Monthly Archives: October 2015

Q&A #2

Second Q&A! Once again, based on this post by Ramexabella.

I’ll be breaking up the question sets into different posts because it’d be freakishly long otherwise. So this one is the set of questions ateenagediaryonline asked Ramexabella.

1) What is your favorite book into movie adaptation and why?

Harry Potter. This does not need to be explained.

2) Which is your favorite album ever?

Human by Three Days Grace. (By the way, I like almost all genres of music; pop, rock, metal, classical, you name it, I probably like it… Not a huge fan of country though.)

3) Who’s your role model?

I don’t really have one right now, but there are a ton of people I respect and admire very much including my best friend. In terms of poetry, Edgar Allan Poe and William Wordsworth.

4) What is your favorite quote?

I have a few. My favorite life quotes are:

  • “Don’t let people make you feel bad or guilty for living your life. It is your life. Live it the way you want.”
  • “I’ve been absolutely terrified every moment of my life–and I’ve never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.”
  • “Your present situation is not your final destination. The best is yet to come.”

My favorite poetry quote is in my About section: “Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.” William Wordsworth, Lyrical Ballads

5) What is your clothing style?

It depends how I’m feeling, but I wear a lot of white, a lot of blue, and a lot of light colors. I also wear cardigans all the time and favor lace tops and tanks. I usually wear black leggings or shorts and occasionally jeans. I guess it’s usually semi-casual, but slightly girly in a way, at least compared to how I used to dress.

6) Do you wear makeup?

Nope! I find it to be too much trouble, and I would personally rather people see my actual face and get used to that instead of a beautiful impermanent mask that isn’t really me.

7) Which is your favorite blog?

I love a lot of them though I sadly have not had time to catch up with them. Among my favorites are Blair King’s People, Life, and Things, E.I. Wong’s A Narcissist Writes Letters to Himself, Candice Louisa Daquin’s thefeatheredsleep, and In Noir Velvet.

8) Who’s your favorite youtuber?

Hm. There are way too many I like. Among my favorites are videogamedunkey, Sky Williams, jkfilms/jkparty/jknews, IISuperwomanII, Cryaotic, MyHarto, UsTheDuo, and Jayesslee. I assure you, there are many more that I love, haha.

9) What is your opinion of ’emo’ or ‘scene’ people?

I don’t have much of an opinion. Neutral? They can do what they want as long as they don’t hurt themselves or others.

10) What is the one thing you would love for Christmas?

Happiness, freedom, and love.

Thank you for reading! I’ll probably have a few more Q&As rolling out soon. If you have anything you want to ask me, click here or comment!

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Q&A #1

Hello everyone! I saw this post by Ramexabella, and I liked a lot of the questions, so I decided to answer some of them myself! I won’t call it an “award” since I wasn’t really individually nominated or anything, but it looked like it’d be a fun post to do!

I’ll be breaking up the question sets into different posts because it’d be freakishly long otherwise. So this one is the set of questions Casual Procrastinator asked Ramexabella (which I will take to answer mwahahaha):

1) What encouraged you to start your blog?

I was headed to college at the time and I wanted to try something new. I’ve always considered blogging, but wasn’t really proactive about finding a good platform for it. I also wanted a space to share my writing with others and something to motivate me to write more. I’ve grown to love blogging very much, and it has been a bigger part of my life and growth as a writer than expected, which is why I make it a priority even in the midst of my busy college life.

2) How do you personally define love?

Well this is hard. Love is a lot of things, but I think it is the ultimate happiness in life. It brings the worst pain your could feel, but if you get past that you’ll have love so strong that nothing can beat it. Wow, that was cliche. But anyway, I’ve been in love for many years, and it has been a rollercoaster but it’s so worth it. I personally believe love is the best thing you can have; it certainly keeps me going through the darkest times. This doesn’t have to be romantic love. Any source of love is precious. I guess I sort of didn’t define love, but I think love is defined differently for everyone. In general though I suppose it’s the unconditionally willingness to be loyal, to protect, to trust someone and to be by their side forever (that was more in the romantic sense, I think).

3) What is your favorite food?

Noodles of any kind, especially ramen. Thinking about all those different types of noodles makes me salivate.

4) When did you feel like your blog made it? Or are you still dubious to whether it’s worthy?

Hm. I don’t think there’s a really big “made it” moment or anything, but I can honestly say I felt like I made it when I got 1 follower, hahaha. It was amazing to me that anyone at all would want to read my writing consistently, and I was just happy that someone was interested and that maybe my words do reach people. Even if they don’t understand my poetry or interpret it the way I do, they enjoy it or maybe relate to it, and they want to keep reading. That just made me really happy.

5) What’s your favorite video game?

