Twitter

I UN followed almost all of the people I was following on twitter, so they’re slowly UN following me back. The reason I did that is, because I kept tweeting about a human service organization that feeds people in need and now needs help to keep their doors open. Well not one of my twitter followers re tweeted this. Why follow people that aren’t reading my tweets? I now follow the people that support my writing and a few others. I also find it hypocritical when I’m reading many of the people that I follow tweet all of these preachy quotes, but they’re not re tweeting a tweet that could really help a lot of people.

The fact is that no one should follow me on twitter if they don’t have a heart for the mentally ill / homeless. If they see a tweet about an organization that feeds the homeless and can’t keep its doors open without donations, but feel no desire to re tweet it then that is a person that should not be following me on twitter. You only need to look at my about me page and know that!!!

I’m no saint. I don’t feel I’ve done enough myself to help. I beat myself up every day for not being able to help my own dad, or control him when he was out there. I do try to use my writing to help. My goal is to sell my screenplay, so proceeds will help the mentally ill/homeless. I once shared my entire story on MTV News Unfiltered hoping people could see my dad was a working class man that lost it all only to become one of America’s mentally ill / homeless, and his daughter couldn’t control him. It was very painful, lonely, and still no one helped me to help him. I hope in the future people will RT tweets- letting people know of organizations helping the poor. The internet is a big place and that one re tweet could reach the right person that could help.

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Rose Petal Is & Therese of the little Flower do you hear me?: poetry by Stephanie Lynn Hilpert

I have blue ocean eyes and white winter skin-
Soulless landscapes and silent windows to peer
from-night hair and rose petal lips- Distant
traffic sounding from distant streets-
——————- The Stars are breathing
solitude and space-the sparkling beasts circle
the wild atmosphere- Wild animals in the deep-
wilderness of the night are watching us
in the darkness like cat eyes- A flower is
motionless art moving that imitates the
wind and heart of season – A passing wish
and dying bee with no more honey-
Breathe me deep into your dark belly-where
I can swim-where I can pray- ponder- dark and deep
upon the she moon- Remembering the bitter sun and shaman-
dirt beneath my sky-less body, melting skin and hawk soul-
I’ve been running Godless towards God on feet that are bare
and blistered-still I run upon these bloody feet-
They carry my Godless soul into his arms,
Understand, I’m here alone-a withered old branch
dancing in the invisible wind. Understand,
I’m here alone-among the other outcasts –
mangled branches- I dangle alone.
Understand that this mouth that speaks these words
that seem invisible like the wind-is mine,
so dance the dance of will-understand the drum.
This solitude unwinds like a giant string-most likely
wrapping itself around my unborn child-
I’ve run so far into the mouth of God that
I’ve been swallowed whole enough to be alone with that
face in the moon again-eye to eye his oppressive stare
invading my space. I could consider his stare erotic,
or just rude. He watches me like I’m his prey.
I expect to see his giant tongue protrude violently forth.
It will consume me in this raw deep penetrating night
that covers the land in layers of dark-dark like my mood.
Rushing sea of distant crosses and God-rescue my mood
from the absence of the sun. All I have is this cat
on my lap to comfort my spiritless mood from the raw night
and its sharp teeth biting at my soul. Over the stars
I see-far with a vision of a blue night folding a shimmer into eternity.
Rose petals float with the air as if twins in spirit.
The air is the rose petal, is the rose petal, is the air.

© 2013 by Stephanie Lynn Hilpert
all rights reserved

Therese of the little Flower do you hear me?

I don’t always write rose petal words
in the face of adversity.

Friends turn their back when I say one wrong word.
Shadows appear like the face of Satan. I seem

to get along with the shadows better than
people. They silently spread rose petals across

the paper making it a pretty season of love.
Can you smell the roses? Who needs people

when you have the rose of a poem? Silence
emerged only to become my soul. Will

you set me free? I’m ready to die now
in your presence. Silence you’re too strong now

for the Goddess. Will you set me free? Silence is
the moth and I am the cloth.

WILL YOU SET ME FREE?

I am not a human anymore. I’m debris on the edge
of silence. Wipe me clean.

People are swine to me-
Men are swine-
I hear you like swine-
The face of a swine-
It is here; I see the light and am smitten
by the tail of the beast-
There is nothing, but madness-
Ancestors to die for now. Who would love me?

Where is God in my moment of prayer?
Therese of the little Flower, do you hear me?

I AM ALONE!

© 2013 by Stephanie Lynn Hilpert
all rights reserved

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My Lost Poem: Published In Paris/Atlantic. An International Journal of Creative Work. Volume XXII (Volume 22)

Roots
by
Stephanie Lynn Hilpert

My hair grows like weed,
or some sort of garden
dried by the sun.

