I was told tonight that someone would turn my life or my fate into what ever I talked about or listen to. That is insane. What if I read a murder mystery again? What if it had a bad ending for the victim? Should I report this to the police? They would laugh. I read. I am going to live my own life and if Hollywood or something else try's to set me up for their lies then I will handle it legally and then they can pay with everything that they are not worth.
Someone likes to scold other people for bs.
I don't want any of that.
----
I'm up late.
Losing weight
Getting paid for all the bruises
Last minute date with the tip
I don't have anyone to have an intelligent
conversation with. Not just because I can't contribute
but because no one cares. I have gotten to the point
That I don't either. I am not going to kill my self.
Just sick of the run around parade.
They all think I am great.
They only want a piece of
what they think makes me everything
that they love.
They think if they have it
that they will be me.
What they do not pay attention to is
nothing can change who you are or what your birth right is..
They take me apart piece by piece
until the lies unfold and the pure truth
sets everything back into perfect place.
Then they get mad with envy.
Mad as a wet cat
Because they can never get a
chance again to harm me.
And they can't use the same trick twice.
Saturday, April 28, 2018
Friday, April 27, 2018
I never knew how to feel pure rage and fear mixed together before
Unless I have said otherwise-
My personal writing is not for sale or to be used by anyone.
I'm sick of being violated more.
With the same bs promise that
Possibly
Someday
Hollywood
Will make them pay me a cut .
A cut
No
Actually I made it all
And you stole it from me.
Why would you think I would want a cut
Let alone
That I would give you anything?
If I wrote something
Then you do not get the credit
At
All.
I want my life back asap.
No joke
And
I don't want
You taking my life away again in the future
Just because you are done covering it up for the general public.
I'm upset
I'm not okay with the way I am treated.
I'm constantly abused and mocked.
Lzzy thinks she can get published with what I write.
Yeah for five seconds before I publicly humiliate her and take my street credit back.
My personal writing is not for sale or to be used by anyone.
I'm sick of being violated more.
With the same bs promise that
Possibly
Someday
Hollywood
Will make them pay me a cut .
A cut
No
Actually I made it all
And you stole it from me.
Why would you think I would want a cut
Let alone
That I would give you anything?
If I wrote something
Then you do not get the credit
At
All.
I want my life back asap.
No joke
And
I don't want
You taking my life away again in the future
Just because you are done covering it up for the general public.
I'm upset
I'm not okay with the way I am treated.
I'm constantly abused and mocked.
Lzzy thinks she can get published with what I write.
Yeah for five seconds before I publicly humiliate her and take my street credit back.
Understatement
Good thing for spell check.
I end up on a milk carton,
In some low budget made for TV movie.
I don't move around much anymore.
I was given a suggestion to walk again.
Yeah I don't mind.
I like to walk.
So I write and it helps.
So from time to time I will post random blogs with my writing.
----
I was watching the moon tonight.
He was half asleep and not really
wanting to stay awake .
I kept talking to him.
I think he slid into his blanket by
the middle of our conversation .
I don't walk anywhere anymore.
I stay in place.
It's safe inside there.
I don't have much to say these days.
I just don't see the point.
I am sick of commercials and paper adds.
If it's not happening-
Then I don't want to hear about it.
I like when I hear the truth.
I don't meet a lot of people who speak that language
Not from Hollywood anyway.
They only write stories.
The news is the only truth.
The consolidation prize from the lies
is that lies fade and the full truth always
comes out so loud that the lies they attempted
to make cannot resurface again.
Plastic excuse
She is on a high wire tonight
It's her act.
She is trying to balance her lies
from her intentions
I am not an onlooker.
I am not into jokes that play
with other people's lives.
I'm in a dark car,
I'm listening to the radio in moonlight.
I don't need drugs but in moments like this
I remember why I should never stop taking prescription drugs.
Her act put a spot light on the truth.
Sadly she wasn't telling the truth but-
The truth about the ring leader came amplified
Even a kick drum could not cover that echoing truth.
I end up on a milk carton,
In some low budget made for TV movie.
I don't move around much anymore.
I was given a suggestion to walk again.
Yeah I don't mind.
I like to walk.
So I write and it helps.
So from time to time I will post random blogs with my writing.
----
I was watching the moon tonight.
He was half asleep and not really
wanting to stay awake .
I kept talking to him.
