Prompt 1: Message in a Bottle

“While at the beach you decide to write a message in a bottle. What would it say. Who would you like to find it?”

To a stranger:

If you are reading this – hell, if you can read this – then this message in a bottle actually worked. I don’t know who you are nor do you know me. But I hope whoever you are, you find some comfort in these words. Or you could find them meaningless. I want you to know that you are not alone. You might be going through a rough time right now. You might want to say fuck the world because you keep getting knocked down. But don’t. It will be better. It will. I promise. And yes, I sound like a Hallmark card but I mean it. It will get better. This right here, whatever you are going through is just a bump in the road. Things will get better. You’ll see. So just hang in there. Just breathe. Just live. Take it one step at a time and see what happens. it might surprise you. And another thing, I know that you are a stranger but even though I don’t know you, I love you.

Sincerely,

Keely Reeves

I Wish (A Poem)

I wish you knew how every time I hear that song, I die a little more.

I wish you knew that there are movies that I can’t watch anymore because we watched them together.

I wish you knew that sometimes I catch myself thinking about you and it takes me hours to forget you again.

I wish you knew that sometimes I see that black velvet box with the diamond ring and haunts me.

I wish I knew that I hear your voice everytime someone calls me “sweetie.” But then I look and it’s never you.

I wish you knew how hard it is sometimes to not dial your number. I still have it memorized even now.

I wish you knew that breathing is hard when I see photos of you on social media and you seem so happy.

I wish you knew that I finally made it to London and saw Big Ben. I took a picture to send to you and then remembered. . .

I wish you knee that I donated the dishes we bought together. You know the ones with the blue flowers.

I wish you knew I changed my hair color back to brown because I couldn’t stand to see the red hair you said always looked like flames.

I wish you knew how much I have grown and changed in the years since you left.

I wish you knew that I still think about you every day but I have to move on.

I wish you knew that my dreams are slowly coming true. Without you.

I wish I knew if you missed me.

-K

Starry-Eyed (A Poem)

She comes in

like a heavy fog

over green,

green hills,

slow and steady

as the sun rises

in the east,

breaking into

blues and oranges.

She walks like

A cheetah,

Each step placed

With purpose,

Graceful and poised

But ready at a

Moment’s notice

To speed off

And save the day.

Her voice is

Like water,

Calm and cool,

Soothing all hurts

And easing

all sorrows,

But ready to rage

And rush like a

Waterfall.

In her eyes she

Holds the universe,

Eyes sparkling with

The stars

Like diamonds

And with the

Knowledge of all

Those who came

Before her.

-K

Love Is. . . (A Poem)

Love is

Slipping on a bottle

And then right as

You regain your balance,

Slipping on a rug,

Crashing to the hard,

Cold ground.

Love is

When you fall,

Sometimes there is

That cold hard ground

And you end up bruised

And broken

And maybe sometimes

A little bloody.

Love is

When there is no fall

Instead there is a warm hand

Yanking you back up

And a soft encouraging smile

Telling you

“Get back up. You can do it.

I believe in you.”

Love is

When you ride on

A rollercoaster

And you rush up the hill

To the very top

And you feel as though

You can touch the sun

And moon and stars.

Then you go rushing down

And down

And down

And you scream,

You are both afraid and happy.

Love is

That fuzzy butterfly feeling

In your stomach

Right after the hill

Of the rollercoaster,

That you enjoy and hate.

Love is

Everything

And nothing

All at once.

Love is

Unpredictable

Unforgivable

Terrifying

Exhilarating

Love is

Like a rollercoaster

It has it’s ups and downs

But sometimes

Love can be amazing.

-K

Apple (A Poem)

They ask me why

I bite into the apple

They believe the lies

That the snake seduced me

That I was tricked

And then banished

My lover and I out of

Paradise

The truth is

There was no snake

It was him

My lover

He wanted the apple

But the moment

He was caught

He blamed me

He forced my mouth open

And shoved a piece

Of the apple inside

I did not want it

I only wanted

To gaze upon

The beauty the gods

Had bestowed upon

Us lowly humans

But my lover was greedy

He wanted the knowledge,

The power

So he took the apple

But I was the one

Who was punished

By the great thunder god

But the wife of the god

Let me keep all the knowledge

And that is why

I will no longer

Trust man

For he bite into

The apple

And I was blamed

Betrayed

Broken

And history

Repeats itself

Everyday

Man blames woman

But fear not, my sisters

For I am Eve

And we may have

Not wanted the apple

But it’s power

We have

Forever

-K

If Life Was A Comic Book

Sometimes I wish life was like a comic book. I look around and the while world is a bloody mess. We have a president who has a government shut down for 35 days over a wall. We have clubs, concerts, newspapers and schools being shot up. We have people afraid of cops. We have women whose rights over their body’s is being threatened. We have this fear of a terrorist attack. We act like a another shooting is normal. That all the death and despair is normal. I look around and it’s just so much horribleness. It’s sad. It makes me angry.

But it life was a comic book. . . .

Captain America would have our president gone, shielding us and showing us and the world what the United States really is. He and Superman would team up and raise everyone’s spirits, uncovering all the corruption. Tell the world that this is not who we are. We are better than the people you see in our government.

Batman would end all the gun violence with one single Batarang. Or perhaps the Punisher would show the criminals how to really use a gun.

