All You (poem)

So many beautiful faces

In a room full of aces

But I only need one

For he’s the top gun

What a sight to see

As you’re dressed immaculately

Stellar is what you emit

And you’re the type to commit

You have me amazed

So much that I feel dazed

I can lose myself in your eyes

Because that’s where true beauty lies

Your walk is even captivating

And my heart is what you’re invading

You’re the definition of glorious

And being next to you has me feeling victorious

I’m happy to be at your side

Because with you, it’s a smooth ride

And since you occupy my heart space

There’s no need to run a race

Because I’ve already got the prize

When I look in your eyes

You’re everything and more

But mostly, you’re the one I adore.

You’re just what I needed

And together we’re completed.


I got inspired by seeing a bunch of handsome Marines walking around at my place of work and I just ended up turning it into a love poem. No, I’m not in love or feeling the euphoria when you’re in puppy love but everyone loves love, so why not make another poem about it. With so much negativity, let’s try to being in some positivity. I’m doing my part. 😊

How Unfortunate (poem)

When I first saw you, I didn’t think much

I just viewed you as “some guy” and such

Never did I think you’d have the touch.

A few weeks passed and I liked your personality

So I’d seek you out because I enjoyed your company

And then I knew you were the perfect best friend for me.

When I’d see you, I didn’t expect more than a hug

Even though I was bitten by the love bug

And it was a feeling I couldn’t just shrug.

When we first got together

Everything seemed perfect, even the weather

And I couldn’t fight my feelings, I was at the end of my tether.

As the months passed, what we had was rapidly fading

And the realization was soon invading.

Why did I let this happen when we weren’t even dating?

Then I had to bring you some news,

It was something you couldn’t easily excuse

But to be a part of it was something you chose to refuse.

Of course, your honesty made me sad

That you weren’t going to be there to be a dad

And all this trauma was driving me mad.

I wish things could’ve happened much differently

But then I wouldn’t have my daughter to love unconditionally

And that is the end of the “love” between you and me.

A Few Haikus Dedicated to my Love

To my jerk daughter. I love her so much even though she’s a monster. 💜


1) I love her dearly

She began life inside me

Now walks beside me.


2) When I look at you

I know I have a reason

To breathe and to live.


3) I will protect you

For you are my purpose to

Push forward in life.


4) Love is when you look

At your amazing daughter

And feel completed.


A Few Haikus

I wrote these in my mini handy dandy notebook while I was bored with some “spare” time.

1) Such humble, wealthy

Women with great class and drive

Helps keep hope alive.

2) Heartless egoist;

Megalomaniacal,

Wretched, filthy wench.

3) Drop dead gorgeous,

Captivatingly lovely,

Thoughtful, sweet lady.

4) So many morons

Lusting after unseen wealth.

Go home already!

5) How lovely it is

To witness so much wasted

Time in a black void.

My Tumblr blog about Societal Standards

“They want us all to be the same. One faceless mass of morons who follow the same fads. I’ll speak more from a woman’s point of view because, well I am a woman, a biological one as well.

We’re expected to look a certain way. They want us to spend hours to get ready so we can alter our natural features. The worst part is that we spend money on all this expensive makeup, but when we die, will it really matter? Not only our faces are supposed to be immaculately altered but our hair is supposed to be “done” all the time. We can’t just wash our hair and put it in a bun without some man, or anyone, for that matter to make a snide comment about it being unbrushed/ unwashed when in reality it was thoroughly cleaned and completely brushed. On top of looking good from the head up, we’re expected to to have an amazing figure. Big tits, small waist and a full set of hips. If we have C cups or smaller, we’re considered to have “no boobs,” and the worst part is some of your so called female friends are the ones who perpetuate that ridiculous standard; then superficial men tag along with those beliefs. Thankfully, people are warming up to the fact that not all women can attain a hip to waist ratio of under .7 but it’s still preferable to have that tiny waist and big hips.

Now that the looks are covered, let’s not forget the other things that are expected of us. These may and can apply to men as well. Our education and career. So, what is it? We’re ideally supposed to have a degree and a career by 25-26? You know, it’s kinda hard to decide what we’re going to do for the rest of our life when all of our life we’re pretty much rewired to hold certain beliefs and it doesn’t help when we have friends and family telling us what we should do it where to work. They most likely mean well, but are we happy with it? Are we choosing an education that will really get where we truly want to be, or are we choosing it because we feel pressured? Let’s be honest, most of us don’t know a whole lot of people who have at least a bachelor’s degree and a satisfying career by that age range. Most people work a job that they don’t want to be working for the rest of their life to pay off student debt or are trying to save money for their education.

What about marriage? We all NEED to have a partner. We’re not allowed to be single and happy. We need to have a life partner to be there for all the life changing events in your life as well as the mundane day to day activities. Nevermind if your partner is toxic for you; it’s more acceptable to have a shitty partner than to be single with a sound mind. Yes, marriage can be beautiful and if it works for them, then good for them but it’s lousy to believe everyone needs to be married.

We just need to quit living by society’s standards. I’m aware we have our own preferences in what we’re attracted to or what we do and don’t find attractive but it’s very unnecessary and shallow to place those aesthetic standards on everyone else. What works for one person or people doesn’t work for all. Let’s just stop caring about what’s expected of us, mind our own business and live life the best way that works for us. ~

https://nikkropolis.tumblr.com/post/179711874949/societal-standards

I think I’m an “Ace”

I’ve been reading on asexuality for a while. I do believe I fall somewhere in that spectrum. I have no interest in sex and I have absolutely zero interest in romance. Sure, I can find a guy handsome but I can also find a woman beautiful yet to me, they’re the same; I have no sexual attraction to either of them.

I’m not a virgin and I do have a daughter but now that I look back, I have an explanation for the way things happened. I was 23 when I “lost” my virginity and I had what was supposed to be sex with him, only twice. I believe that was a self fulfilling prophecy because I do remember when I was 12, I didn’t want to lose my virginity until I was 23. As I got closer to 23, I got more embarrassed of being that “old” for a virgin.

I remember being embarrassed of being a virgin all throughout highschool because my unattractive and out of shape friends already lost their virginity and when I finally started working at my current job, I didn’t want everyone to know I was still a virgin. I was still embarrassed at my lack of sexual “experience” since my first partner had me twice; the first incident being under a minute. I decided to let a one night stand happen with a guy I had a crush on at the gym I was going to since it’s such a shame for a 24 year old to only have been intimate twice in her life.

Then I turned 25 and I technically only had sex three different times. I was still embarrassed and ashamed of my lack of experience. Then came along a gentleman that would change my life forever. I didn’t think much of him at first but as we started to get to know each other and he was showing genuine interest in what I had to say and displayed manners, I became infatuated with him.

Fast forward to a few months after that, we became intimate. I loved him and he couldn’t do any wrong so I let it happen. That doing didn’t end so well but I did end up having a daughter by him and I don’t regret it at all.

My sperm donor was the last person I was intimate with and it’s been almost three years since we were that close. I have no desire to be intimate with anyone not any desire to have romance in my life. I only enjoy platonic relationships.

No, I’m not heartbroken and waiting for my last partner to mend things with me and I didn’t let him “ruin my views on relationships;” I just really think I’m an ace. I’ve never really had an actual relationship that lasted at least a year and I’ve only had three partners in my life. I don’t crave sex or romance. I may say things in jest about an attractive man, but I don’t act out on it. I’ve only had one crush since my last partner and I do believe the cause of the crush was not only to have something to look forward to at work but also the taboo factor in it (which I might mention in a later blog).