I think he slid into his blanket by
the middle of our conversation .
I don't walk anywhere anymore.
I stay in place.
It's safe inside there.
I don't have much to say these days.
I just don't see the point.
I am sick of commercials and paper adds.
If it's not happening-
Then I don't want to hear about it.
I like when I hear the truth.
I don't meet a lot of people who speak that language
Not from Hollywood anyway.
They only write stories.
The news is the only truth.
The consolidation prize from the lies
is that lies fade and the full truth always
comes out so loud that the lies they attempted
to make cannot resurface again.
Plastic excuse
She is on a high wire tonight
It's her act.
She is trying to balance her lies
from her intentions
I am not an onlooker.
I am not into jokes that play
with other people's lives.
I'm in a dark car,
I'm listening to the radio in moonlight.
I don't need drugs but in moments like this
I remember why I should never stop taking prescription drugs.
Her act put a spot light on the truth.
Sadly she wasn't telling the truth but-
The truth about the ring leader came amplified
Even a kick drum could not cover that echoing truth.
Thursday, April 26, 2018
Pandora
I'm a new fan to Greek mythology. So forgive me for not trying to make my own story. Someone said something to me while ago. They said it's not my birthday. It just tastes like it. They are talking about Shelly...
So here is the story. Idk yet. And I made it my own btw for all the fingers about to correct me.
Pandora
By
Jessica Singleton
" if there was an apology that could go under it all, then maybe there would not be this empty darkness that shadows in the lines that draw me. "- the hate that it brings
Once upon a time, there lived a great king. The king was a god. The king had a wife who was half human and half angel. One of their daughters they named Pandora. The other daughter they named Miranda. Miranda was jealous of her sister Pandora. Pandora did not notice that. Pandora felt alone and forgotten. The king was perfect. The Queen was sad and withdrawn most of the time. Pandora was always invisible to everyone. So Pandora would spend her time in a bird garden watching things with wings dance in the liquid crystal of the gods garden. Pandora had a pet Pegasus named twinkle. Twinkle was white with white gold hooves. He could talk. When Pandora turned 16 years old- she demanded that she get something fun for her birthday that she would actually want. Not realizing how hasty and snotty that wish would come off - she actually kept repeating it. Pandoras father who had never paid attention to her thought he had felled his child in raising her to be an obnoxious brat. But pandora had by chance caught her father on one of his bad days. So in the kings rage and annoyance- he wanted his child to learn respect, understanding and most of all he wanted her to care or be mindful of life existence other then her own. The king gave Pandora a crystal box. The box was lined with blue silk. The key for the box was made from pewter, sapphire and diamonds . The King told Pandora that her gift was to look upon something that could never be used because it would release every disease and suffering known to man. So her gift was to protect the world around her rather then to receive anything for herself.
Pandora did not mind but she had actually never received anything in her whole life. Not even love. Pandora was sad but she did not expect less from a man who never even said hello to his own child.
Pandora moved to earth. She lived in a castle in the mountains with her Pegasus twinkle. Pandora lived a decent life and she became a beautiful woman. The king missed his daughter and he watched her. He was proud of his child. When the king took the time to think he realized that he had never done anything for Pandora. So the king held a dinner in pandoras honor. At this dinner the king had a necklace made for his child. A rare white sapphire heart with even rarer blue diamonds alongside it. He made sure that no one could remove the clasp from the necklace and that meant no one could steal it from Pandora.
Miranda was very jealous of this and she wanted to attack Pandora. Miranda waited for pandora to go home. When Pandora got home she heard what she thought was a maiden crying in the woods. Twinkle told Pandora not to help because it was Miranda trying to trick her. Pandora and twinkle flew back to her father. They told him what happened. So the king brought his other daughter Miranda home where he locked her up- so she could never harm Pandora again. Then the king gave Pandora a new gift. The king gave Pandora all the gifts that go with being a god. That way she was immortal and safe from death. The king also gave Pandora all of her inheritance so she would never have to ask or need anything.
🌈🎃🗝🗝🗝🗝🗝🗝🗝🗝♠️🖤
So here is the story. Idk yet. And I made it my own btw for all the fingers about to correct me.
