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This blog will not tell you which party to go next, what to wear, how to look, who to act like, why life is a bitch and who else is, what did Rihanna and Katy Perry did this week, what’s in the top 40, or what’s to give a fuck about, so if you’re searching the web for anything fancy, type another web address and go on with life.
This is a mere collection of the scattered thoughts and affect and whines and whims and words of a young adult who has been writing crap in verse or otherwise and has been sketching pus in ink all throughout life.
Read with a ready fist, or scan nonchalantly. It’s your time and it’s your will. But you find even just a scrap of wisdom or a piece of heart or a faint sound of an idea in this ocean of willing words, then this is a war with the self well-fought.
Vivien Marie Lopez
PS: Not all those who wander are lost, right? Here’s a little guide around this mess of a blog.
All my poetic offerings since the year 2012.
A set of short stories and poems. Work in progress.
A series of love poems crafted for my twin soul.
Written work when I was twelve to fifteen years old.
How will you interpret the 10 plagues courtesy of the most best-selling book in the world? Here’s mine, in poem form.
My entries for NaPoWriMo 2013. One poem a day in one month.
Random thoughts born from this thing we call life.
Because I can write songs even though my voice sucks.
A five-part poem divided by the senses (although I believe there are more than five of them).
When medicine becomes a metaphor.
A Weebly blog I have taken for granted.
Amazing people, exciting events, and other lovely Who-What-When-Where-How’s.
When it does not work well with words.
Pictures from my adventures in the fashion/modeling industry.
Messages from yours truly.
A link to my transitional blog when all my ideas are so in utero.
Custom t-shirts my soulmate and I design and sell.
My twin soul’s art, etched forever on people’s skin.
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