It tangles like the thread
in an old ladies’ sewing kit.

It splits easy at the
end of this rope,

Painted dark by the
artist in my mother’s womb.

Sperm like the brush gently
touched against her egg
coloring me French,
German, and Italian.

Coloring me pale and lost
underneath this bush

That climbs itself into
my skull and reminds
me of my roots.

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The University of Phoenix Does Not Give An Assessment Test. You might go into debt and leave with NO Degree!!!

I enrolled with The University of Phoenix thinking that I was going to get a college degree and make a better life for myself. It really looked like the right idea at first. The Academic Counselor knew that I was horrible at Algebra, so they pushed my Algebra classes to the very end. They allowed me to go into financial debt knowing I had issues with Algebra.

Now, I really didn’t even know what an assessment test was when I enrolled, but after nearly over two years of college and getting ready to graduate—- except for the fact that I could not pass Algebra, I started to research! If they gave me an assessment test first they would have spared me from going into dept. They could have prepared me, etc.!

In any case, the University of Phoenix now wants to charge me for the classes that I could not pass even though I am in like $20,000.00 debt for attempting to get my associates degree which I could not finish, because I could not pass algebra. Now let me remind you that I have never taken Algebra before. With this college, you basically teach yourself in their on-line environment. Even in the workshop, you teach yourself! A person that has never seen Algebra before does NOT have a chance at the University of Phoenix!!!

When I first enrolled with this college, they did everything they could to please me. They suggested that I drop classes when I wasn’t passing them and now they’re charging me for them. It is all about money to this college. When I started, they just wanted to keep me in the college so they got paid!

I put a complaint in about them charging me for classes that my counselor suggested I drop and classes I couldn’t pass. They said I owe it. I owe so much money already; I feel like to charge a student for classes an academic counselor suggests they drop and ones they can’t pass is wrong!

Honestly, this just isn’t a good college anyway. Algebra needs to be taught as a webinar class for students that have never seen Algebra before. I suggested that to them and they didn’t even reply! In a webinar class- the class would be on cam, so students can ask questions and interact with the teacher, etc. As it stands now in a class at the university of phoenix you will post in an online class room and if you’re lucky you will get a reply from the teacher. You will read on your own, watch videos, and yes you can get a tutor. However when you have NEVER done algebra this is not good enough. You go into debt, could be punished for not passing, because this college is not good enough! Trust me, go to a walk on college campus, or these online colleges better start teaching with a webinar classroom setting and stop blaming the student for not learning.

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Writer

Dear Writer,

My name is Stephanie and I’m a writer. I might not always be the best writer, but I’m a writer. You might be a writer also. I find many, but not all writers to be the most arrogant creatures God ever created. The rest of us so called writers can’t let those writers make us put our pens down!

I started out writing poetry to survive. My father was a schizophrenic, so if I didn’t write poetry I would have blown my brains all over the place. It was very therapeutic to write. It saved my life during my teenage years, throughout my twenties, and even thirties.

I finally completed the screenplay about my father’s life (Daughter of a Rogue) in my thirties. I found that I like writing them. I liked writing horror! There was something healing about making all of my villains a female and I loved it.

Well now I’m writing these goofy little short stories. They need work, but at least I’m writing. I’ll get back to the screenplays again soon. As for the poetry, I’ve always said the poem is an entity all of its own and can’t be forced.
Keep writing!!

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Banned

I remember back when I lived in Palm Springs and I donated my book of poetry to the library. I’m pretty sure they rejected it. I never once saw it there. I understand the subject matter is raw. My mother was asking this local library, where I currently live about accepting books. They said it depends, because everyone self-publishes books nowadays. It needs to be approved.

Well, I was thinking about this actually. I do understand that not everyone is a great writer and poetry is an entity of its own. The great poets are few. Still poetry is the language of the people and everyone has the right to it.

Shall we discuss censorship and our public library? We have the right to choose what we read. We have the right to choose a self-published book to read even if it isn’t always written well, but let me tell you there’re some diamonds hiding in the piles of self- published books- if readers would think outside of the box of number one best sellers, and give them a chance!

Books banned from the library: The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Mark Twain, 1884, The Autobiography of Malcolm X, Malcolm X and Alex Haley, 1965 (Grove Press), In Cold Blood, Truman Capote, 1966, The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1925, The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1925, etc.

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“The woman who …

“The woman who follows the crowd will usually go no further than the crowd. The woman who walks alone is likely to find herself in places no one has ever been before.” Albert Einstein

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