entries from my elaborate mind

Until I met you I’ve been kind of on the dumps

But when we’re together, you make my heart krump

You spark a chemical reaction

On the daily struggle

Lacking direction at nineteen,

Never will I give up

I will always keep on fighting

The everyday soldier

Unbreakable, unmovable,

I’m a big boulder

The neolithic combatant

Mentality is everything, what you think is what’ll happen

Surround yourself with positivity

and then your potential will be infinity, you feeling me?

What you think is what you become, 

So think good things, but all in all you win some, you lose some

Never feel discouraged, you gotta stay focused

Put in work, life isn’t hocus pocus, you can’t feel hopeless

I hope you know this

When in you’re lowest, resiliency is key

To achieve your infinity, then your mind, soul, and body will eventually achieve harmony

But being patient is the hardest thing

check my blog, indie-genius

flow so natural, fly like a pigeon is you getting this?

i spit eddie brock’s alter ego, it’s venomous

i kill the beat, i cancer it, i’m so sick like i’m cancerous

now answer this, what the fuck?

that’s rhetorical, watashi wa kawaii desu

i’m adorable

i rep that waffle, i rep that eggo

i get stacks on stacks all day bitch i play with lego

Am I going somewhere Am I going nowhere

i don’t even know if i really even don’t care

i’m lacking ambition, lost my spark, need ignition

i’m in a difficult position struggling with no direction

correction, i continue to move forward

with my heart as my shield and my mind as my sword

classes not working for me no longer can i afford

to waste time and cash plus adhd left me bored, fore

there goes my mind, shoveling fries all the damn time, forever on that grind

but i don’t want my life to be like that

i want to be stacked, but a matter of fact,

what i seek is 

a happy family, paid vacation, no work on the weekend

nerdy kid from the suburbs with a vivid imagination always left to wonder

about possibility, stuck in his dreams trapped by the prison of C.R.E.A.M.

so it seems

as i analyze my life, look at the mirror see the man with the chinky eyes

who compromised his dreams to meet practicality

struggling on the narrow path

always sucked at school i was bad at math

always sketching in a doodle pad

my mind was never focused

i’m practically a bum, the product and the sum of all my decisions since my life begun

but i ain’t giving up yet, nah i’m gonna keep on progressing

disregard the negativity and just focus on the blessings

her ovaries, all over me

pops, i’m sorry i know  i’m prolly not where you want me

i’m struggling in confusion, the consequences haunt me

because up until now i’ve been looking like a failure

i don’t want to settle by just becoming a sailor

blog extraordinaire

i be chillin up in my lair people look at me, complain and they say man, life’s not fair but really i don’t  care

i be bloggin, waffles fresh, 

y’all be soggy, counterfeit

i’m so broke, it’s no joke,

but still look at me as i progress

you’re in a stasis, 

your sixteens

are my freestyles when i’m faded,

i’m hated but i evade it

you get hurt, 

i do work

you’re sedated, just face it

you suck,

you’re the titanic,

bitch, i’m a rubber duck

i excel like spreadsheets,

you stay tucked in bedsheets

wake up outta bed, it’s the same routine 

take a break from the comfort zone gotta try new things and see 

that i exceed 

my potential, it’s all mental

must obtain from substances that are detrimental

look at all the positives, take time to smell the roses

focus, don’t worry right now if others don’t notice

grinding academically while grinding on the craft

some may laugh, but those people i will pass

in fact, i’m moving fast

hi-hats banging’ on that trap

the indie-genius envisioning

being fly like a pigeon is,

life too short like a midget kid

fbew, who you mess in’ wit?

i’m a wordsmith with a flow like cursive

my vernacular is spectacular while all you do is cursing.

sweet sublety,

no words spoken underneath the blanket cuddling,

just the vapors of your breath creeping on my skin

the heat extracts from the blood pumping from within

your heart, our lips depart and i start

to form a grin, here we go again

the butterflies flutter in my tummy

yummy, your lips luscious like a lollipop

every time we’re together i hope the day will never end and time will stop

your mom and pop, i worry ‘bout

because they don’t really know      who i am and what i’m ‘bout

but i promise i will show them that i’m a candidate

worthy and approved by them, feels written by Landon Pigg

That coffee shop kind of feel,

but father time and the universe conspire against us

still i would travel through different  dimensions,

fight against evil forces, did I mention?

if my hands could extend beyond galaxies

that’d be how much you mean to me, you’re mean to be

but you’re teasing me

Chapter One: Writing Quick Start

     The education process is like a menacing older sibling; it can be annoying, but ultimately, it’s there to guide you. My experiences have led me to that belief and perspective. Throughout high school, I strove to just get by, but now I’m beginning to discover that isn’t the best goal in mind for college. It takes excessive amounts of focus, preparation, and dedication towards achieving success. Planning ahead, meaning prioritizing one’s precious time, and verifying each step, constantly double-checking throughout the process, is vital for progression. Otherwise, stress and frustration will make a home in your mind.

an introductory adventure.

