The Introduction of E. M. Kingston

Welcome friends to the ramblings of my subconscious! It is always hard to find the right words to introduce myself, as I am not good at speaking out front about who I am.  I will just share a little and hope that it intrigues you to read further.

As a young girl, poetry always challenged my mind to think in different directions..with my creativity peaking when I discovered poetry in the 6th grade.  It started with rhymes of my teachers (some getting me in quite a predicament with those said teachers), and then I started writing poems about nature and the world around me.  It became an outlet for me to express myself in ways that helped me understand more than letting others into my world.  As time has gone on, a darkness has filled a few of my writings, and it brings me to where I am today…rambling on about life, happiness, and even strife that I conquer or fail at in my everyday boring life.

I hope that my writings will touch you in a way to make you love what you are reading or allow you to relate to the feelings which I am bringing forth to you…the public.

Merry meet,

E. M. Kingston

Happy Haunting for Marjorie ~ #FFFC

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It wasn’t one of those old country love songs that had her smiling as she jotted her thoughts down on the paper. It was the sounds of the ghosts on the radio, and it was the sun that was brushing against her face through the antique window. It was the way that the old rug beneath her bare feet tickled if she moved them a certain way. It never got old, and she was never in a rush for the activity in the house to stop. She hated being alone.

It was peaceful to hear them bickering at one another. It was like instant gratification when their voices would ring out, even if they did have big mouths. Jack and Deloris were the loudest spirits Marjorie had ever met, and since her near-death incident, she could hear every word they said to each other. They were still the same married couple that she had read about in the house’s detailed history. They would bicker so loud at times that the lights would flicker in every room of the house. They were harmless though. They co-existed with Marjorie very well and vice versa.

“Jack, you brought this on yourself, ya know? All you have to do is accept that we are no longer alive. I want to move on!”

Things would move around the room when Jack got mad. “If I am dead, how come I can see my hand in front of my face and use that same hand to throw all these damn books across the room, huh? Ms. Smarty Pants…answer that one!”

Marjorie chuckled under her breath.

“See…if I was dead, she wouldn’t be able to laugh at me.” He directed a dirty look to Marjorie but she couldn’t see it. She could hear them over seeing them most times. “It’s not nice to laugh at an old man, Marjorie.”

Deloris intervened, “Leave that girl alone, Jack…” He was tossing books around the room.

Marjorie looked up from her notepad. She said nothing at first. She just smiled at the radio that was talking to her.

“I’m sorry, dear…he’s a jerk that won’t accept that he is dead as a doornail! Ain’t that right, my dear sweet husband?” Deloris was becoming patronizing towards Jack. It annoyed her that Jack could not accept their fate was sealed.

Deloris was adamant about the fact that they were apparitions and not alive, but Jack still thought he was walking and talking on the plane of the living. He was in denial and refusing to accept that he had met his demise by a semi crashing into their car and pushing them into a ravine. Deloris tried to move them on from the otherworld so many times that she lost count, but Jack was as stubborn as a mule. They had occupied and haunted that beautiful mansion since 1996, and Marjorie bought the house in 2010.

Before they met Marjorie, Deloris would always have to control Jack’s temper because he would scare the tenants of the house away. He did not like to lie low or adhere to the restrictions that she put on him, so Marjorie’s presence was a breath of fresh air to him. He could be himself, besides the fact he did not think he was dead.

“Leave it to you to toot your own horn, Wifey!” He tried to grab a berry from the plate on Marjorie’s desk in a matter-of-fact way to prove a point, but his fingers could not grasp the fruit.

“Dammit! Why is this raspberry being so difficult?” Deloris!!! Can you get me a few of these?” He pointed at the plate. It was an amenable effort for Jack to want something to eat…even though ghosts cannot possibly be hungry.

“For Pete’s sake…” Deloris sounded so annoyed, “No, Jack…I cannot grab a piece of fruit, and neither can you.

“I’m sorry Marjorie…this is probably making your head spin.” Deloris returned his argument, “The only one tooting and being a fool is you, Hubby!” She was annoyed at how ridiculous he could be, but she loved him anyway.