Pandora
By
Jessica Singleton
" if there was an apology that could go under it all, then maybe there would not be this empty darkness that shadows in the lines that draw me. "- the hate that it brings
Once upon a time, there lived a great king. The king was a god. The king had a wife who was half human and half angel. One of their daughters they named Pandora. The other daughter they named Miranda. Miranda was jealous of her sister Pandora. Pandora did not notice that. Pandora felt alone and forgotten. The king was perfect. The Queen was sad and withdrawn most of the time. Pandora was always invisible to everyone. So Pandora would spend her time in a bird garden watching things with wings dance in the liquid crystal of the gods garden. Pandora had a pet Pegasus named twinkle. Twinkle was white with white gold hooves. He could talk. When Pandora turned 16 years old- she demanded that she get something fun for her birthday that she would actually want. Not realizing how hasty and snotty that wish would come off - she actually kept repeating it. Pandoras father who had never paid attention to her thought he had felled his child in raising her to be an obnoxious brat. But pandora had by chance caught her father on one of his bad days. So in the kings rage and annoyance- he wanted his child to learn respect, understanding and most of all he wanted her to care or be mindful of life existence other then her own. The king gave Pandora a crystal box. The box was lined with blue silk. The key for the box was made from pewter, sapphire and diamonds . The King told Pandora that her gift was to look upon something that could never be used because it would release every disease and suffering known to man. So her gift was to protect the world around her rather then to receive anything for herself.
Pandora did not mind but she had actually never received anything in her whole life. Not even love. Pandora was sad but she did not expect less from a man who never even said hello to his own child.
Pandora moved to earth. She lived in a castle in the mountains with her Pegasus twinkle. Pandora lived a decent life and she became a beautiful woman. The king missed his daughter and he watched her. He was proud of his child. When the king took the time to think he realized that he had never done anything for Pandora. So the king held a dinner in pandoras honor. At this dinner the king had a necklace made for his child. A rare white sapphire heart with even rarer blue diamonds alongside it. He made sure that no one could remove the clasp from the necklace and that meant no one could steal it from Pandora.
Miranda was very jealous of this and she wanted to attack Pandora. Miranda waited for pandora to go home. When Pandora got home she heard what she thought was a maiden crying in the woods. Twinkle told Pandora not to help because it was Miranda trying to trick her. Pandora and twinkle flew back to her father. They told him what happened. So the king brought his other daughter Miranda home where he locked her up- so she could never harm Pandora again. Then the king gave Pandora a new gift. The king gave Pandora all the gifts that go with being a god. That way she was immortal and safe from death. The king also gave Pandora all of her inheritance so she would never have to ask or need anything.
🌈🎃🗝🗝🗝🗝🗝🗝🗝🗝♠️🖤
Saturday, April 21, 2018
Short story
By
Jessica singleton
I went into town with a friend the other day.
We walked around a shopping mall for about an hour. I bought a book that I have been wanting for a while. I had more fun talking to an old friend.
I needed that. But she kept looking at her cell phone. Even still- I needed to talk about how I felt with anyone but brick walls and pages out of my diary.
I don't know how to scream. I'm creative but my creativity is always indirect.
Meaning that I draw a hanging upside down moon rather than say I'm unhappy.
Anyway she was hungry. So we went out to eat. I decided to go watch a movie in the theater when we were done. She went home to her dogs.
I sat in an empty theater and I watched a movie with a diet pop and a container of popcorn. The movie was great but I kept flashing back in my mind to all the events in my life. When the movie was over I drove home. The window was a sixth of the way down. I listened to music for the masses on cd by Depeche Mode.
When I got halfway home I stopped at a gas station for a drink. I went into a store that had just been sanitized and the whole place smelled like cleaner.
The guy at the counter was talking about sports.
He asked me if I knew who won the super bowl?
I told him I was at a movie theater, so I would never know. He accepted that because I had proof.
When I left I went home to go to bed.
The next day at work I saw that annoying Anthony guy. He is just a big jerk. He finds fault in everything. He singles everyone out just to embarrass them. If you say anything back- Anthony turns that into your out of control meaning that you should be reprimanded. I usually get the butt end of his pathetic jokes.
He has taken credit for my work for years.
He has stolen money from me.
He has lied and his lies have cost me the majority of my friendships.
And he then turned every situation into a
" Jessica is crazy " situation.
Well I expected the day to go as it always does.
I hardly get through breaking my nerves like nutshells and then driving home to clean my house for the 10 millionth time.
I was wrong. Anthony got caught. And it opened up everything everyone had been going through.
