I was out of town
Out of sight
But not tonight
Finished my last story
To explore
The realm of glee
To not have sad endings
Do dream of modes of degrees of
Lucid dreams of reality
Only to wake up
Buttercup
To horror reality of
Whats up
With life
As we strive
Live
Laugh
Cry
Play
Work
Away
Everyday
I will turn on
YouTube to
Watch a horror movie
Groovy
Not as scary
As watching the news today
Leave it be
You say to me
So bound in the eyes
Of trying
Peace
So not so scary
In my room
Of colors
Of the rainbow
Peace out of the house
More peace in my room
To write
To paint
To sing
Bing Bing
Good night
Sweet dreams tonight
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Vicki Lawana Trusselli
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I am a storyteller. This is where memory meets mysticism, music, multi-media, video, paranormal, rebellion, art, and life.
I nursing, business, & journalism in college. I worked in the film & music industry in LA, CA.
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HEX TO HACKERS
Guys, I created this today on my cell and my older because I am hardheaded and too old for this shit. Whoever dd this wanted to shut me down. I need my other bread and butter to my social security. Excuse the language, but hey, I am being nice compared to what I wanted to say. PEACE OUT!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 5 months ago in Poets
AUGUST 1976
I was listening to some reaction videos on the internet the other day when I "re-discovered" one of THE greatest and uniquely American songs I have ever had the pleasure of hearing. I forgot that Arlo Guthrie comes from a sturdy stock of great folklorists-namely his father Woody Guthrie. I associate Arlo with "Alice's Restaurant", so much so that I forgot he is an exceptional storyteller in his own right.
By Victor Mendez3 days ago in Poets
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I love how you move from playful to reflective, with that fun twist about horror movies vs. the news.