Tuesday, April 30, 2019

Stop the Violence


Shootings like the one at  University of North Carolina-Charlotte are becoming so commonplace but shouldn't. People are dying and/or getting injured for no reason. I don't understand the world sometimes. 
https://www.cbsnews.com/live-news/uncc-shooting-multiple-dead-injured-shooting-university-north-carolina-charlotte-today-2019-04-30/ 

I'm sending out love to the victims and the victims' families. 💖🕊✴ You're not alone. 
Please stop the horrible violence. 

Be safe y'all. 

Smooches and think Tink. 

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Just an Update


For a week, I've had a cold and haven't been writing or reading. It's difficult to think when my head is full of snot, lol. ðŸĪ§ðŸĪŠ
  

Don't worry though, I'm getting better. I'll write soon. 

Smooches and think Tink! 🧚ðŸŧ‍♀️💋

Friday, April 19, 2019

Happy Easter (Hehehe!)




Have a good weekend y'all! 😜 

Smooches and think Tink!! 🧚ðŸŧ‍♀️💋

Friday, April 12, 2019

My Own Protection Spell (a poem)



My Own Protection Spell 

As these words come onto my bright computer screen,
I send out my fiercest protection
to my dearest ones near and far;
Make sure that they feel loved, secure, cared for. 


(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2019 

Poet Notes: Okay, I'm not really a witch (lol 😜) but this was fun to write and pretend. Happy Friday! ☪ 



Smooches and think Tink! 🧚ðŸŧ‍♀️💋   

My Fan Art



I drew the fan art above ⇧ , inspired by Shane Dawson's merch. Do y'all like it?

Smooches and think Tink! 🧚ðŸŧ‍♀️💋

Thursday, April 4, 2019

the 'Children of the Corn' Stare (a poem)




the Children of the Corn Stare

Hey kid, 
burning a hole into me 
with your creepy "Children of the Corn" stare; 
I promise you that I'm not a monster or an interloper. 
I'm just in a wondrous contraption called a wheelchair.  



(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2019 

Poet Notes: I get that some kids are just curious or fearful of my wheelchair because they don't understand, so they stare. It's normal but the staring gets creepy sometimes, 😁 lol, especially when it's more than one kid at a time. It reminds me of that movie, "Children of the Corn." It feels like they're staring right into my soul, muahaha! 😈😜 This poem just pokes fun at the awkward situation. 


Smooches and think Tink! 🧚ðŸŧ‍♀️💋

Dear Frenemies (a poem)

  Dear Frenemies,  I finally forgive you,  But you no longer have power over me.  I broke the strings, I unlocked the chains.  Unlike Wendy ...