League of Legends is probably number one, but I also play a lot of indie games such as Bastion and FEZ. I also love Terraria, Skyrim, and Vindictus.

6) Do you own a car? What type?

I don’t own a car yet because I’m a poor college student, but I hope to have a nice Lexus someday… and then maybe a Benz when I’m older, haha.

7) How do you take your coffee?

I actually don’t like coffee… I prefer hot tea!

8) What does a blog need to have to attract you to it?

I like good, thoughtful writing or poetry. That’s number one, and number two is probably a clean or at least organized look.

9) How did you come up with your blog’s name?

blliteration is my username and All Alliteration is my blog name. I was trying to be clever. All Alliteration just sounded sort of catchy, and it alliterated which was my goal, and I thinkk my other name choices were taken. I chose the handle blliteration because it’s like alliteration but with a “b” which is the first letter of my name.

10) How long have you been blogging?

Hm. Let me find my first post. My first post was July 30th, 2015, but my first real post was July 31st, 2015. So about 2.5 months now!

Thank you for reading! I’ll probably have a few more Q&As rolling out soon. If you have anything you want to ask me, click here or comment!

Worrisome

What would it be like to not worry
Is it like cherry blossoms falling and stroking your arms,
Dew drops seeping into the grass, sliding off your feet?
Is it like touching the texture of sunny spring and lit-up summers,
Fingering the pollen falling to the cushioned ground?
Is it like the point before sleeping where all sound is smoothed over,
Dreaming of happiness and rainbows and flowers?

What would it be like to not worry
Is it like the warmth of your arm surrounding my waist,
The soothing waves of your voice ridden by only me?
Is it like the gentle of your touch, lingering on my lips,
The look in your eyes right before we kiss?
Is it like the cotton of your clothing slipping down your hips,
The radiance of your body hugging me close to your heart?

What would it be like to not worry?
I worry I’ll never feel like this.

Happy Birthday XIX

Gray shirt, gray day, gray life,
Artificial wax candles, haphazardly placed,
Blood splattered face slammed into the dust

Of the cake, cut irregularly,
With the dullest blade, bleeds its painful velvet,
Drips into a murky mess of cold lumps,

Cement in our mouths,
Cupcakes upside-down,
Fire-lit table, orange-red raging by our ears,
We hear anger and frustration in the flickers
Of the screaming wax candles.

Screaming happiness onto walls,
Meaningless in their hopeful meaning,
Achieving nothing with mere words
Regardless of volume.

The only indication of special-ness,
The blood bending in my heart and stomach,
Reminding me that I am nothing,
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

Hugs and kisses, XOX

For Eternity

If, only if,
There was nothing in the world but you.

Your dewdrop palms, dripping warmth from their cores
Rubbing calluses–reminiscent of bygones–ridding my body of troubles,
Sunrise eyes, horizon eyelids, coloring my blank universe
In their extravagant radiance, radiating better times…
Sky to chest, just fine, fingering sighing blades of grass
Wet to the touch under the stroking sunlight,

If, only if,
The world could forever freeze here.

Statue wrists, angled towards each other
Curled cement fingers aching from their stiff movement
Breaking themselves to reach out to the other,
This thick air, it smothers the cobwebbed crevices,
One too gray, one too stubborn, to each their own
But know, they don’t need anyone but each other.

If, only if,
There was nothing in the world but you
and me.

Deliberate Irregularity

The most beautiful are the most wretched,
Souls twisted around dark fingers,
Dreams melded into nightmares,
By the black wish’s torch,
Your face scorched,
But you don’t feel pain anywhere,
Though your hand, on your cheek, lingers,
Those scars painted thickly, so beautiful, so wretched.

Endless scores of tattered pages, crooked in your neck,
Stuck in the crook of your broken wrist-bone,
That old wishbone unhinging on your wall,
Deliberately irregularly,
Irregularly deliberate in it’s delivery,
Of your bygone wishes, night-dreams and all,
Your poetry of thoughts untouched, flowing unhoned,
Known to be the best when unhinged, neck crooked, a wreck.

Unyielding to the perfection the world wishes upon you,
Your frame unravels, no painted picture fits just right,
Tendrils and spirals too deliberately chaotic,
Fingers of paint can’t reach inside,
Won’t abide.
Swirls loop turning the sane psychotic,
Nothing will stop you in your imperfect perfect plight,
You, unyielding to the perfection, correction the world wishes upon,

Blank Verse, Blank Eyes

Her life means nothing after death; departs.
You watch her, staring, silent vibrato.
Feign sorrow, pain and wear “suits of woe” but
Your sadness, half-hearted, means little now.

Defeated now, her motion gone, her eyes,
They’re dark, filled bottom up with empty light.
Your suitcase set, you’re good to go: depart,
Not like you threw away her heart; goodbye.