Saturday, February 28, 2015

Imperfect Writing Prompt

Hey, beauties!! <3

So I decided that today I am going to be happy again.
The house is quiet, and my cousins are here safely, and I am baking muffins and making egg and Hashbrown casserole, and I am happy :)

So here's the writing prompt from today. :) I really liked it. It's simple, and not really about anything in particular, just me writing.

Today’s Prompt: Write imperfectly for ten minutes. It's just a draft, and you have no idea where it will lead you

Owl City’s “Rainbow Veins” pounds into my ears as I breath. In, out, in, out. One batch of muffins is done, the other is in the oven.
Two egg casseroles are waiting to be made along with another batch of muffins. But here I am, writing, my fingers tap-tapping away at these keys.
Write anything, they told me. Anything at all. Just go. Think of a word, and have no idea where to go with it, and go anyways.
So here I am, typing, my computer screen glaring at me. “Find something to write about” it tells me, so I will write about him. This old laptop with its waning battery power and it’s stern looks at what stories I tell.
Faithful computer, keeping all my tabs up at the same time, and playing music into my ears for inspiration. “Feast on this,” he tells me, “Maybe you will come up with something good.”
He doesn’t like how much I use him, but the keys are so used to my touch that they almost press themselves down. Almost. They fit my fingers perfectly because of the many years of wearing away.
On this piece of equipment, I have written my best, and my worst. I guess I don’t know what I’ll do without it. This computer is a sturdy one, but he’s old, and sooner or later, he will go away, and when that day comes, I don’t know what I will do with myself.
Who will let me listen to the same song over and over and over, and drive me crazy with his glitches, and yet, entertain me with Netflix, and HelloPoetry, and Blogger, who will allow me to contact my friends from miles and miles away?
Dear computer, I started this prompt writing about something completely different.
I know that one day you will break down forever, and on that day, I don’t know where my story will go.

I don’t know now.

So thanks for reading, everyone :)

Have an AMAZING weekend.

Be happy :)

Blessings :)

Friday, February 27, 2015

Cousin Happiness!!

Hey, everyone!!!!

So I am supersupersupersupersupersupersupersuper excited right now!!!

My cousin K is coming over with her sister D and I have never met D before, so I am sosososososososo excited.

They should be here in about an hour and a half, so I am making this brief.


Don't forget to subscribe, like this post, comment and, as always

have a blessed weekend.

I love all you guys!!!!! <3

Wednesday, February 25, 2015


Are any of these books good???

Thanks for the input. :)

Goodnight, everyone :)

Poem - "stay"

Hey, Gems <3
Here's a poem I wrote :)

Check out more at Hellopoetry,com.
Name: Marisa Lu Makil
If you stay
I'll never leave
I'll wear my feelings
On my sleeve

If you stay
I'll hold you tight
Tangle our arms
in the night

If you stay
I'll love you forever
Hold your hand
And never sever

The bond we have
And people will stay
I'll bet he's glad
He stayed.

If you stay,
I'll love you so
Through the rain
And through the snow.

Stay because I love you.
Stay because I care
Breathing next to you
Is breathing in air.
Thanks so so much for reading :)
I have had a lot this week.
Work on Monday, Bible Club on Tuesday, a Business Meeting at church tonight, work tomorrow, Friday is cleaning for my cousins who are coming, Saturday is work again, Sunday is church all day, and then Monday it all starts over again.
Thanks for all the prayers you guys are sending up for me.
I would also ask that you pray for a friend of my family. She is currently hosting 3 foster children. Two of which were neglected (Wolverine and his brother), and Wolverine of them is in the hospital, so if you could pray for him, that would be wonderful. Also, the 3rd boy they have turned 1 today, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUGGY BOY!!!! Please pray for the family that they will get enough rest, and that Wolverine will heal quickly so that he can get back to the family who loves him so much.
Pray that I would be kind to those around me, and also, K and I are dog-sitting for a week starting next Friday, so please pray that everything goes well.

Thanks so so so much :)
Blessings <3

Monday, February 23, 2015

HelloPoetry Love

Okay, is seriously amazing. I love it.
Here's a glimpse of some of the poems you can find there.

