Saturday, July 30, 2011

The Idea is HERE!

Hello my darling internet world (:

Remember how I had an idea? ( I posted a little while ago, maybe a month or so ago, that I had this cool idea) Wellllll, I have decided to share it with you all! Woo!

I have seen a handful of people not only post writing on blogs and such, but they will record themselves with some sort of video device and read writing pieces. I think this is super cool because you can not only read something, but get the feel of it through someone's voice. Your ears get a taste of how someone else sees the way something is written. So, today, I thought I would read a little poem. I wanted to start off with something little, like a poem, and get some feedback before I started reading actual 'stories'. Sooo, let me know what you think and if you would like more!

Oh oh oh, and also, if I continue this writing vlog thing, I want to start featuring other writers' work. So, if you have something you have written and would like me to feature it and read it aloud to the internet cloud, then send it my way! (:


Little Vietnam Futurist Poem
By David Ferry

She came into view as vivid as
Somebody on a screen in a movie seen,
Elegant in the focus of my eye

Birdboned. Quick and light.  Not wearing pajamas.
The little run resembling playfulness.
Calling out something, screaming something or other

As if her little mouth was fervently singing,
AS if you couldn't hear what the words could be,
Because of the singing, I had her in my sight.

Other people were there, wearing pajamas,
Streaming out of some hidyhole or other
Into the way that that was how I saw them

The trees of the kind that grew there established the place.
We know that way the story of what it was.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Inside the Sea

(Scroll all the way down for the Picture and Writing Piece!!)

Hello (:

Let me begin tonight with some pretty awesome news. It is actually one of those things that I think is really awesome, but you might think that it isnt that awesome. Oh well, I am still going to share (:

So here's the deal. Today we had a group of AWESOME dancers from Groove Nation Dance Academy in Vancouver Washington here with out youth group. Probably thee best group of people I've ever hung around. Not only were they freaking amazing dancers, but they were just the kind of people you want to hang out with for the rest of your life!

They taught a dance workshop today, which I attended of course. They did a contemporary and hip hop workshop, and they were pretty darn fun! So, anyways, to get on with the best part. I stuck around for a few hours after the workshops were done to watch the dance team practice. I ended up meandering over to the next room where one of the girls from the team was dancing by herself. I just kinda randomly popped my head in and asked if I could stick around to watch. Yea, I probably made her feel awkward. Oh well. Anyways, she kept dancing while I sat and watched for maybe a minute and then she came over and decided to just talk to me. Ahhh, she is the coolest person ever!

First, her name is Saleah. She is like, the asian, short haired version of me (: Its pretty crazy how much we have in common. But I have to say one of my favorite things we got to talking about was writing. She is a writer, just like me!

Ha, she said when she first saw me, she thought I was stuck up and didnt like her. As if! I thought it was funny.

So, you're probably like, "why on earth are you blabbing about this?" Well, I'm just pretty happy I got to meet such a rad person who just so happens to be a writer. And a dancer. And she loves food. Duh, of course I'm going to blab about her.

On with the picture!!

Photo of the day #6

Photo: Swirling school of blackfin barracuda

The sea, the sea, it calls to me.
The depth, the blue, it beckons.
Wrapped by curiosity
Its dangerous, I reckon

Behold such a wonder
Gazing into darkness
Raging, wild, hunger
Infinitely ageless

A rolling, liquid night
Casting fluid shadows
Cresting in white light
Living, flowing meadows

Inviting, luring, pulling
Begging me to come
A fire's always burning
In and out my lungs

Each crash of every wave
Echoing an offer
The water's what I crave
A longing, deep desire

Come in, she softly whispers
Flowing through my veins
The water slowly enters
And I'll never be the same

Drawn in with no return
The place I long to be
An everlasting yearn
To be one, inside the sea


(Scroll down for the picture and writing piece! )

Okay, so here's the deal. I have just taken a dose. A dose of what you may ask? Pepto Bismol? Green smoothie? Punishment?


I have a friend. A very wonderful friend I must say. In fact, I love her like a sister! And tonight she gave me a wonderful dose of criticism. And I do mean wonderful. I promise you there is no sarcasm in my voice. Normally I hear people around me getting quite offended when someone picks apart a piece of their creative side. Most people react with "Hey! That's mine, and that didn't feel very good, so back off, would ya?"

I actually enjoy it when someone takes the time to not only read something i have written, but when they spend their energy and thoughts on how I could possibly make something better. And my friends, I got a great dose of that tonight.