Marjorie shrugged it off and kept writing in her journal. They had no idea that she recorded everything they said in this journal. She was catching a chill all of the sudden.

She couldn’t see him, but Jack was pacing the floor so fast that Marjorie could feel the breeze of chill from their presence on her bare feet.

The ghosts were great at entertaining Marjorie, and she actually enjoyed hearing their petty disputes and his denial of death all the time. They were stuck to her like glue when she was home, and they always made a grand entrance into her ears just as soon as her ears opened each day. That’s the cost of being a medium, Marjorie always thought to herself.

Marjorie closed her notebook, collected her purse, and head out for the day. She knew when she came back that there would be more theatrics, but for now she was so hungry from the energy drain.

“See you soon, Jack and Deloris.”

Their white noise went quiet.

© E.M. Kingston 2022 – All Rights Reserved.


Another #FFFC inspiration allowed me to write this post.

The Bitter Silence of Sorrow

She sat staring, out the window

Cold was visible as frost on the glass

She wished to escape this place

The room with the view

To the clouds in the sky

Thoughts circle inside her head

The story, she narrated to herself

The emotion blending with her sorrow

Like a raven‘s meaning, unrest

Ensued upon her psyche

A fist, she clenched it tight

As she began to wear a frown

Her body did a slide, slumping

Against a wall, hard as a rock

Would there be any to save her?

When she chose not to speak?

Bitter silence.

© E.M. Kingston 2022 – All Rights Reserved.


This was written for The Sunday Whirl Wordle #536.

The words are italicized in the poem, and they are:

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Forgetfulness with E.M.

This week’s Sunday Poser from Sadje is:

My daughter says that I forget to take my medicine on time, and she added that I forget to take my dogs out with me when I go out to smoke a cigarette. She is right about the dogs. However, I have gotten better with taking my meds (I set a reminder on my calendar daily now), so I disagree with her about “on a regular basis” when it comes to taking my meds.

I forget to grab my phone when I leave the room or go outside, and I usually forget to lay something out for dinner on the regular.

I suppose forgetfulness will get worse as I age. I am just thankful that I can ask my Google Hub where my phone is all the time *laughs*

It is what it is, I suppose 🙂

Life Lessons and Passions with E.M. ~ #Bloganuary

I am having a few problems finding the Bloganuary posts in the widget, so I had to search and do investigating to find the prompts for the 15th and 16th. I will put them both in this post.

The January 15th Bloganuary question was:

Common sense…no explanation necessary 😀


The prompt for today on Bloganuary is:

The cause I am most passionate about is civil rights guarded by our Constitution. I want to think that the people in this generation have the ability to change the stomping of civil rights and begin fixing the history of the past. I want to believe in humanity again.

I want the Constitution to mean something again. I want women to be able to control their bodies. The government does not have a right to be sticking their nose in and telling people what to do with their reproductive health or their bodies, in general. l want to save people from death sentences for crimes they never committed. I want people who have melanin in their skin to be treated as humans and hope to see them receive reparations for their sacrifice to this nation. I want to see training in law enforcement be different than the training that military officers receive. I want to see units developed that are capable and able to respond to mental health emergencies.

Then the other side of it is the reality. I think this world works just how the hierarchy of people has chosen for it to work. It wants to hate and oppress people. It wants division. It wants inequality. It wants to divide and conquer any person who stands against its ideology of white supremacy. It’s a complete mess for anyone who believes in the Constitution, like me. We call it broken…they say it’s just right.

It feels like we are doomed, but I want to save someone’s life…just once at least.

xoxo, E.M.

E.M.’s Songs That Go Bang

This week the theme for Song Lyric Sunday is songs that feature lyrics of Bomb, Gun, Knife, Weapon. This was another week that I knew exactly which songs I would share with all of you from my playlists. Thank you to Jim (newepicauthor) for having this weekly prompt for us to share our music with one another. I really enjoy it!