I see it in his eyes,
I can hear it in his voice;
He loves me.
And it hurts.. how much I wish I had the choice
To love him that way too.
~Nicole G

Even the fullest,
Brightest moon
Is just a breath of a sliver of a thought 
A skeleton
When the light shifts
~Felicia Moon

throughout my short time
of stumbling around this earth
and often landing on my face,
i would like to declare that
the meaning of life
is that life has no meaning
until you give it some

Remember the days of our first happiness,
how strong we were, how dazed by passion,
lying all day, then all night in the narrow bed,
sleeping there, eating there too: it was summer,
it seemed everything had ripened
at once.  And so hot we lay completely uncovered.
Sometimes the wind rose; a willow brushed the window.

But we were lost in a way, didn't you feel that?
The bed was like a raft; I felt us drifting
far from our natures, toward a place where we'd discover nothing.
First the sun, then the moon, in fragments,
stone through the willow.
Things anyone could see.

Then the circles closed.  Slowly the nights grew cool;
the pendant leaves of the willow
yellowed and fell.  And in each of us began
a deep isolation, though we never spoke of this,
of the absence of regret.
We were artists again, my husband.
We could resume the journey.
~Louise Gluck

There you are. There's a lot of different kinds of poetry, and I love every bit of it.

Thanks for reading. Check me out on :)
Thanks tons.
Blessings :)

Saturday, February 21, 2015

A Safe Haven for My Poetry

Hey, everyone :) Sorry for the silence.
I found this website called HelloPoetry.
I will be posting my poetry on there for awhile.
Feel free to read it. :) My name on there is Marisa Lu Makil.

Thanks so much.

Saturday, February 14, 2015


Yeah, that's right. Valentines Day. A Hallmark Holiday where those of us without a Significant other get to lounge around in our pajamas all day and listen to music without having to deal with buying our significant other a gift, or going out.
Yeah, in case you couldn't tell, I'm not really into the whole Valentines Day thing, but I am still going to post a story about it, sooo yeah. :P Just because I feel inspired ;) :)

Also, just a thing, all of you need to watch an Invisible Sign because it's sad and awesome, and beautiful, and cute and it made me cry, and yeah. So you guys need to watch it. It's on Netflix, I think. <3
Okay lastly, sorry for the swearing in advance :P

Alrighty. Here's the story <3 Thanks for reading :)

"Never Cry Alone"