Here's the funny thing. She stated an opinion of my previous blog titled "Finally". She said I sounded emo. Emo?! No, in case you don't know me very well, I'm very much NOT emo. At all. Like, seriously. She didn't really enjoy such a sad-hopeless feeling from that story. And as a writer, I am quite concerned of what my readers feel about the things they read. I care about them. I care about you!

So, now I am challenging myself. Yep. You got it right. I am challenging myself to write something....less...emo? Sure.

Here we go!

Photo of the day #5

Photo: Veiled woman in doorway

    We've traveled all day. The dust clings to me like skin, coating my body and shaping itself into every crevice. Shane said we would never make it this far, but I knew I could prove him wrong. We set out three weeks ago, with just a few supplies, but a big dream ahead of us. So many people have told us we were wrong, that there was no time. So many believed with all their heart that we would fail.

Yet, here we are.

    "Jess, are you sure this is where it is?"

    "I'm sure. She's here."

    The setting sun casts down its last rays of warmth onto the gravel crunching softly beneath our feet. The air is cool as the evening approaches. The way the sun is descending over the hills paints a living replica of the very first night. When we began, Tim and I, we marked each day - every setting sun just as now- with part of a song. We knew it would be a while till we arrived, so every night before we fell asleep, we would sing a new line of a song. He would grab his uk and i would sit next to him by the fire, and together we would make something up. These were the moments when it didn't matter how much further we had. We didn't care what dangers lie ahead, what struggles we might face. We have each other, and we knew we would make it in the end.

    "How much further till we see the doors?"

    I know exactly what he is thinking. "A few miles, not much further."

  He stops.

    "I think I know what you're doing..."

     "You know me too well" he says with a playful smile as he sets down his pack and grabs his ukulele. "Come sit, would ya?"

    Together we sing our song, our voices meshing and dancing together. The sun is almost down, and the moon is beginning to shine her face down on us as we sing. The shadows of the dessert arise around us, joining in our tune. A few bystanders smile at us as they listen.

The streets are flowing with little foot traffic, but there we are in the middle without a care.

    Tonight we are going to find her. Tonight will be the end of our search, but the beginning of The Switch. Tonight, we are going to prove to them all that we could accomplish this quest, we could find the One. We will find her. I know we will.

Thursday, July 21, 2011


And finally my friends, is the current post. I have officially caught up, yay!

Let's all dance and cheer for me! No, please don't do that. But I would like for you to enjoy the photo of the day and my little written accompaniment (:

Photo of the day #4

Photo: Factory workers in a snowstorm



Listen to me! Please, someone listen to me!

Why can’t they hear me? I know the wind is beginning to kick up again, but someone should be able to hear me.


This doesn’t make any sense. I’ve been here before, I’m sure of that. I’ve seen these people, I’ve seen this exact group of people. That man to the right, he is going to pull out a lighter, but it won’t work. He’ll curse and ask that guy over there to use his lighter instead. That group of kids nearest the trees is going to run into some guy with an umbrella. Yea, a man with a red umbrella.


I don’t understand this. I’ve been here. I know what’s going to happen. And no one seems to know I’m here.


Desmus. Desmus! Please listen to me, I need your help! Why can’t he see me, why can’t he hear me?


No, God, no. Please, this can’t be happening! This is the day… that he, or we…

This was today?

The wind. The lighter. The Car.

Is that… no it can’t be… that’s me.  I move through the crowd, auburn hair blowing ferociously with the snow and wind. I go to him. He holds out his hand, I take a firm grasp as we try to make our way over the snow mounds. I can see myself over there, yet his smell lingers in my senses. I can still feel his hand wrapped firmly against mine. His brown, plaid scarf fluttering near my face.


The car. The unexplainable screech. The screams of children, the shouts of men.

His arms wrapping around me, his body as a shield. The deafening roar of explosion.



Always Mine

And my dears, here is the post for Wednesday (:

Picture of the day #3

Ice floating on the wind
Pushing against composure
 Living only to fend
Simply, avoid the hunger
Protecting what remains
A barely living sacrifice
For what is left to gain
Is beyond these old eyes
Living day to day
Pretending all is fine
Can help still be delayed?
Please, give me a sign
Reassure you’re on your way
Bitterness settles in
Etching itself inside
Said you’d come, but when?
Fake, facade, lies
Only I can wait
Only I can bide my time
I’ll accept the fate
This will always be mine  


Ah! I suck! This is NOT today's post. This is NOT yesterdays post. This is for Tuesday!