The first song I will share with you is one by Shinedown called 45. A little summary of the song is about this man, and his heart is broken. He is contemplating taking his own life because his heart has no purpose anymore. When I was with my ex-husband, I could always relate to the feelings in the song, but I could never look down the barrel as he ponders on.

45

Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you’re told
Keep these feelings, no one knows

Whatever happened to the young man’s heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart

And I’m staring down the barrel of a 45
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45

Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There’s a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight

Whatever happened to the young man’s heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart

And I’m staring down the barrel of a 45
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45

Everyone’s pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe

And I’m staring down the barrel of a 45
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45

And I’m staring down the barrel of a 45
And I’m swimming through the ashes of another life
There’s no real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45

45
Staring down the barrel of a 45

The second song I chose to share with you is a true story about Cassie Bernall, a student that was murdered in the Columbine High massacre. She was killed because she told her murder that she believed in God when he asked. Flyleaf wrote Cassie in her honor for standing by her beliefs. She was brave and died for it.

School shootings are so often these days since Columbine, and it’s a reminder that we live in a world that is very cold and broken. A few themes ago, I shared Jeremy by Pearl Jam with the same kind of story. It’s sad, and it happens far too often.

There are two versions of this song, an acoustic and a full band. My preference is the full version, but some of you may enjoy the acoustic version better. (Lacy Sturm can belt out some screams that may not tickle everyone’s fancy *giggles*).

Here are both versions:

The Acoustic Version of Cassie by Flyleaf:

Cassie (Acoustic)

The question asked in order to save her life or take it
The answer ‘no’, avoiding death and ‘yes’ would make it

‘Do you believe in God?’ written on the bullet
Say yes to pull the trigger and my sister, Cassie, pulled it

They didn’t love their lives so much as to shrink from death
Inspired in their footsteps, we will march ahead
Don’t be shocked that people die
Be surprised you’re still alive

All heads are bowed in silent reverence
The floor is wet with tears of sorrowful remembrance
The alter’s filled with hearts of repentance
Perfect love kills all fear
Rejoice in this deliverance

They didn’t love their lives so much as to shrink from death
Inspired in their footsteps, we will march ahead
Don’t be shocked that people die
Be surprised you’re still alive

The Full Band Version of Cassie by Flyleaf:

Cassie

The question asked in order
To save her life or take it
The answer “No” to avoid death
The answer “Yes” would make it
Make it

“Do you believe in God?”
Written on the bullet
Say “Yes” to pull the trigger
“Do you believe in God?”
Written on the bullet
And Cassie pulled the trigger

All heads are bowed in silence
To remember her last sentence
She answered him knowing what would happen
Her last words still hanging in the air
In the air

“Do you believe in God?”
Written on the bullet
Say “Yes” to pull the trigger
“Do you believe in God?”
Written on the bullet
And Cassie pulled the trigger

How many will die
I will die
I, I will say “Yes”

“Do you believe in God?”
Written on the bullet
Say “Yes” to pull the trigger
“Do you believe in God?”
Written on the bullet
And Cassie pulled the trigger

(Do you believe?)
“Do you believe in God?”
(Do you believe?)
“Do you believe in God?”
(Do you believe?)
“Do you believe in God?”

And I will pull the trigger

Now, I am going to take you back to my younger years of sitting in my room (in the clubhouse I built under my trundle bed) and blaring my music to avoid everyone. The next song I chose to share with you is called You’re All Need by Motley Crue. Nikki Sixx revealed that one of his relationships inspired the song later when he wrote The Heroin Diaries. You can read the full story by clicking here.

You’re All I Need

The blade of my knife
Faced away from your heart
Those last few nights
It turned and sliced you apart
This love that I tell
Now feels lonely as hell
From this padded prison cell

So many times I said
You’d only be mine
I gave my blood and my tears
And loved you cyanide
When you took my lips
I took your breath
Sometimes love’s better off dead

You’re all I need, make you only mine
I loved you so I set you free
I had to take your life
You’re all I need, you’re all I need
And I loved you but you didn’t love me Laid out cold
Now we’re both alone
But killing you helped me keep you home
I guess it was bad
Cause love can be sad
But we finally made the news

Tied up smiling
I thought you were happy
Never opened your eyes
I thought you were napping
I got so much to learn
About love in this world
But we finally made the news

You’re all I need, make you only mine
I loved you so, so I put you to sleep.

