Oh, Sweet Nostalgia:Seasons change

Goodbye November,

I took a breath of the Coffee young and, intoxicated by my teacher’s brewed cup in class. It was November, and my young eyes were bright with curiosity of what book my teacher was going to read to us today.I was in the third grade and my pigtails always matched my dress. The leaves fell as I walked into class and really all I can say is how wonderful it was to just be welcomed by a smiling woman with grey hair.Hello November but, now November is almost over and it seems my dreams are repetitive I’m not a little girl anymore but I still crave that story to be told to me early in the morning.Those days really did feel like Gold and maybe my heart was a little more hopeful, I actually never thought about obligation when I was that age, that great feeling that I didn’t have to pick out what lipstick to wear or if am due for a pap smear or a mammogram.Those days, I never looked for man to smile at me or a strange funny feeling from a odd touch, thank God, for the memories of innocence.Adult hood in November is not the same, now I’m the one drinking the coffee wanting to be touched, wearing burgundy lipstick , but really I wish to relive my childhood sometimes.Isolated in my thoughts, right now for some reason it is a blissful feeling, it was always blissful sense I was at the age of five.I made up stories about God’s and Barbies and horses and Angels, now I’m not sure if I changed much.

Mental Agility:

l’amour de soi

By,Lakira Mitchum

My self esteem project, The internet has the power to do many things but, I must most of all help myself, by being brave. I want to love myself, and something that struck me for so long was my lack of happiness.I try so hard with many things I have even realized its best to love others but for, now with my hands typing away I must break away my foolish thoughts and learn to love myself, and I guess I want to believe I am a good person.I distract myself from seeing this, no God thus far has told me I am good simply because I really don’t feel blessed,I changed my religion and found something new.

I am not just a meaningless woman.

Hello Sahaim,

Hello mother Gaia yes their is a Goddess who loves me, and I am not a Daughter of Eve , but,a child of mother Earth.


Becoming a Gamer ??? Goodbye love

Hello, new religion, Wicca

Hello November,Goodbye old romance


BY,Lakira Mitchum

Becoming a Gamer ?  is making this of sort decision is for the misfits?I must say I’m a female looser, I’m often ignored,  and I gain and loose peers fairly often as the typical adult trying to seek acceptance and success so in the meantime…..is becoming a gamer a acceptable task,no, maybe not?becoming a wittier just seems better for me, I love writing more than seeking online competitive challenges, chatting with strangers about anime and stereotypical television forums that may not motivate me to look at reality anymore.I don’t cry about being ignored anymore I think rejection is good for me sometimes, in the past I have met very selfish gamers who only befriend others based on their Gaming capability and ownership of technology .Nerds, geeks and dweebs are actually not genuine to me, I want a relationship with the world than a video game or T.V show, graphic novel could never bring I actually want to love humanity and be active in real life.I’m not confessing that I will never be a gamer but, I’m hoping that by becoming a gamer I will see a different perspective of life and actually help myself find hope,I doubt I can though.If I ever choose the path of Video games I would probably see them as art, and not as a way of life like others do, I was always fascinated by games theories like Bioshock and ,farcry and  but the actually concept of befriending games is beyond me. I love the stories of video games and I actually could care less about competition so hopefully this new focus on digital art will send me places, but really my desire in having friendships, and or romances with gamer geeks atheist, and geniuses sectarians,xenophobic unrealistic close minded immature,argumentative,disrespectful, God hating  people that worship cartoons and trading card games  is my last expectation, I dislike them all, they actually could the worst criminals on earth but,  that is a judgement that takes a physiological study to figure out.   Sadly, a you tuber guy,  and my high school life, and my past acquaintances and experience with racist white kids made me realize I should never love nerds or geeks, but I should  actually value life and really hope that developers use media to  better society.I have a Nephew that only ten years old, and because of video games he use to tell his sister “he would kill her” let me just be honest I hate nerds they influence children to be evil and even cartoons  the teach kids to be perverted, rebellious, rude, unhappy and ridiculously unmoral and dishonest.I want to see video games  in a positive light but, my life, and my the things I see only show me that they turn people into psychopaths, that would kill someone over a toy, or a stupid fan fiction. I admit I use to be a nerd or geek or what ever you call it but, the evil shit they entertain themselves to disturbs me, like my little pony characters killing one another they laugh at that sick shit, “sick fucks!” ,or, adult men watching pre-school television, it just spells pedophile to me.I am realizing the  media world or entertainment industry  is supporting the thoughts of terrorist, tyrants, murderers, psychopaths,stalkers, pedophiles, thieves, rapists,and human trafficking,suicidal maniacs and much more, really I hate it all….I just wish I never met those people,I wish I never attended that conventions or dated those guys.Overall With much enthusiasm I can say I become a gamer.. so God help me..I’ll do it for myself..and really to judge what I just played and what it taught me, and try to be a good person while I doing it. I want to just love life… I don’t want to love life and myself first.

