Maybe

 

We’re living in a fantasy world

yes its true.

people can not be that cruel

for every evil, there’s a love

therefore we do not need what is up above

we can save ourselves by ourselves.

Tv, will give us real life situations and we’ll think they’re answers to our real life problems

instagram will tell us to be hotter or skinnier

so we eat air and crowd our face with with colorful acne boosters

that’s how we save ourselves.

But see that only works but so much.

deep down will be this depression, oppression and suppression

deep down we will feel hindered from true happiness. peace and joy.

And thats when we should realize that the world really IS that cruel

and our people are not really that true.

yea, in this flat world, there is a lot of love,

but we actually do need Him to save us, Him up above.

maybe you live in a fantasy world, but I don’t.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Words Left Unsaid

While you’re sitting on your bed, gazing for miles at nothing, thinking about how you feel about your one true love, he is actually  blowing your phone up like hell.

He doesn’t know what is was that set you off during your disagreement last night.

But answer me this.

What is there to gain by not telling him how you felt when he stormed out of the over crowded grocery store last night?

If anything he’ll do it again and think you’re ok with it. Or worse, he’ll think you don’t care.

Then, as the cherries begin to blossom, you’ll wonder why the daily bouquet of flowers stopped arriving at your desk at the firm.

You’ll start to notice how many friday nights he spends with his sexist group of guys and how he hasn’t asked you on a date in over 30 days.

Your days will become crowded with unpleasing and unnecessary  tasks that you begin around your cold and lonely studio. You have to do something to fill all the time that you now have. So why not scrub the kitchen floor with your ghost boyfriends tooth brush with sad country music playing in the background?

When you leave things left unsaid the worst is yet to come.

And the best is yet to leave.

 

 

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Why Worry

Why do I worry about what people think so much?

Why did I hesitate to wear a wig to a wedding? (Because I had seen the guests before hand and I didn’t want to weird them out)

But why do I care if I weird people out? who’s to say that’ll even happen?

If I want to do something why don’t I Just do it?

What is it about other people whom I don’t even know that makes me care about their opinions?

why seek approval from complete strangers?

I guess I’m just afraid of looking like a joke.

But I’m pretty sure no one is going to look at me as a joke. Except for me. Which is twisted.

Why am I my worst enemy?

How do I not love my own skin that I am in?

What happened to the confident elementry school girl who rose her hand for every answer in class even when they were wrong?

That girl got made fun of for having a flat chest once she hit 7th grade.

That girl was told by a fellow classmate that the acne on her face looked like several different worlds and planets on her face.

That girl started staying in the shadows trying hard not to be seen like an abused kid making little to no movement the abuser was around.

So why worry?

So the abuse won’t srart again.

 

Time Doesn’t Love You

screenshot_2017-01-04-15-05-512And as you stand there, on the cold tile floor looking at your immaculate reflection in the misty mirror,  I see your smile slowly start to dissappear as your reflection becomes more clear.

I know what you are thinking.  Another birthday has gone by,  you won’t look as good as me.

Baby I don’t care. The way you smell rocks my world. That’s what attracted me to you in the first place. Had I seen you in my human life I would have admired your perfect jaw line and bone structure. Or maybe the way your curly chocolate hair lays on your broad shoulders.  Oh I could go on.  My point is,  all i am really attracted to,  besides your wonderful personality of course is your scent. Of course, if I turn you,  there will be no reason to love you.

I’m tired of seeing perfect looking 200year Olds.  I think crows feet at the corners of the eyes are super hot.  I want you to have wrinkles.

Can’t you see? Time isn’t on your side baby but I am.

I will never leave you. Your human life is something that is so beautiful and sweet to me. I cherish it. You are literally my human other half.  You’re everything I am not. If you think I will be come less attracted to you as the decades go by then think again. I can’t wait to be by your side when life throws you lemons. All I have to do is Suck the sour juice out and your pain is forever gone. So,  for me baby,  please don’t make me turn you.

I Dont Write Anymore

It all started in my 7th grade English class. My Teachr Mrs. Darge gave us a passage to read and it was so trippy!! The 5 paragraph passage made my skin crawl and gave me chills. I was so in love with it I thought to myself, “hey, I want to write something like that and make people feel the way I’m feeling!” So I did that night I went home and tried to write something similar to it and I did. 

I used to write about two or three scripts a year. Yes movies. I would have beautiful ideas for movies and I would hand write them in my school spiral notebooks. I did a few months online at The Academy Of Art University for my BFA and yea I failed . Not only that, I have to pay back a lot on my student loans for something I didn’t even complete. But life is life . 
So as you all know by the title, I don’t write anymore. And that freaking sucks! It’s not because I choose not too, but because I don’t have anymore awesome ideas. I certainly don’t really have any inspiration. But I do have all the time on my hands. I don’t know how I would write so much in Highschool. Highschool was so hard for me but I would some how be writing scripts in the midst of all the chaos.  

I have a strong love for music. Sometimes I would hear a song and become so obsessed with it that I would begin forming a plot line to movie based off that song. That would happen quite a lot and I would say that’s a unique way to write a script wouldn’t you? But I just can’t. Earlier this year I started a script and I remember everything it was going to be about and the plot and all that I just have no motivation to write whatsoever. And it sucks cause I really miss writing . It’s been like 10 months and I still have writers block.

Here are some pictures of me when I was in 8th grade!!

Unique peace sign right? Don’t ask. I wasn’t in a gang I promise. I just thought it was cool and different.

Before baby hair slaying was a thing.Miley Cyrus had made it a trend back then for the peace sign and I sadly followed.omg. I can’t even.So I took this picture and tried to make it look like someone else did. Classic Cheyenne just classic. And I made that pillow.Again with that peace sign.Ooh girl! Eyebrows on fleek! (She said sarcastically ) That dang peace sign.  Updated picture of me below!

I took this selfie last week. I had my hair up in a little bun and when I took it out it looked like this.

My lovelies, I’m going to need advice from you this time around. What can I do to get out of this writers rut?! Any answers? Please help a sista out! 

If you would like to know some titles to my scripts let me know I’d be happy to share them! 

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