I hope you enjoy my picks for songs that feature guns, weapons, knives, or bombs. We have to find a way to take away the normalization of school shootings and staying in abusive relationships. If you are not happy, leave. It is easier said than done, but I survived. I finally got away.

xoxo,

E.M.

E.M.’s Sunday Ramble Prompt #8

Welcome back to the next Sunday Ramble. For those that are just joining us, the Sunday Ramble Prompt will be based upon a certain topic. I will ask five questions (This week = six questions) about that topic, and you can ramble on however you wish. This post will be scheduled for 5 a.m. PST (California Time) every Sunday.

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This week’s topic is “Zombies, Aliens, and Apocalypse…Oh My!“.

Here are the questions:

  1. Choose one person from history you would want on your team in a zombie apocalypse. Why would you choose them?
  2. What is your weapon of choice in that zombie apocalypse?
  3. If Mars was to enter the Earth’s atmosphere safely, and it became able to sustain life, would you choose to live on Earth or to check out Mars?
  4. What do you think they keep at Area 51?
  5. Do you have a favorite show about space or aliens that you enjoy watching?
  6. Bonus Question: Do you like to watch zombie movies or television shows?

Once you have answered all of the questions, be sure to tag it with #EM-SRP and create a pingback to this post.

Please visit your fellow bloggers to see their rambles. It’s a nice way to get to know them *smiles*

Here are my answers:

  1. Choose one person from history you would want on your team in a zombie apocalypse. Why would you choose them?

    Amelia Earhart ~ She can fly planes and get me away from the zombies before I kill over and have a heart attack. I am deathly afraid of zombies, along with clowns and creepy porcelain dolls. 😀
  2. What is your weapon of choice in that zombie apocalypse?

    The Ghostbuster’s Proton Wand with the box to trap the SOBs in. However, I would need it modified by Tim the Toolman Taylor to work instantly instead of having to fight them into the trap with the electricity.
  3. If Mars was to enter the Earth’s atmosphere safely, and it became able to sustain life, would you choose to live on Earth or to check out Mars and live there permanently?

    As much as it sounds good to go live somewhere else, I would probably stay here because I don’t want to start over again. I think our planet is being killed by too many people on it, so it would be cool to have a split population. I could only hope all of the jerks head to Mars and leave Earth alone.
  4. What do you think they keep at Area 51?

    Honestly, everything they do not want us to see is at Area 51. I don’t know if that is aliens or dinosaurs. It could be nukes. All I know is that for one place to be so heavily guarded that it has to be something that would change the way we choose to live our lives if we knew those things existed. It’s kind of like the Vatican…except it’s guarded with guns instead of priests.
  5. Do you have a favorite show about space or aliens that you enjoy watching?

    My favorite movie about space is The Core, with Armageddon coming in second place. I will give third place to The Abyss.
  6. Bonus Question: Do you like to watch zombie movies or television shows?

    Heck to the NO! I cannot even watch the original zombie movies without night terrors. There is something really creepy and effed up about an undead person wanting to eat your flesh…eww!

I look forward to seeing your responses!

xoxo, E.M.


Last week’s Wrap Up! I enjoyed reading everyone’s book rambles! It was cool to hear how everyone viewed their books and book series. I learned about new books that I want to read and new ways of reading them. Thank you!

Writer Ravenclaw

Sadi Rose

Matt D (Writing With Cancer)

Melanie B. Cee

Pensitivity101

Claudia

Astrid

Tena Carr

Paula Light

Fandango

True_George

Carol Anne (Therapy Bits)

Shreya Shah

The Sandman (The Jazzocracy)

I hope you all enjoy this week’s crazy Sunday Ramble, and I appreciate all of you participating and making my prompt amazing! It was a record-breaking week for me on my blog for visits, views, comments, and likes. I felt very special!

xoxo, E.M.

