My plan for this summer is to write a wattpad story. I'm not in the mood to work on my drama Romance in France, but I do feel like writing a teen fiction. Hey, Jose! is a coming of age story taking place in Guam. It is
Showing posts with label love story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love story. Show all posts
Saturday, June 13, 2015
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Cotangents*of Yevgeny
One of my poems has been published on a site!
Cotangents of Yevgeny
-a teenage love story
Johanna Salinas
Part 1
Dec. 20, 2012
“I hope the
apocalypse
will be as pretty as
you!”
Yevgeny shouts
as he forgets
himself into the
brown ankle deep
puddle
he insists is a pond.
His Queen, Yudina,
blushes
a rosy bouquet as
her virginal
heart snaps
this moment into
her Memory Museum.
Please Yevgeny,
please
don’t break her
virginal
heart. Dang it!
Get yourself out
of the mud and
into her love!
Do it now
before she realizes
what a total loser
you are.
Do it now
before the earth
caves in
with the stars.
Part 2
Dec. 21, 2012
“Welcome to the
nightmare!”
Yevgeny sang as he
hid from the future
under a pile of dead
leaves,
but lost himself
in the darkness
of a vacuum
of beautiful things.
Dec. 22, 2012
“I dreamed
we were dead,”
Yudina breathed.
“And I remember being
so happy.”
Part 3
A Letter to Yevgeny From His Queen
Dear Goofball,
Somewhere in heaven,
an angel must be
fainting from madness
because I made a wish
on the constellation
of pimples below your
eyes.
Because tossing
well-earned money
down a well
just isn’t enough
to contain my
adoration of YOU.
Killing those dumb
dinosaurs
couldn’t have said it
more.
Streets graffiti me
with neon and traffic
but all I know is
you.
All I see is your
silvery surprised blink
as I dance along to
the parade song
stuck in your head.
Somewhere a village
is being deprived
of an idiot because
I wished for you.
*the opposite of a tangent
Labels:
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Monday, February 11, 2013
Swag Hag Poem
My throat’s all scratched from this screaming I’ve done
My diaphragm is all rubbery from these animal calls
But I carry on until you answer my distresses
O Captain, o Captain! Take me away from these generic hoes
I’m too swag for this ghetto
These bitches be hatin’ but you were always mine for the takin’
So take me now—like I did you…
Please. We’re friends. We’ve partied together and cried together.
I even bought you taco bell.
Take me away on your disco stick because
This club can’t handle me and my electric sex pants
What good is your love when just our chakras touch…
I need your grasp, I need your smell…and your sexy, dramatic stare
Captain, my Captain, you may not be fly like Kanye
And I may not be glam like Beyoncé,
But this club can’t handle us right now
this poem is for my poetry class. please tell me how I can make it better :)
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
a free verse for my poetry class
It was Yevgeny
I woke up in your dream
At first I didn’t really mind
just swimming in your sound
kissing your freckled heArt
dancing through your museum of memories
Is the DANGER talking to me again?
Don’t listen to it, don’t listen to it...
the DANGER told me to suck the gun
to melt the bullet with my bones
I try to look at you to bring me back
but sanity is already fed up with my bull
doesn’t want me to return to the norm
These dented sunglasses distorts my view of you
Efforts and sweat to stay bland, I’ve failed
I’m the most unique piece of crap I know
Woop dee freaking doo
the DANGER laughs at my crazy
the DANGER becomes my crazy
I AM THE DANGER
I am the murder of this elegant museum
this isn’t paint on my palms
this isn’t remorse in my eyes
I see you in the crevice of the heArt
Nooo! Nooo! My innocence cries as my inner bitch dies
I’m sorry, nooo
But it wasn’t you dammit
it was freaking Yevgeny
This poem is for my poetry class. Please comment for any suggestions. :)
I woke up in your dream
At first I didn’t really mind
just swimming in your sound
kissing your freckled heArt
dancing through your museum of memories
Is the DANGER talking to me again?