Ella was on her way back from work to her single-floor apartment, just thinking about what she was going to do for the Valentines Banquet on friday when a boy gripped her hand as she passed the edge of the building.. She jumped, startled. Then relaxed as she placed its owner. Alec.
“Hey, Ella.”
“Hi…” she whispered.
“I was you going anywhere...right now?”
A nervous laugh made its way up from her throat. “No, I’m just wandering aimlessly.” Sarcasm twisted my face, and he responded in kind.
“So...are you hungry?”
“No.” her stomach rumbled. Traitor. Alec glanced down at her protesting abdomen.
“Wanna grab a burger or something? I think Alonzo’s is still open..”
Her heart thudded in her chest. She had never been asked out before. Lauren said that it was because Ella intimidated everyone with her fierce beauty, but no one actually believed that. Well...maybe Lauren did, but she didn’t count. She was prone to exaggerate-everyone knew it. In fact, in sixth grade, Mr. Hutcherson was having his students perform a science experiment with Bunsen Burners. Lauren smelled the smoke, and pulled the fire alarm. She got suspended, but she genuinely thought there had been a fire.
Ella’s mind wrenched back to the present, realizing she was standing there with a dumb smirk on her face.
Did this count as a date?
“Um…” Answer, answer, answer! her mind screamed at her. She glanced at her watch. 8:30PM. Crap! “I...can’t. My mom-she asked me to skype her, and I have about ten minutes to get everything set up...sorry. Maybe another time…”
Alec did that adorable half-smile thing that he did. “No problem, Ella. We’ll figure something out.”
So it was a date.
Ella hurried across the street, waving as she went, to set up for her skype call.
She needed to call Lauren right now.
Again crossing the street, Ella jumped when a voice said her name.
“Hey, Ella!” Alec. “Funny how we keep bumping into each other here. How about that burger?”
Dangit! She winced, groaning. “I...can’ dad is in town tonight. I promised him...I’d hang out with him tonight, sorry…”
“It’s okay, Ella. But I am getting that date.”
And he was gone.
Ella hurried back home, fumbling for her keys at the door. She splashed a lock of dark hair out of her face. Her dad would be here by now. He always had a key to her apartment. It was part of their deal when she told him she wanted to move out. She tried the door when this thought came to her head.
Unlocked. Her dad was here.
Ella thought back to her conversation with Alec on the sidewalk. She made a mental note to get rid of any plans she had had tomorrow in case he asked again.
A small smile brightened her face when she walked into her living room and found her dad asleep on the couch. She tucked a wool blanket around him and went to her room.
Time for some sleep. She’d talk to her dad tomorrow.
Wednesday: Around breakfast.
Dad had left a note this morning telling Ella to meet him at The Barn (an amazing breakfast spot) at 7:30AM. Still rubbing sleep from her green eyes, Ella stumbled out of bed and made for the bathroom to do her hair.
A beer bottle was on the counter, and with a sigh, Ella swept it into the trash.
Oh yeah, that was another thing-Ella’s parents had split two years ago, and her father had never recovered.
In other words, he was a hopeless drunk.
When she got to The Barn, Ella’s father was waiting for her, two mugs of coffee on the table, one half empty, the other filled to the brim. She smiled when she saw him.
A hundred thoughts ran through her head, when he saw her.
Shouldn’t be in public.
Get out.
Get him out.
Ella marched up to her father, tossed a few bills onto the table and lifted her father gently from his chair.
“Come on, dad. We’re gonna go home.”
“No, jusht lemme finish my coffee...” he slurred.
“You’re drunk, dad.” she whispered to him, “You can’t be in public.”
He rocked as she supported him, and she thanked the hostess-Red on the way out.
“You need a cab, hunny?” Red hollered to her.
“No thanks, Red. I think walking will be okay.” As they walked, Ella’s father mumbled miscellaneous things, finally yelling that his ex-wife was a whore. Blushing furiously, Ella dragged him back to her apartment where he fell unceremoniously onto the sofa.
“Whydju do that?”
“Why what? Why did I walk home, or why did I drag your drunk-butt out of a public area? Dad, you’re drunk! When is this going to stop?! You can’t do this forever!”
“I can be as drunk as I wanna be dammit, and you don’t talk to your father like that, Ells. Don’t talk to me like that.”
“I can talk to you however I want. You have been less than a father to me the last two years, and I am tired of it! Do you hear me?! This has to stop!  God, dad! I have tried and tried to help you through this! I put you up, I buy whatever you need, and you still won’t even try to stop this! You’re in love with your addiction! That’s why mom divorced you in the first place!”
The millisecond the last eight words left her tongue, she regretted them. But she didn’t try to take them back. It was true.
She just left-running to her bedroom, leaving her drunkard dad laying on the couch. Why even bother. He was probably going to go and drink more because of it anyway. He would never change.
When he knocked on her door, she ignored him. She always opened the door, but not this time. This time he was on his own.
He kept knocking.
“Dammit, El! Let me in! I am your father, and you will let me in!”
Ella slammed open the door, and started to tell him to “get the hell out of her house”  but his fingers were around her throat before she could say a word.
“You think you can speak to your father like that?! To me?! Huh?! Speak, you little bitch! I dare you!” He lifted her off the floor and that was when her breath started to leave. She couldn’t breath!
Little sparkles of light flitted in front of her eyes. When he realized he was killing her, her body dropped to the floor. She started to crawl away, but he wasn’t done.
“Get back here!” he tore her arms toward her back, and she screamed at the pain that erupted from her shoulders. He backhanded her across the face, sending her flying back a little. Tears prickled her eyes.
He still wasn’t done.
Blow after blow-his fist connected with her skin so many times she lost count.
When someone knocked on her door, she could hardly hear it, everything hurt so much.
Maybe it was one of the neighbors! Maybe Mr. Moris had heard her crying!
“You stay right there. Don’t make a sound or I will make you wish I had killed you. There are worse things than death.”
The knocks grew more frantic, and her father left his post to go answer the door. She heard him take a deep breath before opening the door, but it was too late. It slammed open, meeting his forehead. Someone came rushing in.
A familiar face was standing  above her, but she couldn’t hear what he was saying. She couldn’t see him clear enough.
His lips were moving....
Ella saw the boy whip around and connect his fist with her father’s jaw. Her father fell backwards-unable to keep his stability with all the alcohol in his system.
Her hearing was coming back. Almost…
“Ella, we have to...come...he’s going to...back...come...I’ll help you.”
He swung her arm over his shoulder, and then, seeing that she couldn’t walk, slid his arm under her knees, buckling them, and lifted her up.
He carried her outside to a waiting car, and slipped her into the back seat.