E.M.’s Songs of the Week (On Sunday)

My Saturday was kind of busy because I had errands and cleaning to get done. It happens sometimes. I am up way too late again because I felt like I didn’t do anything on here today. It’s okay to stay up sometimes I suppose.

Last week I forgot my Saturday Song of the Week, so I am going to do two of them today.

My sister sent me this first song night before last, and I think the tragedy in it is pretty beautiful. The song is called It’ll Be Okay by Shawn Mendes. Apparently, his and Camilla’s relationship went belly up, and she dumped him. Tragedy can be beautiful if you allow it to not break you. It’s a lesson.

“It’ll Be Okay”

Are we gonna make it?
Is this gonna hurt?
Oh, we can try to sedate it
But that never works
Yeah

I start to imagine a world where we don’t collide
It’s making me sick but we’ll heal and the sun will rise

If you tell me you’re leaving, I’ll make it easy
It’ll be okay
If we can’t stop the bleeding
We don’t have to fix it, we don’t have to stay
I will love you either way
Ooh-ooh, it’ll be oh, be okay
Ooh-ooh

Oh, the future we dreamed of is fading to black
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh
Oh, there’s nothing more painful
Nothing more painful, oh-woah (Oh-woah)

I start to imagine a world where we don’t collide
And it’s making me sick but we’ll heal and the sun will rise

If you tell me you’re leaving, I’ll make it easy
It’ll be okay (It’ll be okay)
And if we can’t stop the bleeding
We don’t have to fix it, we don’t have to stay (Don’t have to stay)
I will love you either way
Ooh-ooh, it’ll be oh, be okay
Ooh-ooh

I will love you either way
It might be so sweet
It might be so bitter
I will love you either way
It might be so sweet
It might be so bitter (Ooh-ooh)

Oh, if the future we’ve dreamed of is fading to black
I will love you either way

This next song I am sharing because it goes with my Sunday Ramble. I have always loved Aerosmith, and this song is featured in one of my answers about space movies (spoiler alert). The second song I have chosen is I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing by Aerosmith.

“I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing”
(from “Armageddon” soundtrack)

I could stay awake just to hear you breathing
Watch you smile while you are sleeping
While you’re far away and dreaming
I could spend my life in this sweet surrender
I could stay lost in this moment forever
Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure

Don’t wanna close my eyes
I don’t wanna fall asleep
‘Cause I’d miss you, baby
And I don’t wanna miss a thing

‘Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I’d still miss you, baby
And I don’t wanna miss a thing

Lying close to you feeling your heart beating
And I’m wondering what you’re dreaming
Wondering if it’s me you’re seeing
Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we’re together
And I just wanna stay with you
In this moment forever, forever and ever

I don’t wanna close my eyes
I don’t wanna fall asleep
‘Cause I’d miss you, baby
And I don’t wanna miss a thing

‘Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I’d still miss you, baby
And I don’t wanna miss a thing

I don’t wanna miss one smile
I don’t wanna miss one kiss
Well, I just wanna be with you
Right here with you, just like this

I just wanna hold you close
I feel your heart so close to mine
And just stay here in this moment
For all the rest of time, yeah, yeah, yeah

Don’t wanna close my eyes
Don’t wanna fall asleep
‘Cause I’d miss you, baby
And I don’t wanna miss a thing

‘Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
I’d still miss you, baby
And I don’t wanna miss a thing

I don’t wanna close my eyes
I don’t wanna fall asleep
‘Cause I’d miss you, baby
And I don’t wanna miss a thing

‘Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream would never do
And I’d still miss you, baby
And I don’t wanna miss a thing

Don’t wanna close my eyes
I don’t wanna fall asleep, yeah
I don’t wanna miss a thing

If you want to share your songs of the week, go ahead and share them and shoot me a pingback. I love music, and I would love to learn new songs through you! 🙂