Spiderman and Daredevil would stop muggings and robberies while little boys and girls look on with wonder.

The Runaways would come to classes and show that sometimes family is more than blood. That sometimes you have to stand up to your family.

Teen Titans and Young Avengers would show all the awkward teenagers that hey, they can change the world too.

Wonder Woman and Black Widow would fight not for women’s rights, but for everyone’s rights, with their team right beside them.

The LGBTQ community wouldn’t have to worry about being persecuted because heroes like Batwoman, Midnighter, Northstar, Wiccan, Hulking, The Question, Thunder and Constantine would proudly stand up with their respective partners, proudly showing their rainbow colors. With no shame. Teenagers all around would see these heroes being out and proud and they wouldn’t be afraid anymore of being gay, lesbian, queer or transgender.

If life was a comic book, sure there would a Darkseid or Thanos but at the end, we would know that the Justice League and the Avengers have our backs. They will protect us.

Life isn’t a comic book but sometimes that’s what we need to believe. Sometimes we need to step out of reality and into fiction and see that there is a happy ending. It might take a few issues and cliffhangers but we’ll get there.

We need that hope in a world like ours. We need to know that there are heroes doing their best to help us. And sometimes, we need to realize that there’s a little bit of a hero inside all of us.

-K

Random Writings From My Phone

I am not who you want me to be nor will ever be.

You can dig your nails in, scratch and claw like a bird with a worm.

But you can not change me.

***
The characters that I create are splintered pieces of my soul.

They are pieces of me that hide, pieces of me that no one sees.

***

Someone told me once that the kindest people can become the most deadly.

That the sweetest can become the most bitter.

Of course I didn’t realize they were talking about me.

***

“What’s your favorite part of the 21st century so far?”

“You.”

“No. Really. Be serious.”

“I am. My favorite part is you. You don’t see Captain America. You see me, Steve. The artist. That kid from Brooklyn. I’ve been awake for 6 months but it’s only these past few weeks with you that I’ve really felt alive.”

***

“When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow morning. I need…I need to knlw who I am.”

“Be careful. Okay?”

“Of course.” “What’s this?”

“My lucky bracelet. Thought you could use it. Plus I don’t want you to forget me, Mishka.”

“Like I ever could.”

***

You have a beautiful smile they say or they say you should smile more

So I nod and give another smile, like I’m not brittle inside, like a dying leaf

Keep on smiling, all wide and toothy

Like a commerical for a toothpaste, That says use this and you’ll have a beautiful smile too

I smile until I feel like my face is stuck like that, like my face is going to crack and shatter into a million little pieces

Like that old wives tale

This smile is false, Carved on my face

And no matter what,

It nevers seems to fall

It never dims

It’s an illusion

This smile

But you can’t tell

So you say I have a beautiful smile

While inside I’m crying and slowly dying inside

***

You are crooked glasses, always sliding down your nose.

You are patterned leggings and baggy sweaters over sports bras.

You are messy hair to your shoulders or up in a perpetually falling bun.

You are ink and paint stained fingers.

You are a towering pile of notebooks with it’s own code.

You are the scrambling search for a notebook and scratching down ideas before they fade.

You are the canvas that one day will be filled.

You are dark brown eyes that gleam either black or gold.

You are bright blue eyeliner and red lipstick.

You are mismatched jewelry, leather and silver and gemstones.

You are a brilliant smile and kind eyes but a quick tongue.

You are well-placed one liners that make people laugh.

You are…me.

***

Hope you enjoyed my random drabbles! I write on my phone sometimes on Samsung notes. I thought I would share some random poems and dialogue for a Captain America fanfiction and such!

-K

Starting a Podcast (One Day)

I have been thinking about starting a podcast. It’s an idea that’s been brewing in my head since DC. I think it’d be fun and well different.

What would my podcast be about?

Honestly it’d probably be like this blog. A sporadic sampling of my life, thoughts, opinion, ideas, hopes and dreams. It’d be most likely unscripted which if done right could be cool or terrible.

I was doing some research a few months ago. It seems that it’s sort of half and half on if people like scripted or not scripted podcasts. Some people like when the episode has a plan and they don’t want to hear some stranger ramble about their life. But some people do like that. It depends on the audience.

I found a lot of podcasts that are popular that I need to start listening to. Get an idea of different types pf podcasts. Podcasts are becoming a huge deal – sort of like blogs were when I had my first blog on Weebly. That’s something I want to break in to.

So what do I need to do? First, listen to some podcasts. I have an entire list. Time to listen! I like listening to NPR in the mornings even though I don’t like the news so I might like a few podcasts.

Second, who is my target audience? What will my podcast mostly be about? Even if it’s unscripted there needs to be at least some idea of what the podcast is about.

Third, come up with a name and a cover for the podcast. Do I want to use the same name as this blog “The Inner Workings?” Or do I need something more quirky and attention catching? I’ve been thinking about having like a persona on it too by using one of my nicknames.

My nicknames are: Keke, Keels, Artemis (or Artie) and Jinx.

If I do go with a “persona” which nickname. Should I base the name of the podcast off that?

As you can tell I have a lot of work to do. My question(s) for you is:

  1. Which nickname should I use?
  2. Do you have any podcasts to recommend?
  3. Do you have any ideas for podcasts names?
  4. Be creative and have fun!!

Anyways that’s me for the day! Keeping up with this streak!

-K