Melissa Ingoldsby
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Underrated Love songs (And a few extra). Top Story - May 2021.
In these crazy and uncertain times, where face masks are the requirement (or at least highly recommended) to go out and isolation isn’t all self imposed now, in the horrors of the Covid-19 Pandemic squelching our semblance of peace and security by even just stopping by the grocery store—- my recommendation is something that may seem trivial but it can be cathartic: love songs. This brings you back to a simpler time, but also a very complicated one. Being a teenager. All of your teenage angst. And the romance it brought up! Here is mine----along with my original writer's findings that this article had sought to relay.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Beat
Depression Beats
After 2011,(I was eleven years old) I had gone into sporadic bursts of depression and being completely anti-social. My family was a bit split up, yet we all still lived together. I felt a bit cast out, yet I was still there, eating at the dinner table with everyone.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Beat
achromatic
I Am Not. I feel colorless sometimes. I am not a magical thing, or a work of art for you to gawk at, I won't mask up, I won't color up my gray--- no, my achromatic feelings for you they are here, they are drained already, and when I finally can do something (that makes me feel fulfilled) to show a little bit of something like a different little hue, then I might be inclined to show you the side of me I only show to my mirror the achromatic light and dark shadows I drown in and also live in. Achromatic; living without color does not mean you have no brilliance but it does suggest a life lived listlessly but mine isn't---it is lived passionately through my colorless days and my dream filled ones, a labyrinth of memories and nightmares, fresh pains and old tears, I am not just those things But I am everything, something without shadow and sound and without fear--- I am not
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Poets
Black Rainbow
I was born first in loamy soil: dark pitch black mixed with sandy peach and browns; I was completely drenched in life. Uneasy with the sun drenched creations it bore, I sunk into the deeper reaches of the earth to find the hue that matched my vibration, and the grays,
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Poets
The Vocal Blue-Pencil Forum (via Facebook)
Hello, Vocal fam! So, perusing through a daily article or two, I realized through learning of a new Vocal support group(below) and through my own published and unpublished works——sometimes I make mistakes. Okay, sometimes I make a lot of mistakes! I don’t usually like to edit my own work. Usually I will skim over it once or twice, and be so exited to publish, I’d miss at least a couple of things!
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 years ago in Humans