I did not have to wait or put through anything else. The main company just wanted the embarrassment to dissolve.
So I was paid all of my back money/ stolen money right then. I was given a promotion. With a raise. I was given my own redemption with the truth announced and no one took it back just because I was part Asian. No more lies. No over compensating after the fact.
And I was apologized to by the company.
On twitter I posted about loser pants and his bs exposure. I just could not keep my mouth shut. Then out of no where Anthony screwed himself again. He kept taking in spiders for pets and he got bit and he had to go to the hospital. I was given the credit for my work finally and paid for this too.
By
Jessica singleton
I went into town with a friend the other day.
We walked around a shopping mall for about an hour. I bought a book that I have been wanting for a while. I had more fun talking to an old friend.
I needed that. But she kept looking at her cell phone. Even still- I needed to talk about how I felt with anyone but brick walls and pages out of my diary.
I don't know how to scream. I'm creative but my creativity is always indirect.
Meaning that I draw a hanging upside down moon rather than say I'm unhappy.
Anyway she was hungry. So we went out to eat. I decided to go watch a movie in the theater when we were done. She went home to her dogs.
I sat in an empty theater and I watched a movie with a diet pop and a container of popcorn. The movie was great but I kept flashing back in my mind to all the events in my life. When the movie was over I drove home. The window was a sixth of the way down. I listened to music for the masses on cd by Depeche Mode.
When I got halfway home I stopped at a gas station for a drink. I went into a store that had just been sanitized and the whole place smelled like cleaner.
The guy at the counter was talking about sports.
He asked me if I knew who won the super bowl?
I told him I was at a movie theater, so I would never know. He accepted that because I had proof.
When I left I went home to go to bed.
The next day at work I saw that annoying Anthony guy. He is just a big jerk. He finds fault in everything. He singles everyone out just to embarrass them. If you say anything back- Anthony turns that into your out of control meaning that you should be reprimanded. I usually get the butt end of his pathetic jokes.
He has taken credit for my work for years.
He has stolen money from me.
He has lied and his lies have cost me the majority of my friendships.
And he then turned every situation into a
" Jessica is crazy " situation.
Well I expected the day to go as it always does.
I hardly get through breaking my nerves like nutshells and then driving home to clean my house for the 10 millionth time.
I was wrong. Anthony got caught. And it opened up everything everyone had been going through.
I did not have to wait or put through anything else. The main company just wanted the embarrassment to dissolve.
So I was paid all of my back money/ stolen money right then. I was given a promotion. With a raise. I was given my own redemption with the truth announced and no one took it back just because I was part Asian. No more lies. No over compensating after the fact.
And I was apologized to by the company.
On twitter I posted about loser pants and his bs exposure. I just could not keep my mouth shut. Then out of no where Anthony screwed himself again. He kept taking in spiders for pets and he got bit and he had to go to the hospital. I was given the credit for my work finally and paid for this too.
Friday, April 13, 2018
Happy Friday the 13th
They expect me to write after something has happened because they want to milk me dry.
Haha I am onto that.
I'm not getting paid to line their pockets.
F to that.
They pulled mr. Perfect out of a hat at the last minute.
It had to do with my choice I'm sure.
My choice attracts sicko hags towards innocence.
Anyway I'm at home alone being lazy.
I'm okay now.
Better than I was...
Life is AMAZING & FAIR
You always get everything you have ever wanted without delay.
I'm not going to turn into fish sticks up the hill.
I'm not pathetic and I don't harm anyone for no reason.
Happy Friday the 13th btw
I got EMBER by Breaking Benjamin on my phone. Beautiful and perfect. They are one of my favorites. I'm serious about that.
Haha I am onto that.
I'm not getting paid to line their pockets.
F to that.
They pulled mr. Perfect out of a hat at the last minute.
It had to do with my choice I'm sure.
My choice attracts sicko hags towards innocence.
Anyway I'm at home alone being lazy.
I'm okay now.
Better than I was...
Life is AMAZING & FAIR
You always get everything you have ever wanted without delay.
I'm not going to turn into fish sticks up the hill.
I'm not pathetic and I don't harm anyone for no reason.
Happy Friday the 13th btw
I got EMBER by Breaking Benjamin on my phone. Beautiful and perfect. They are one of my favorites. I'm serious about that.
