Marry Me

Many people often say children don’t know what love is. However, that’s simply not true. If anything, children come into the world showing adults how to love with an open mind and heart. This past week, I saw photo of a man holding a baby in his arms. He looked so beautiful looking down smiling as he held that baby girl. Seeing him with the child reminded me of how safe I, myself felt around him. In fact, he was the only male, other than my grandpa, Clark I truly felt safe around (though our interactions were not many). He and I used to go to the same Kingdom Hall of Jehovah’s Witnesses in, New Carlisle, Ohio. At an early age I thought he was the most beautiful boy I had laid eyes on, so much so I felt him to be my, “Prince Eric” from Disney’s, The Little Mermaid. I even asked him in a note to “marry me”. To this day, I have so much love for him in my heart and soul, that seeing that photo of him has brought a tinge of sadness to my heart. However, the smile on his face is proof my prayer for his happiness is being answered. And at this point in life, that’s all that matters, and my experience is proof that children can and do know what love is.

Thanks for listening. And to my “Prince Eric”, may you always be happy and blessed.

Love Always,

Inanna Roxanna Arnett


**Photograph is not mine. I own nothing other than the words I have written today.**

What is this existence?

I’m downloading the thought that there’s no such thing as ascension. If there was, the universe would not feed off of itself. There’s no such thing as balance either. If there was, chaos would not exist. And chaos is in the universe and on earth. This is just my download. There are many downloads though to be had and discussed. No download is absolute, and I don’t claim such absoluteness with mine. Maybe my thoughts make no sense at all. However, as I live my days in this matrix or dimension, I’m seeing this to be a reality. None of us truly understand this existence. We just make due with what we can. I know I don’t understand this existence. What is this existence we live? I think about this often. There are moments of pure joy. And there are moments of pure pain. We definitely live in a dimension of dualities. “We are animals that refuse to see our disgusting sides.” (Heard this from someone else). Just as there is creation, there is destruction, and destruction is something we refuse to see. Creation is often labeled beautiful. Destruction not so much. After all, Christ allowed himself to be destroyed, so that humanity might live (that’s if he existed, I neither acknowledge or deny his existence). However, both life and death are needed, and both can be beautiful I suppose. There is birth and there is death, this is just the plain reality. The beauty is that we can experience both sides of the coin consciously. Therefore, enjoy life as much as you can. Have as much fun as you can, because that is the only thing I see worth having. A life full of fun, happiness, and enjoyment. And remember there are no mistakes. Just experiences we’ll carry on in our next lives. Love Always, Little Eagle (aka, me Roxanna). 🦅

©️ March 25, 2018 11:01 AM


Women are faultfinders.

Never happy with anything.

They get worse as time passes.

I know…,

I am one.

We’re a product of our environment.

Living under confinement of what

Pious, Political, and Religious societies

Say we should be.

Yet, these pious, political, and religious societies,

Treat us women like hussies.

No wonder we’re more than a bit fussy.

There’s much more to women than

our breasts and pussies.

Written by: Inanna Roxanna Arnett

**Written at a time when I was in a very low state of mind. I know longer feel this way, or have this view. Still, I did not want to exclude this poem.


White Cream

Daddy was always inebriated.

He would get mad as a March Hare.

Locking us in the basement.

Punching out windows.

Mommy too.

One day she left him for good.

Me too.

He liked to play with me.

He made me play with him too.

I was a little girl.

I don’t remember much.


White Cream

Coming out of his 

Pale Phallic Rod.

Written by: Inanna Roxanna Arnett