I said I would try to post something for every day of the week. I never said I would actually post it on the correct days, right? Gah, I'm full of guilt! Shame is eating away at my liver. So without further ado, here is the post for Tuesday.

Photo: Arctic sunset, Ivvavik National Park

      I moved towards the edge of the peak, and I was finally here. On any other day I might have taken a moment to soak in such a scene. It’s more like me to stand in awe of something so beautiful, to touch each blade of grass, every ray of light with my mind. Normally, this would be something I could appreciate. Not today. Never again.
      This is where it began. This is the exact place, right where I stand, where he took everything away from us. Everyone had gathered around him as though he was a savior, a god. They listened to each word spilling out of his mouth as though it were a golden mist. I only remember his words as the sound of poison. They looked into his face so intently, truly believing that this one man could save us all from our own fate. As though a mere human being could stop what we had brought upon ourselves.
      He lied. He led us all to this very place to become something for his own benefit. Like a herd of cattle, we followed him into not a place of beauty and restoration, but into a valley where human life has no meaning.
     I stand here, not to admire such a view, but to regain whatever is left of the human race. 

Monday, July 18, 2011


Soooo, I just posted something not very long ago. Between now and then, I've been completely spellbound by these pictures on National Geographic! They are inspiring me! So, I had this cute little idea. My friend Ali did an outstanding job of sticking to writing a post once a day, every day for a week. And not only did she stick to her word and do it - unlike some people *cough, cough* me- her posts were just wonderful!

Basically, I am going to attempt to post once a day for a week. But I am attempting a pattern. What is that you may ask? Well. I have seriously had my breath taken away today from such amazing pictures, and I have decided to post one picture a day along with something I've written to go along with what that picture is. Yea, yea, I may sound cheesy when I write random poems to a picture, but whatever. I am going to do it. Hate it. Love it. Forget all about it. I dont care, I'm going to try to stick to something new this week! (:

Here's the first! Don't be shy, feedback is always grand (:

  Sway, lover sway
Ebbing with the wind
Bending, gently
Freely giving in
Sweet blood red
Show yourself, fearless
Light rests along
Illuminated edges
Softness, hushed
Breathing serenity
Bathed in green
Surrounded in beauty
Sway, lover sway
Let yourself be free
Planted, yet you fly
So beautiful to me
Photo: A red poppy in a wheat field


I haven't written much lately on my blog. So I thought I'd share something with you (:

This evening could only be summed up into one word - lovely. I've been sitting in my garage with the door open to the magic outside. The sun was softly shining through the trees, dancing along the rain. The smell of fresh rain and wet pavement filled me with something beautiful. The sound of the rain went hand in hand with the gentle music playing on my Bon Iver Pandora radio station. And to top off such a wonderful scene, I've been consumed in some gorgeous pictures from National Geographic. This one right here is what I wanted to share. I may be only 16 years of age, but I know I want to be married someday. And this is where he will take me (:

Wishing you all a lovely night - or day if you are dwelling on the other side of planet earth

Photo: Sunlit hills and sand dunes in Ireland

Monday, July 11, 2011


Hey Ya'll! Soooo, I haven't posted anything in a few days, so I thought I would share some pictures from graduation with you all!

The actual day was pretty full of nerves and what not, and our friend Casey who does "K See Images" was a lovely human being and came to take some pro pics of the three of us. I have to say, we probably weren't the best candidates for a photo shoot, but some how, Casey made us look great! So, a HUGE thanks to her (:


What nerds! (:

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Hiding Place

   Sometimes I get a little overwhelmed. Sometimes there is a reason, and then there are times when there is none. Tonight, as I drink my almond milk, and listen to Regina Spektor, I just felt... overwhelmed. So, what do I do? Write.

I know I need to get used to sharing, so I thought "what the who, why not." So, without further ado, here is my rambling mind at work on a overwhelming Tuesday night.

                                                                     Hiding Place

She walks in the same way as he always had. 
His voice whispers in each step, her body echoing his name. 
She moves to his rhythm, the steady pattern of his ways. 
His heart beat is her balance, her timing is his mind. 
The gentle of her thoughts, are the coolness of his touch. 
The life she leads is laced with his, his love lives within her.
 Her strength is drawn from where he hides, for who she is, he lives inside.