes and I had to share it.
Francine Rose Hirst is a charismatic and talented writer and poet. Visit her blog and read more of her poems and interesting posts about powerful and influential events in her life.
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Spring‘s Bleeding Heart
by Francine Rose Hirst
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Spring evokes excitement.
I smell Spring.
I breathe Spring.
And yet.
Spring evokes sadness.
I remember good times.
I cry.
Spring evokes haunting.
Carefree days.
City lights at night.
Spring evokes life.
I watch as an outsider.
A hidden being.
Spring evokes love.
Too much.
I hurt.
Spring evokes passion.
Wasted.
Let me be.
Spring evokes hope.
It has no right.
Set me free.
Spring evokes kisses.
Sweet longing at night.
Mornings alone.
Spring evokes images of you.
Your life.
Shared so freely.
Spring please be over.
I can’t bare it.
Any longer.
My heart bleeds.
Spring’s joy is not mine.
This time.
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What does Spring evoke for you? Do you have memories that haunt you? What is your happiest memory?
Guest Author Vashti Quiroz-Vega
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Beautiful Poems
1 SepHello! Welcome to my blog. My name is Vashti for those of you that do not know me. I love art, creativity and beauty, and I know these come in many forms. In my quest to build my author platform I have met and befriended a group of incredibly talented individuals. Writers, poets, artists and even singers who are masterful at what they do. I feel blessed to have found them and I would be selfish if I kept the beauty, artistry and creativeness of their craft all to myself.
So from time to time I will be featuring art, writings and music along with my own work on this blog. I guarantee you will enjoy every bit of it.
In today’s post I will feature a very talented poet Dr. Archit Srivastava. The two poems featured here are powerful and will enthrall you. They are saturated in beauty and intensity. They become more pleasing every time you read them. Dr. Srivastava writes with the pen name Archwordsmith, he began writing at the tender age of ten, and is currently single.
Dr. Archit Srivastava –
“I am a doctor by profession, still fresh in this field and a poet by
heart. I easily get affected by the ills of society and pour out my
empathy in form of words. I believe that poetry isn’t mere rhyming of
words but an energy with infinite potential to change this world.”
The butchering goddess
She stared at her womb,
Eyes greedy; gleaming,
A smile she offered,
Inside joyously screaming,
Gleefully motioned,
To the opposite chair,
The father apprehensive,
Mother in morbid fear,
She was now a master,
She read them well,
Mind wandering to greens,
Dreamt her fortunes swell,
He spoke in hushes,
She responded in affirmation,
Planned together,
A heinous operation,
She worked out a deal,
Like a vegetable vendor,
Smiled in hell, the Satan,
As her soul surrendered,
Reached they an agreement,
The doomsday was set,
Her thirst for the blood,
Drowned her regret.
Came the day of devil,
He brought her ready,
She handed reassurances,
Her demeanor steady,
The nurse prepped up the OT,
As she put on the gloves,
The angels began wailing,
In the skies above,
She walked in to butcher,
To feast on her sin,
As the nurse shut the chamber,
Cordoning of the din,
She peaked on adrenaline,
In that house of slaughter,
Cutting of the cord,
Of yet another daughter,
And when out she stepped,
Her hands were sparkling clean,
But clean weren’t those eyes,
Bloodied, remorselessly gleamed,
The father stood relieved,
His burden was disposed,
Handed over the niceties,
Like she had proposed,
And when she returned home,
Cuddled up her daughter,
She had forgotten the blood,
Forgotten the slaughter.
Not a tear of regret fell,
Not a hint of remorse,
As she slept content with self,
Her lust screaming for more.
~Archwordsmith
The last letter
Silent is the night,
But I fear it won’t last,
Waiting for the calm,
To be shattered by a blast,
So sad, so deplorable,
This heaven is now a hell,
I walk around clutching the death,
Waiting for dropping shells.
I look at the skies,
I feel so alone,
Thinking of you my love,
I wish I could be home,
I wish in were my arm,
Not death but my life,
I dread the fact that I may,
Never kiss you dear wife.
I walk along the fences,
The barbed wires say,
Your life is more bloodied,
Than we ever may,
And yes, you may have,
Love waiting back somewhere,
Tangled in our world of hate,
You’ll never feel that care.
I focus in the dark,
For shadows that may move,
My grip tightens on trigger,
But I still think of you,
Torn like a piece of paper,
Between this love and war,
I wish for you the smiles,
Ready to take the scars.
Oh there goes the enemy,
His canons breathing fire,
The deafening boom simply strokes,
All my hidden desires,
The sky is lightning up,
As I run to take cover,
If I come back in pieces,
Well I’ll still be your lover.
~Archwordsmith
Please click on the links below to connect with Dr. Archit Srivastava and to read more of his work.
http://archwordsmiths.blogspot.in/
http://loveizcomplicated.blogspot.in/
Bullied
24 MayHello! Welcome to my blog. My name is Vashti Quiroz-Vega, for those of you visiting for the first time. I am a writer of Fantasy, Suspense and Thrillers. I do, however, have a tendency to mix a little Romance, horror or humor (among other genres) into my stories.
I love art, creativity and beauty, and I know these come in many forms. In my quest to build my author platform, I have met and befriended a group of incredibly talented individuals. Writers, poets, artists and even singers who are masterful at what they do. I feel blessed to have found them, and I would be selfish if I kept the beauty, artistry and creativeness of their craft all to myself.
So for the next few weeks I will be featuring their art, writings and music along with my own work on this blog. I guarantee you will enjoy every bit of it.
In today’s post I will feature the poet and writer Adrianna Joleigh. She wrote the poem “Bullied” specifically for my novel The Basement. I am honored and grateful for it.
Bullied
Raped from prosperities
Bleeding tears rain
Hopelessness infuriates
Self-loathing remains
No reason to wake up
No reason to smile
No reason to feel
I am worthwhile.
Surrounded by hate,
And I don’t know why.
Wanting only to be loved.
Vulnerable to their lies.
Why am I not perfect?
Why am I not pretty?
Why am I too fat?
I Wallow in self-pity.
Repeated struggles
to end my misery.
Hating the image I see.
Who here would miss me?
—A. Joleigh
How A Bully Is Made
Bullying is a serious issue that is faced by many people. Bullies have existed since the beginning of time, as have the victims who have suffered from bullying. The age-old question is, What makes a bully act like a bully?
Do bullies really enjoy making another person miserable or causing them pain? What do they get out of striking fear in the heart of another? Are they inherently evil? You may be surprised by the answers to these questions.
Bullies do not fit into a neat little box. There’s no doubt that evil people live among us. There are those who relish the pain of others and take pleasure in causing distress or harm. However, most bullies are not monsters. So why do they act like monsters?
Bullies are often people who have been bullied or abused themselves, and they cast blame upon others for the bad things in their lives.
People who feel their home life is out of control and they’re not listened to or valued by their family may feel the need to hold positions of power. Such a person may become a boss and gain power by dominating his or her employees, operating on the principle that being feared is the way to gain respect.
A teenager who is constantly berated by a parent or older sibling may feel the need to do the same to others, just so he or she won’t feel like the only victim.
A child who is physically abused at home comes to view violence as normal.
Sometimes, there is no obvious explanation, except perhaps that the bully is a mean and cruel person who only feels good when causing others harm.
~Vashti Quiroz-Vega
The Basement is available in amazon and Barnes & Nobles (iBooks, Kindle, Nook)
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