Love Latte Style

January 29, 2013 / Alysia / 12 Comments

They locked eyes from across the coffee-house. Instantly Rebecca knew she had met her soul mate. Their entire future passed before her eyes. The man, Eric, clearly felt the same synergy; pupils dilated, a smirk grew upon his face. It was an intensely beautiful moment.

The two of them caught in that moment threw caution to the wind. They grabbed their matching medium extra hot no foam vanilla lattes and set out to conquer the world. The birds sang, flowers bloomed and the sun was indeed vivacious.

Two weeks later they were married and on their honeymoon to Iceland; long story, better left for another time. Nine quick months later baby Eric arrived, thirteen months after that baby Rebecca arrived; name creativity was not their strong suit. The four of them made their way through the world together; joyfully living out the American Dream. Perfect.

Then one day they got divorced.

“Miss, your vanilla latte is ready”.

The Beauty of the Basics

January 27, 2013 / Alysia / 6 Comments

Wondering from gallery to gallery I was struck by any number of things; first and foremost I was glad to have gone so early on a Sunday when I could fully enjoy the art work in peace. The art which was gloriously and simply displayed was that of Clyfford Still in the self titled museum he required in his will to hold all of his collection, close to 2,500 pieces. In the nine galleries you wander, struck by his earlier work, conventional; then you begin to linger and see the over exaggeration of extremities where you see his work take shape; finally you are captured by his later use of the abstract and vivid colors to capture your mind.

Slowly over time his work deconstructs in my mind; he goes back to the most simple use of color and canvas; he can say more in a few strokes of a brush than some can in an entire scene. I am jealous that he is able to convey so much in so little; each stroke stronger and more important than the last but both equally important to the story. I connect that to my own writing; it is a challenge, in a word full of description and over the top sensation it is the most simple that can be the most moving.

Find beauty in the simplicity, if it can be said in two words it should, the rest is unnecessary and taking away from what you are truly trying to do no matter what your craft may be.

-Simple Sophistication-

Let It Flow

January 22, 2013 / Alysia / 14 Comments

A funny thing happened to me last night; no funny is not the appropriate word to use, a surprising thing occurred. For the first time since I began writing seriously I was not able to write down my true emotions. I wrote outside of myself; I tried to clean it up and make it what I assumed other people would want to or need to hear. This has never happened to me; it was a reality check, what exactly was I trying to hide? I thought about it and the answer is nothing; I have never believed in hiding behind anything before so why should it start now? If I can’t express myself in my writing why am I doing it? Anyone else share this struggle, what did you do to work through it? Let’s make a promise to just own it.

Be Creative, Take a Risk, Let it Flow; the most important works I have read were not cloaked in the safety of the norm.

Ramblings of a Writer

January 16, 2013January 17, 2013 / Alysia / 10 Comments

~ If the end of the journey is unknown, how do you know where to start? Does it matter?

~ I try to write all of my thoughts onto paper, but I never seem to get it right. Is that wrong?

~ If you have a story tell it, you never know who might need to hear it most. That person could be you.

~ Ramble, write, erase, create, get frustrated; the end will justify the means.

~ If you stop pretending to be satisfied with what you’ve done; your hunger could take you to places you never thought you’d go.

~~~A~~~

A Bitter Ending

January 13, 2013 / Alysia / 3 Comments

I did not shed a single tear. Perhaps it’s because I am simply to heartbroken to show emotion. The pain made worse because of how unexpected it was; seconds between us and our goal. It was snatched from us, ripped from us; leaving no one to blame but ourselves. Frozen, deflated, numb; five hours spent waiting for victory only to be crushed by defeat.

Alas, hope springs eternal, Go Broncos.

At Night It Calls To Me

January 9, 2013 / Alysia / 5 Comments

It takes a single moment; the blast of the accordion, the bass booming, the trumpet leading the trio.

I am transported to another place, another era, another realm.

The weather is hot, the air is sticky, jazz music is escaping onto the streets from every direction.

Sounds, Scents, Laughter; all linger in the air.

History flirts with Tragedy who seeks Revelry.

Bourbon St, Canal St, Decatur St.

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Deep in the French Quarter my unknowingly lost soul will be found.

*The City of New Orleans will always hold a special place in my heart; I recommend listening to Buckwheat Zydeco “Marie, Marie” to feel the writing above, it encompasses it fully.

Huzzah The End is Coming

December 20, 2012December 20, 2012 / Alysia / 6 Comments

It seems to be everywhere, whether they are serious or not people are wondering, just wondering if today is the final day? I personally think we have plenty of time left, perhaps even too much, but I respect both sides of the argument. I did come across some of my writings from earlier this year and thought that they were applicable whether or not it rains fire tomorrow. Enjoy!

“Going forward does not always mean progress but going backwards is always regressive”- A

“Today like every other day is absolutely unique; how will you make it extraordinary?”- A

“The past and the future constantly mingle in a dance and no one person is privy to lessons”- A

The Perfect Escape

December 15, 2012December 15, 2012 / Alysia / 3 Comments

The end of the year is always full of obligations; people are busy with shopping, work, family and anything else that could possibly find a way to enter the schedule. There is stress, there is fun, there is not a moment to spare. People say that all you have to do is survive the madness, before you know it the end of the year will be here and the never ending list will be completed. Not true, a new year brings new goals, new possibilities and a blank page to create what you want the year to be. To keep my peace I find solice in a mental vacation; this tent with me inside, imagine the beautiful locations you can pick from. Imagine the inspiration. Whether it be the mountains or the rainforest or even a quiet spot on the plains; it would be a chance to just be.

A slice of paradise

November 21, 2012 / Alysia / 5 Comments

In the midst of a ten-hour workday, I struggle, I struggle to find a way to make it to the end of the day. The job is mundane, the location covered in dust but it is a paycheck, and I simply cannot walk away. In the darkest moments, exhausted; my brow furrowed with sweat I search for a way, any way to make the time pass. Escape exists in my imagination, the ability to transport myself to another place; a place all to myself, my toes dipping into the crystal clear water, my skin soaking up the skin. I know it won’t be today, and it may not be for a long time but one day I will get there, the Philippines.