Wednesday: 12:00 Midnight
When Ella woke, she was in a bed that was surrounded by four square metal walls. Water was running somewhere, and there was a glass of water next to the bed. A note stood next to it.
“Taking a shower.
Be out soon.
Water is for you. :)
She smiled a little and took a sip of the water. Then another. Then she downed it.
When Alec emerged from what she assumed was the bathroom, he was pulling a T-shirt over his head. He grinned when he saw that she was awake. “How are you feeling?”
“Okay...I guess.”
“Yeah. That wasn’t exactly how I imagined our first date going. I kind of thought it would be like me taking you out to dinner, and then walking you home...I’d kiss you goodnight...we’d make plans for another date...etcetera.”
“See that’s where your plans went wrong.” she said, sitting up a little more. “I don’t kiss on first dates. It’s rule number 1.”
He came and sat on the edge of the bed. “Oh yeah?”
She nodded. Alec pushed a strand of hair out of her face. That one lock of hair that always managed to get in the way of everything.
“What about second dates? Cus...I’m free tomorrow, and-”
Work. Work! Ella sat up suddenly, sending blood to her head, and a headache pounding in her temples.“I have to get to work! I am going to be so late! What time is it?! What day is it?”
He laughed gently and pushed her back down into a sitting position. “Don’t worry. I already called Jamie and told her that you wouldn’t be able to make it the rest of this week. She agreed that you had been working too much, and asked me to let you know not to let you come in to work the rest of this week either.”

She smiled and ran a hand through her tangled hair. Maybe she didn’t have to go to that party alone.

Thanks so much for reading it!!! I hope you all liked reading as much as I loved writing!!!
Have an amazing Valentines Day, and a great weekend!!!!
Blessings <3

Tuesday, February 10, 2015


Hey, crew. I was scrolling through Facebook when I found this video, and I want all of you to watch it. I fell in love with it the first time, and I watched it five times before I stopped, and that was only because I had somewhere to be. I completely love this. I love it so much that I could spend hours listening and re-listening to this description of my GOD and of everything I feel put exactly the way I would if I could find the words for it.

I don't get GOD sometimes.

