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Here, on Olde Poetry Monday Friday, a poem I wrote in 2012. I don't remember writing it, but with all the changes going on in my life, I thought it was appropriate. To My Younger Self To my younger self, A bit of advice for your future. When Coach Smith tells you not to... Continue Reading →
1. If You Had The World’s Attention For 30 Seconds, What Would You Say? REMEMBER TO FLOSS YOUR TEETH EVERYDAY! AND STAY HYDRATED! 2. If You Had To Work But Didn’t Need The Money, What Would You Choose To Do? Any type of writing. Or cuddling kittens. That counts, right? 3. What Is In Your... Continue Reading →
So, I know I do this a lot, but I just stumbled upon an old poetry assignment from high school... based upon the first Walt Whitman poem I ever read. I thought it was lost, but it was on an old flash-drive I recently dug up. Considering the huge effect that Walt Whitman's poems have... Continue Reading →
I have technically been an adult for 9 years, but in many ways, I feel like I'm not quite there. I sometimes forget that I am the master of my own destiny, the bearer of my own burdens, the navigator on my own stretch of road, and I determine the path, and how to handle... Continue Reading →
There is a butterfly bush in my backyard. It's not uncommon to spot little winged friends taking a sip of nectar, or catching a break from the hot sun. The other day, I was looking out the window and spotted two butterflies in the air by the butterfly bush. Both were of decent size, but... Continue Reading →
Pokemon Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire were released for the Nintendo 3DS way back in 2014, and, like a good Pokemon trainer, I bought my copy of Alpha Sapphire in advance so it would arrive on release day. But Hoenn has always been my least favorite region, so, as video game burnout set in for... Continue Reading →
Another addition for Olde Poetry Monday, this one circa 2009. Please enjoy. I don't get why people tell me, "never change." If I stayed the same, my biggest dream would still be to sprout wings and fly away. It's cute when you're five, but I don't think they have a major for that in... Continue Reading →
Sentimentality - it's both a blessing, and a curse, when you attach memories to objects. It becomes so difficult to let them go. Or, in some cases, far too easy. I had something mentally and emotionally taxing happen to me in the January of my last year of college. When it happened, I was wearing... Continue Reading →
Most of you have probably heard the term, "I liked ______ before he/she/it/they were cool," at least once. It becomes a point of pride for some folks, when something underrated suddenly explodes in popularity, and they can claim that they have been a fan since the start, or nearly the start. Or, they can lord... Continue Reading →
