• Life,  Poetry,  Writing

    What Dreams May Come…

    It seems my words may be coming back. I woke up crying from a dream I don’t remember and the first four lines of this in my head. After  ten continuing minutes, and ultimate uselessness in trying to go back to sleep, the grinding gears inside my head refused to shut up, so up I got and you are the lucky recipient of something new. I don’t know what it was that upset me in the dream but I still feel as if I’ve suffered a loss. Just so you know, everything is otherwise fine here at Chez Lunatic. But I am definitely going to stop snacking close to bedtime.…

  • celebrities,  Poetry

    #RIP to the Gods

    In memoriam Heaven is filling up quickly. xo Jesi The Cry of Atlantis By Jesi Scott   We’ve been left standing, bereft, surrounded by galaxies, distant on the horizon. Once again, the gods are leaving us, and there’s nothing to do but wait for their return. Somehow, it always comes to this: life brings us joy, shows us the way to truth, gives us real beauty, and we fail to see, to know, to experience; we distort and destroy. We beg for help and gods to show us the path, and they come, they teach their wisdom -we marvel at their language in music, art, words, kindness, love- We see…

  • NaPoWriMo,  Poetry

    “April Is The Cruelest Month”

      The Day 4 prompt of National Poetry Writing Month was to write a poem about the cruelest month-what is the cruelest month to you and why? I really gave this a lot of thought because, truly, some months are harder to get through than others some years. And, some people (like AJ) have one month in particular every year that ties them onto the train tracks while it plays chicken with the oncoming engine. But what month is the cruelest month for me? I couldn’t decide. Generally speaking, I feel it depends on my attitude. Last year I would have to say it was December… or maybe this past…

  • OctPoWriMo,  OctPoWriMo 2015,  Poetry

    What Would You Do?

    Today’s poetry prompt is to write about conquering the world. What if you had no boundaries, nothing counted, and you could do anything you want. Basically, pretend you are Bill Murray reliving Groundhog Day for one day. What would you do? There is only one thing I would do. I would spend one more day with my dad. I would show him how his passing has made me stronger, how it pushed me to begin stepping out of my comfort zones, and how proud I am to be his daughter. Have a great Thursday! xo Jesi   Limitless By Jesi Scott     If the sky were the limit And there…

  • OctPoWriMo,  OctPoWriMo 2015,  Poetry

    For Pete’s Sake…

    Apologies. Yesterday, I was unable to submit anything for the OctPoWriMo prompt because I ended up having to wear an eye patch on an eye which left my other eye for me to see with…and I am apparently blind as a bat with little depth perception in that eye. I think what may have happened is that while I was outside in my backyard some pollen got in my eye (you would not believe the amount of pollen out there right now-it covers everything) and I am apparently very ocularly allergic to pollen. I felt as if the Snow Queen’s mirror had broken and that the shard of glass was…

  • Writing

    Sometimes You Just Need A Reminder

    Resharing a story I wrote a few years ago when I began writing again.  I sort of needed to remember the feeling of a finished project, and it’ll be new to all you darlings who haven’t read it yet. Enjoy! xo Jesi   The Sacrifice by Jessica Scott     It’s a simple scene. In a sterile hospital room, a woman lies in a bed with the right rail down, tubes leading to machines that are monitoring her vital signs, pumping medicines into her thin, fragile veins. Her name is Julie. She is emaciated, skin sagging in places, and her eyes so sunken into her face that it’s almost like…

  • Compassion,  Poetry

    Life Goes On

    Hello, my Darlings. Life throws you into a spin every now and then, and right now it’s my turn to be thrown off the merry-go-round. The last two weeks have been busier than I wanted them to be and will continue to be busy until after June 6th. There have been band concerts and school activities for all the kids, and, of course, my birthday thrown in the middle. There are still band concerts to attend and at least one more band banquet, which will make three weekends in a row I’ve had the opportunity to really dress up for an occasion. Then, graduation for Big Son. All of that…

  • Monday's Muse,  Poetry

    Monday’s Muse: Second Chances

    Here’s yet another post where a poem is just going to have to say it all. An original by me. Hope you had a great weekend. xo Jesi Second Chances By Jessica Scott   Life is gone, the flower has bloomed and faded, is withered brown, and drying on the stalk. Winter has sent it to its rest. There is no spring coming to breathe new life into it.   But the seeds the flower created, hope in miniature, They hold the promise of a brighter future, Not for the one that died, But for those who come after. 00

  • OctPoWriMo,  Poetry,  Uncategorized

    Face Your Fears by Calling All the Monsters

    Hold onto your hats. We are about to have a lot of fun. Today’s prompt is Face Your Fears. I am not a blood and gore fan. Give me the subtle fear. The kind that sneaks up on you, the kind that could be real. But, I love the fun associated with all the scary creatures of the night. Werewolves, vampires, mummies, zombies, ghosts…yeah. That’s my kind of fun. And movies? Flatliners disturbed me, and I Am Legend scared me to death. After watching that one, I refused to go to sleep until I had turned on ALL the lights in the house (yes, I know…stupid if it had been real)…

  • Writing

    Do Not Open…

    Sometime between Saturday night and Sunday morning, an envelope appeared on my refrigerator: Do you see what it says? Do not open until my birthday 2015. Now, I know who put this up, and that person has been coming in every night, pointing to it, and saying “make sure you don’t open this until 5/13/2015”. I do believe the intention is to drive me crazy with curiosity. Is it working? I’m not entirely sure. For the most part, I forget it’s there until I need something from the refrigerator. Then, of course, I see it and would like to know what’s in it. And just so you know, I have…