Don’t listen to it, don’t listen to it...
the DANGER told me to suck the gun
to melt the bullet with my bones
I try to look at you to bring me back
but sanity is already fed up with my bull
doesn’t want me to return to the norm
These dented sunglasses distorts my view of you
Efforts and sweat to stay bland, I’ve failed
I’m the most unique piece of crap I know
Woop dee freaking doo
the DANGER laughs at my crazy
the DANGER becomes my crazy
I AM THE DANGER
I am the murder of this elegant museum
this isn’t paint on my palms
this isn’t remorse in my eyes
I see you in the crevice of the heArt
Nooo! Nooo! My innocence cries as my inner bitch dies
I’m sorry, nooo
But it wasn’t you dammit
it was freaking Yevgeny
This poem is for my poetry class. Please comment for any suggestions. :)
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Her realization- a poem
After painting your
love for her in long letters,
Thinking she'll never
love you back, She weeps into
her pillow wondering what could have
(this was supposed to be a tanka, please comment if I did it wrong)
love for her in long letters,
Thinking she'll never
love you back, She weeps into
her pillow wondering what could have
(this was supposed to be a tanka, please comment if I did it wrong)
Monday, August 6, 2012
It needs love- a poem by me
It needs
love
Rock star
from another dimension
Trapped
inside a clown costume
Tall and
dark and broken but
He’s been
painted bright and jolly
But the
make-up can’t cover his woe
Or his
battle wounds
He needs
something beautiful
He needs
something great
Something he
doesn’t know
He just
stares at the big Ferris and
Waits for
something—anything to lighten his darkness
Breathing in
the carnival lights, exhaling the nicotine
Then he
noticed her
Gentle and
mature…beautifully weird
So he
followed her to see what she’s about
To
understand her soft gaze and her sweet way
To taste her
soul and feel her beauty
He wanted
her
He needed
her
Labels:
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ghosts,
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horror,
love,
love story,
original,
poem,
poetry,
romance,
suspense
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
"Treat Her Right" Book Review
Treat Her Right by
Lori Foster reminded me of the Marla Singer-Narrator Jack relationship of Fight Club. In Treat
Her Right, single –dad Zack is an average all-American man who becomes
captivated by his kooky neighbor Wynn.
Wynn is arrogant in a beautiful way—she lets her emotions get the best
of her. She’s large and has messy hair,
but Zack can’t help his attraction toward her.
It sort of repulses him that he finds her beautiful. It’s almost like how in Fight Club how Jack can’t help but dwell on Marla Singer. Both Jack and Zack become fixated by women
they want to dislike.
This story was funny and a quick read.
5 out of 5 stars
Saturday, June 23, 2012
Caught in the Act Book Review
Lori Foster's Caught in the Act is about an undercover cop, Mick, who falls in love with a suspense writer, Delilah. He's been watching her pass his favorite cafe and when he finally gets the courage to approach her, some jerk tried to shoot her. Mick took a bullet for her which lead to Delilah kissing him. The writing style was pretty good, everything was described beautifully and really painted itself in my mind. I like how their love is so true, but I didn't like how they fell in love fast -- a little too fast for my taste. I'd have preferred if their love started off small or unnoticed and then slowly grew. I also didn't like how Delilah goes on like being a published writer isn't a big deal. She is a bit of an enigma. I remember the noting in my eBook that she was a sexy version of Annie Wilkes (the enigma from Misery). Delilah's delicate and feminine, but she's a sucker for danger. Overall, I give this story 3.5 out of 5.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
It's About Time Novella Review
This story was featured in the Bad Boys of Summer novella collection.
Erin McCarthy's It's About Time is about a prosecutor named Trish who believes that she's incapable of being loved. She shares a pleasant commiseration with a lonely drunk at a bar. They share their hearts to each other and reveal things they're afraid of admitting to themselves. This was a fast read and it was perfectly paced. It's About Time is a hilarious examination of modern love. It is well-written and I'd love to read more of Erin McCarthy's work. Overall 4/5 stars.
Saturday, June 16, 2012
The Secret Life of Bryan Book Review
Lori Foster's novel the Secret Life of Bryan is a modern romance between two people pretending to be things they're not. A bounty hunter disguised as a preacher falls for a woman of high society who's pretending to be a hooker. This novel is funny and so real. It made me think about the problems within a community. We mostly think about the world at large because it's just so mainstream, but overlook the problems close by because they've become our norms. This novel is so well-written and a quick read. I finished it within five days. 4.5 out of 5 stars!
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