Alexandria Stanwyck
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My inner child screams joyfully as I fall back in love with writing.
I am on social media! (Discord, Facebook, and Instagram.)
instead of therapy: poetry and lyrics about struggling and healing is available on Amazon.
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My Mind Is Blown #1. Content Warning.
Final Warning: Spoilers Ahead! I grew up watching X-Men: The Animated Series. Yes, it came out before I was born, but as the daughter of an X-Men fan, I was exposed to the many iterations of the popular group of characters from a young age. Even as I grew older, I often went back to the films (even The Last Stand) and the shows whenever the need for nostalgia hit me.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Geeks
Grandma's Sweet Potato Pie
I can barely remember you because you died along with her, and it's only her daughter who makes you now. Something's missing, but I can't quite put my finger on it; you have the same creamy texture, smooth like the rarest satin suited only for the highest of royals. You still have that unique shade of brown and I can see the specks of spice; it reminds me of her freckles and stars in the night sky. Your crust was always crimped and flaky, so different from her. She could not be compressed, forced in a mold, and she made sure she was always there until she couldn't anymore. It all blends into this perfect sweet bite of nostalgia, comfort, and home except, except something is still missing, and I still can't see it. Maybe the thing missing is her: "It was made with love." It's quite bittersweet to think of you. I miss you, I do, but sweet potato pie, I miss her more.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets
The Uphill Battle. Content Warning.
I was eight years old when I started to hate my body, triggered by an onslaught of change--puberty. Although I wasn't naive to what was happening, I was still confused and at war with, well, everything. People, males specifically, suddenly treated me differently, as if they noticed my femininity for the first time. It seemed for the most part was either a fragile porcelain doll or something to drool over. But thankfully, the ones whose opinions I cared the most apart treated me the same. In part, I'd like to think they are why I didn't feel overwhelmed by negative thoughts. They were like guards who keep the negativity in one area of my mind, trying to keep them from taking over.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Viva
The Necessity That Is Social Media.
When I was a kid with dreams of becoming an author, I always romanticized it. Days spent scribbling away with papers strewn about while music playing softly in the background. I never thought about the publishing aspect until later, but when the time came, I looked at my options, deciding to try self-publishing. With my research and hearing other indie authors' experiences, I soon realized the power of social media.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in 01
Under the Snow. Content Warning.
Street lights dance on icicles hanging from the rooftops and naked tree limbs. The darkening night sky is speckled in falling snow and stars. The street is covered in a blanket of white, crisp powder, like a car with a fresh coat of paint.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Fiction
Saying Goodbye to the Blues. Top Story - April 2024.
I woke up this morning knowing my depression had come for a visit. I should have known it was coming. I haven't been able to sleep very well the past few days, but I chalked it up to my creative mind going on overdrive recently. It took me five days to finish a 348 page book when it would have normally took me five hours. My motivation has been dwindling, yes, there were many subtle signs my depression was coming to a head.
By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Psyche