"I don't understand GOD sometimes.
There, I said it.
I don't understand GOD sometimes-no, I don't understand GOD a lot of the time.
Because sometimes my world is flipped upside down and I'm left hanging by a thread looking up or down or all around trying to figure out what in the world is happening to me.
See, he confuses me.
Loves me, baffles me, holds me, scares me, excites me calls me, shocks me, fools me, fakes me, freaks me, so I don't understand GOD sometimes.
I don't understand why kids are shot at school,
or why girls are sold into sex slavery,
or children are diagnosed with cancer,
or why teens commit suicide,
or why parents lose their jobs,
or natural disasters wipe out thousands,
or why people end up homeless,
or why mothers die of AIDS leaving their kids to have to face the world on their own-I don't understand you sometimes, GOD.
And when I see the sun shine behind the peak of a mountain as the sky explodes with color
Or when rain sings on old leaves,
Or geese paint a V across the clouds,
Or when little feet dance a melody,
Or when the night sky sparkles with stars like a disco ball, or when a little boy smiles so brightly the sun has to put on sunglasses, I don't understand you, GOD.
And then there are the moments those mysterious magical moments when I feel my heart fly inside of me. When my soul wants nothing more than to fall down and praise the one who is worthy.
When the GOD of the universe wraps me up in the biggest, most powerful, most life-giving hug imaginable-When you are closer to me than even I am to me, and I hear your voice mingled with mine-I don't understand you, GOD.
And those other moments-Those menacing, morbid moments when I feel my heart die inside of me. When my soul wants nothing more than to fall down and just stay down.
When those who said they liked me-loved me-hurt me. And tore open my heart leaving me broken and empty and scared and alone far from you, but even farther from myself left alone just me and my scars, I don't get you sometimes, GOD.
That you would take the hand of this sinful...scared...scumbag.
That you would pour your heart out for this wounded heart because in the moments-those menacing, mysterious, magical, morbid moments-every moment, you are with me. 
Beside me, 
Comforting me,
Completing me.
I don't understand GOD sometimes, but we have a GOD who is breathtaking , that is beautiful, that is loving, that is wonderful, that is powerful. 
That is unchanging and true and kind and just and forgiving and vast and incredible and majestic and gentle and deeper than the depths of the seas and grander than the highest peaks, and more intricate than the human brain and bigger than the expanse of space, and older than the very idea of time, and more [insert word here] than any sunset you've ever seen, and more than the word "MORE".
And forgive me, "forgiving" is such a poor and small description of how incredibly amazing this GOD we have is.
He cannot be described and
This big...but small
just, but merciful,
powerful, but tender,
omnipresent, but personal,
quiet, but loud,
servant, but KING
night and day GOD loves us.
I don't understand GOD sometimes.
But I don't have to.
You are GOD.
And that is more than enough."

I just love everything he said. How can he be so right? How can he have put to words every single thing that goes through my mind when I think of the word GOD?
He is vast, and immeasurable, and I can't describe him anywhere near as well as that guy just did.

Thank you so much for reading. In case you hadn't figured it out, the quote above is exactly what the guy said in the video that the link brings you to, which, by the way, I annotated myself because there doesn't seem to be anything on the internet about it other than that video.
So again, thanks tons!!!

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Blessings <3

Monday, February 9, 2015

Footprints in Odd Places

Hello everyone. Thanks for taking the time to read this. I hope all of you had an amazing weekend.

Today's prompt from Sarah Seleky was to write something about a footprint that I thought was in an odd place, and this just popped into my head. I wrote over my ten minutes, and I wanted to share it with you. I thought it was just really pretty and rather simple. I was listening to music on this link when I was writing it (specifically The time to run, waiting around, and having run) and so please take a look at Dexter, he is pretty amazing, and he does this music for the podcast "Welcome to Night Vale" so check that out as well, it's pretty cool.

Today’s Prompt: Write about a footprint you find in an odd spot.

It’s hidden in the pain of times long ago, 
Riding the winds of memory.
A footprint with tread marks as white as snow
Something I have yet to see.

It’s hiding in the blackness of my thoughts
Waiting for me to look there.
But the footprint dissolves into white dots,
Again it melts to thin air.

Come back, please, I want to remember you!
And no matter where you are,
I will find wherever you are hiding
And release you to the stars.

You are riding the wind magnificent--
But a better place for you
Would be down below by my footprint
Down and underneath my shoe.

Ah! I have found you now, little footprint
Filled with my mistakes and thoughts
Floating with a grayish tint
Twisting in and out of knots

The pain that you bear is near to me now-
I feel it more than ever.
But I have found you and you are prouder
Than ever you were back then.

It is worth the pain of having you here
I know what you are to me.
The pain that long ago I locked secure-
Visible for all to see.

All the memories I kept locked inside
Never wearing on my sleeve
Are all out there to be seen on outside

So now un’shamed I can grieve.

Alright, so thanks so much for reading!!! I had a ton of fun writing this, and I hope you enjoyed it. God bless all of you, and I hope you have a fantastic week.
Lord willing, more tomorrow.

Blessings <3