My Mistake of Platforms

Those of you who also have WordPress.com sites may know that my site is on the same platform. From the url of the page you’re on, you can see that I paid for my domain, alyssa-wright.com.

What you can’t see is that I made a mistake by purchasing it.

Not because I do not want my domain, or my site, no.

My mistake was using WordPress.com rather than WordPress.org.

When I set up my site and this blog I didn’t even know that there were two sites. It wasn’t until after I had paid money that I realized I had intended to use WordPress.org.

For now I am sticking with my decision and WordPress.com.

When it comes time to pay again, however, I plan to migrate my site to WordPress.org.

Broken Streak

I did not post yesterday. I had a daily streak from July 2nd to July 30th. Today is a new day, I’m starting over. This is day one.

Additionally, the last few days I didn’t write anything. At all. No daily poems either. That streak ran from July 18th to July 27th. Today will be day one. I haven’t written the poem yet, but I will write one.

Despite breaking my streaks, I still feel that building the habit was valuable. If I can blog 29 days straight on my first try, how many days can I go on my second? I’ve done it once, I can do it again. If I can write a poem every day for 10 days, how many more days can I write a poem every day for?

This is a renewal, a new beginning.

“Hair Dye” (Poem)

Recently I dyed my hair. That is the subject of this poem, as you probably guessed from the title.

This was written 21 July 2018. It is day four of my current poetry writing streak.

My hair was meant to be blue

But instead I’m not sure if it’s true,

for it didn’t turn out

as I expected ‘twould.

It’s better than my brother,

who has no blue hair at all,

Despite the fact we tried

to make it so earlier tonight.

Halphbloods (Species Description)

An interesting fact about this species: I initially created them for a comic but didn’t develop them very well. That comic has since died/been canceled and I decided to repurpose the species and flesh them out better.

(the derogative name will not be related to English, so will be filled in later)

Characteristics:
human-like body, fangs or sharp teeth, multiple possible skin colors, different colored scleras and irises, male or female, multiple hair colors, pointed ears

Found on:
Lekreanfyr, Fohrtiil, Craoxien, Arshilkrin, Ortenfeil, Slyrpfyrn, Yrfsholgh, Irqulnirn

Social habits:
mature at about 20 earth years, often couple with a halphblood of the opposite sex, but may interbreed with other species, prefer relative isolation until mature

Lifespan:
50-120 earth years, possible more or less with interspecies breeding (for example, if a halphblood were to interbreed with a quarzyl, the resulting offspring might live to 300 earth years)

Housing:
often drab colored exteriors, elaborate architecture in and out, bright colored or shiny interiors, sleep in beds of various materials depending on what’s available and personal preferences

Clothing:
large, loose shirts in varying colors, pants in varying but more limited colors, don’t often wear shoes unless circumstances demand it

Familial structure:
mother cares for young until about one to two earth years, the offspring live a short distance from parents until they’re about five earth years when they go on a long journey to find a desirable place to live–this location may change once they’ve matured and coupled

Children:
mother carries a single baby halphblood for six earth months, the baby eats semi-solids as teeth finish coming in which takes two to four earth months, after which they eat like adults; the mothers don’t produce milk, so there is no nursing stage

Hierarchy:
based first on purity of bloodline, then color combination of scleras and irises from darkest colors to lightest, then skin color from coolest to warmest

Abilities:
can interbreed with any non-aquatic species inhabiting the same planets (generally the halphblood has to be female, but if the other species can also interbreed, it could go either way), can see small details far away, can hear far away or whispered conversations

“Dead Shower Thoughts” (Poem)

This was written 20 July 2018. It was day three of my current poetry writing streak.

Why do my thoughts

reek and rot

As if they are dead?

Here they are

just now, flowing

through my head.

But the words,

they stink and ooze

as something left for dead.

Why are my thoughts

reeking and rotten

As they flow through my head?

Prejudice (Poem)

This was written 16 July 2018.

Hear, hear,

you people around,

come hither and hear

of my adventures around!

I’ve been all the places

I’ve seen all the things

I’ve done whatever is common for human beings!

This adventure,

you see,

is desired by all,

and I’ve had it,

you see,

I’ve had it all!

All who desire to go on such trips

should listen carefully

to my masterful quips.

You have a lot to learn

before you live among true men,

for we look dissimilar enough

for them to realize

We don’t fit in!

But how can they see we’re different,

you ask,

they can see it, it seems,

with their eyes and their minds.

We don’t look like them

so we must not be the same,

they think,

and they’re both right and wrong

to think such.

For while we’re not strictly human,

we’re not not human either.

We’re just different,

but not, it should be,

to a noticeable degree,

at least from the people I’ve seen.

But they disagree

as you’ll notice right off.

A lot of them are nice,

as you’ve heard and expect,

but some are rude

when you’ve been perfectly polite.

There’s no reason for it,

but they will think you

don’t look quite right,

for whatever reason,

and treat you different for it.

The best you can do is ignore them

and move on to the humans

you’ve befriended,

listen to the nice ones,

take their words to heart,

for they’ll think of you

for who you are

rather than who they see with their eyes.

“Cigarette Stench” (poem)

This was written 19 July 2018. It is day two of my current poetry writing streak.

It smells like cigarettes,

I think from the guy,

it’s really gross,

but, hey, it’s not my life.

Doesn’t make it smart,

but still, who am I

to regulate another’s choice

Unless it also affects me?

There’s a line,

somewhere, on what can

and cannot be

Chosen for others,

And this, I think,

cannot.