Day #1:

     I began my journey by making a brief stop at the bank to deposit my check into my account. Afterwards, I headed towards the Lynnhaven Mall Area and browsed Plato’s Closet, Goodwill, and Marshall’s. Nothing really stuck out or interested me enough so I decided to leave the area.

     As I was leaving, I wasn’t quite sure where I was headed. Wanderlust guided my hands and feet as I eventually ended up driving down Holland Road, making my way towards Virginia Beach Blvd. At the stoplight, a sign caught my eye. It read, “Cafe Elias” and it was attached to the strip mall at the corner of the intersection. However, I was already the left turn lane and the green light prompted me to turn and continue.

     Driving down the long road, I glanced at my gas light. One bar above empty. I past by another strip with a shop that had caught my interest. It was a Mediterranean grocery and deli. The name of which escapes me; however, I bravely ventured inside and found myself in a small store full of, well, groceries and a row of dining booths nestled against the window. Once again, nothing had stuck out to me enough for me to make a purchase so I thanked the store operator and made my way towards me car.

     After sitting in my car seat and thinking for awhile, I pulled out of the parking lot and made my way back onto main road, back to where I came from. The loud, enormous rumbling echoing from my stomach urged me to visit the restaurant I had seen earlier, and so, I did. 

     As I entered, I was immediately greeted by a face of soft wrinkles and a warm smile held together by light grey hair. The kind lady seated me, and quickly, I was observing my surroundings. Cafe Elias had the classic and comfortable diner aura encasing its vicinity. It was evident that this was a Greek restaurant due to all of the Kronos and Gyro signs on the outside and inside of the cafe. 

     A couple of minutes passed by, and finally, I was welcomed by my waitress. I studied her. She had long light brown and slightly curly hair. Her eyes were deep and blue, a weakness for me, I admit.

     I ordered a glass of water and an original Gyro platter. My meal arrived within a couple of minutes, and I was in delight at the first bite. It wasn’t bad, nor was it extraordinary. I’ve eaten gyros before, and this one was just as exceptional as the others. 

     I took a break from eating and began to sketch in my sketchbook. A customer, a young, tan Hispanic-looking woman with long straight brown hair tied up in a ponytail, entered. As she made her way to her seat in the booth in front of me, we shared a gaze momentarily.

     Suddenly, out of nowhere, the waitress had noticed I was sketching and asked if I was an artist. I simply replied that I was an aspiring artist, and she responded by standing next to me, resting her body against the booth with her knee on the seat. We had a brief conversation about how her mother was an art teacher and if I was a student and where I was studying. It had turned out that the young lady in front of me was a student at the same community college I was enrolled at. The waitress made notice of that and said that we were strangers at the moment, but we could end up being classmates. In my mind, I replied to that by saying that there are multiple campuses and that the odds of us being classmates were slim.

     I continued on with my meal, and I left. Instead of making my way back into my car, I decided to explore the vicinity. The strip mall contained a Japanese grocery store, an Indian health foods & spices shop, a Mexican restaurant, a Japanese restaurant, and hair salons. I walked across to the shopping center near by, and within the entire radius, there was nothing captivating, so I went back to my car and left.

     Town Center became my next destination. I explored the area briefly, and in that short amount of time I admired the high buildings, breeding a lust for the city life within me. Afterwards, I made my final stop at Barnes & Noble. It occurred to me at that moment that one of my favorite genres of literature is non-fiction, specifically books about psychology/sociology. I picked up Quiet by Sarah Cain, but ultimately decided to put it back down after debating whether I should buy it or not.

     My journey came to a conclusion as I made my way back towards home. My gas meter was breathing against the bottom, next to ‘E’, so I decided to fill my tank halfway. The time read around a little past four o’ clock. I felt that was a good time to end my adventure. Hopefully, next week will be more much more interesting. Maybe I’ll travel even further and to a destination much more unknown.