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June 19, 2015

Checking Up

For those of you who are wondering why I have taken some unannounced time off, I would like to inform you that it is because vacation gets a little crazy. Before you know it you are whirling around exploring new places, stranded without wi-fi, meeting up with relatives, and so much more. I feel absolutely awful that I have not been around in quite some time, but I hope to be slamming you guys with some writing very shortly… I’ve got a friend graduating high school which means college is coming, elderly relatives who want to hear what I am really up to, and tons more!

Thank you to all of you who have continued to stick with me through my irregular schedule, and bearing with my writing just the same. It’s a pleasure to be able to share what I’ve written with all of you. In the mean time, here is a 6 word story that hit me the other day:

“That is supposed to be us!”

May 2, 2015

S-M-O-K-E

I had always associated him with the smell of smoke.

Whether it be from the north end of town from the old factory

Or the bar where cigars were lit on the daily

Or my grandparents’ library where ash trays could easily be found

Something about the way he spoke

And the grip he had on me

Reminded me all too much of a strange addiction

To that of puffing lungs

And the creation of smokey air.

April 27, 2015

He lies to the girl…

He lies to the girl that is a believer.

The girl that reads fantasy and imagines worlds.

Worlds that are so unlike her own.

And he plays her for a fool.

Her fantasy has made her believe in others.

Very few are bad to her and the world is a good place.

Little does she know, he couldn’t care less.

Soon her playful blue eyes are clouded by tears.

The cluelessness of fairytales lives in her.

But now the dragon has come to stay.

Fired up and scared of any human.

All because the boy told lies.

This poem is dedicated to a dear friend of mine who fell for a boy before time could tell her he was more trouble than he was worth. Thank you emilyseye.com for the photo!

 

March 29, 2015

c o m e b a c k

If  I  ever  make  it  out alive  ,  that  is  to  say  ,   I  get  out  of  this  bloody  war  in  one  piece  ,   I  will  learn  to  play  the  piano  .  It  is  not  until  you  see  a  grenade  go  off  ,  or  watch  your  best  friend  part  with  you  that  you  know there  is  nothing  more  valuable  than  the  time  we are  given  on  earth  .  So  when  I  go  back  home  ,  after  all  this  is  over  ,  I   vow  to  sit  down  and  live  a  dream  I’ve  waited  years  to  live  .  To  hear  music  flood  my  brain  like  I’ve  imagined  while  hearing  gunshots  instead  .  I  will  c o m e  b a c k  and  learn  to  play  .

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© Kacey Writes

February 16, 2015

Food, Glorious Food

My Sweet Readers,

I hope all has been well with you. I haven’t been great with keeping up with my writing, but I have something cool to share! Being the semi-beginning of the new year, I’ve decided I am going to record everything I eat for an entire year down to every sip of soda and handful of tortilla chips. I won’t be posting that because, well, this isn’t a food blog. But if I share anything food related… Just beware that might be happening. I know some people do this to lose weight, but I am genuinely just curious. Again, I am anti-anorexia and all eating disorders honestly. This is turning into a bit of a PSA, so I think I’m going to wrap it up there!

See you through the screen, darlings!

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© Kacey Writes

December 6, 2014

I’m Back…

To all of you who follow me, or for anyone out there who cares about what I have to say… I went on hiatus for a while, but unannounced which was probably not the cleverest thing I have yet to do. I am back though. Ready to share my thoughts, and just write. I had some things going on in my life, but I have managed to make a full recovery. I hope what I say has meaning for some of you, any of you. Thank you thank you!

-Kacey Writes