Wednesday, April 4, 2018
Poetry I wrote in the past 2013-2014
Here are some older poems I wrote.
They date from 2012-2014.
Forgive Me
By
Jessica Singleton
12-29-2013
I would never hurt you.
It seems like
You go out of your way
To hurt yourself.
You do not understand.
I'm not your excuse.
Excuses come cheap to you.
Cause you are always so guilty
When you are innocent.
You need a reason
Because you just can't forgive me.
So it's that time of day
When we relive
Every damn mistake
I've ever made.
I do not have the right to be next to you.
But letting me go
Would tare you in two.
Besides you are not done blaming me.
And I will never know
Just what I have done to you.
It's never enough
Is it?
That anger you push into me.
While you attempt to make me see
You are the only one
wearing Yourself down.
You are out of control.
I do care.
You will never take the time to see
How much it hurts
To see you this way.
But if there is any part of you
still in there
I'm sorry I hurt you .
Just don't let go
By
Jessica Singleton
2014
Yesterday passed us by
Like wind chasing fallen leaves
Through the street
Everything that belongs to us
Is out of reach and forgotten
Everything we had fell apart
Moments are so weak
Our moments are flaking and fading into ash
The wind is so strong
So don't let go
You are happy but you are not listening
Cause you are spinning around and you are dancing
Your eyes are shut and locked
While you open your hands
This is heavy.
I can't hold this in by myself
I am screaming
But you can't hear behind closed doors
And I can only watch in slow motion
As yesterday turns into today
I can't let go
I will fall again
Everything will tare me down
Valentine's are careless children
They mean no harm
But Valentine's stain the pallet crimson
I don't think they understand
That they are thieves in black capped nightmares
Promise me now that you won't let go
You are mute
And I am deaf
So pure how you need your freedom
You beg my pardon
Because for you to breathe
You must let go
So if I love you
And I don't want to destroy you
I must let you be released
And your not sorry
And I am sorry
I'm turning into ash
I have no wings
I'm in a rainstorm
Now my eyes are closed
As I start to spin out of control
Why did you have to let go.
They date from 2012-2014.
Forgive Me
By
Jessica Singleton
12-29-2013
I would never hurt you.
It seems like
You go out of your way
To hurt yourself.
You do not understand.
I'm not your excuse.
Excuses come cheap to you.
Cause you are always so guilty
When you are innocent.
You need a reason
Because you just can't forgive me.
So it's that time of day
When we relive
Every damn mistake
I've ever made.
I do not have the right to be next to you.
But letting me go
Would tare you in two.
Besides you are not done blaming me.
And I will never know
Just what I have done to you.
It's never enough
Is it?
That anger you push into me.
While you attempt to make me see
You are the only one
wearing Yourself down.
You are out of control.
I do care.
You will never take the time to see
How much it hurts
To see you this way.
But if there is any part of you
still in there
I'm sorry I hurt you .
Just don't let go
By
Jessica Singleton
2014
Yesterday passed us by
Like wind chasing fallen leaves
Through the street
Everything that belongs to us
Is out of reach and forgotten
Everything we had fell apart
Moments are so weak
Our moments are flaking and fading into ash
The wind is so strong
So don't let go
You are happy but you are not listening
Cause you are spinning around and you are dancing
Your eyes are shut and locked
While you open your hands
This is heavy.
I can't hold this in by myself
I am screaming
But you can't hear behind closed doors
And I can only watch in slow motion
As yesterday turns into today
I can't let go
I will fall again
Everything will tare me down
Valentine's are careless children
They mean no harm
But Valentine's stain the pallet crimson
I don't think they understand
That they are thieves in black capped nightmares
Promise me now that you won't let go
You are mute
And I am deaf
So pure how you need your freedom
You beg my pardon
Because for you to breathe
You must let go
So if I love you
And I don't want to destroy you
I must let you be released
And your not sorry
And I am sorry
I'm turning into ash
I have no wings
I'm in a rainstorm
Now my eyes are closed
As I start to spin out of control
Why did you have to let go.
Monday, April 2, 2018
Silver snaps
I don't think I will ever forget how I have been treated for the rest of my life.
Spreading butterflies 🦋 across a fieldstone
Paper dolls keep the secrets that once lined the pages of my diary.
Spreading butterflies 🦋 across a fieldstone
Paper dolls keep the secrets that once lined the pages of my diary.
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