So Goodbye, old lovers ,hello November,


Kiss and Combust :Hello Novenber

By,Lakira .s.m

Safety is a wonderful thing to desire in a world that has no value for it so they show caution for it, We have no safety but, we talk about it.The skinny line between life and death shrinks us into curious children and coach roaches.We trust the ones that may hurt us because hope is a strange  necessity we look for.I love hope, but hope is only found in the strangest of moments and places, that may seem perfect in the eyes of God’s timing .

Really we as human are not afraid to die, we just accept that we are all vulnerable,which means we are living in the moment without a care in the world.

that’s the strange beauty of life ;its a beast.

BEautiful chaos

Beauty and the beast.


Stagnant thoughts;Hello November

I always hated November

By, Lakira MItchum

A time of Stupidity and Loneliness

Wrapping my hands  around my worried thoughts of my female ego, sinking into some form of dysphoria, I’m choking in my thoughts, my once christian desire to hold on to a fictional level of faith.My life, seems disgraceful in my eyes,I feel so trapped lacking in a motivational source of hope, but I made my choice.I seem uncivilized in my decision making ,I hate being the ill-fated  damsel the unlucky protagonists of my own life.With all of these thoughts locked up in a bloody cage of rage like a monster waiting to devour my very being I wait, here only hearing the voice of God. (Faith) and promises, Faith ,Foi. You know that feeling you have when you know no one cares, that’s the American spirit but, what  it’s just a matter of time until something gets better for you or me.I always hated November sense the last time my parents forgot about my birthday, sense the last year I was hated by a christian peer. Sahaim is here; they say, is the time to celebrate the fall  season and the Gods the will come together and bless the universe to go on  into the new season of Yule.Which reminds me  of how terrifying and tedious time is, it  is so funny that  we try to believe time has a tempo one minute its slow and another year latter its  going by too fast we can not truly measure or predict time. I hold my mistakes like a, abortion patient holding their unborn child, With this awkward sickening feeling I might fall off the wagon and forget about my dreams, but something will give me hope, like a mother that kisses an unexpected babe, I may find a reason to love November After all, with the push and pull of my emotions leaving me leaking feeble words in a word press like a babbling fool, I feel eager to know what the next year has to bring.


Insidious feelings;Hello November

Hello November

Guts and Glory

by, Lakira Mitchum

The build up of a woman’s emotions is a  given  compelling desire for bravery, while drinking this small ounce   of insecurity I can save my dreams for latter. I want to give compassion sometimes too often.I know, I find, myself caring too much and loving to many much.The strange  promiscuous men I seem to have notice over time, I seem to have wasted benevolent time, and emotions, I assume maybe one day my feelings will matter to someone less exceptional to the masses. Feelings can be brutal if they seem hurt, and futile but, I’m in the mood for for a evolution.

Love and Romance is not realistic right now.