Month: July 2015

Original Poem: A Lover’s Grief

What do you say, what dare may ring

When words mean nothing and everything?

When it feels like each syllable you cast

Will forever last,

And with it you can either catch a brick of gold

Or destroy everything that dear you hold.

What happens when your tongue is tied,

By thoughts and fears of what may come on morning tide?

And what may from the depths of your soul arise

If you do not keep a careful tie

On what you say and what you write

To the one who keeps you up at night.

He entrances you with dreams and hopes beyond belief

But may toss away your heart like an old autumn leaf.

What do you say to the one you love

When it seems that no help comes from heaven above?

When you’ve hardly met but already feel

A connection so surreal.

You can’t help but fall down and pray

“Good Lord, help me through this day!”

As you lose all feeling in your knees,

As you weakly whimper, “please.”

What strange emotion takes control

As you feel yourself slipping down into a darkened hole?

Worries, doubts, fears galore

Force themselves into your open door.

You can not help but worry that with each word you write

You may send him off in a fright.

This one you love with all your heart,

Comes as both sweet and tart.

Oh how the poets and people say,

If he loves you truly he won’t run away.

So much sense they seem to demonstrate,

But your in love and so no sense can penetrate

The solid wall of feelings that hide,

The old and dusty meditative state of mind.

So you muddle on alone

Through this world that seems of stone.

You can not know what words ring true

That he is not in fact hiding from you.

His silence may not be the fault of a word,

But of some story you’ve not yet heard.

But any assurance that I can give

Will be only for a second lived.

No words of relief will ever fill

The hole that comes from a silent quill.

Patience is a virtue who’s greatest strain

Comes from the silent lover’s pain.


Wrote this ridiculously late at night. It’s been a while since I’ve done a poem with an actual rhyming pattern to it, so I may be a bit rusty.

Like it? Love it? Stick to prose? Let me know in the comments below!


What I like:

Honey I’m Good, by Andy Grammer

Fight Song by Rachel Platten

Getting e-mails.

Watching Iron Man

Listening to music.


What I Can’t stand:


Waiting to hear back from someone.

Waiting to hear from a particular someone.

The last cold symptoms hanging on for an extra couple days even after you’re over the worst.

Not knowing.

Not knowing what to say or do.

Not knowing what they’re thinking.

Not being able to see the future.

I’m not dead

Hey guys. This is just a quickie post to say

1. I survived the worst cold/flu thing I have had in ages. Kept me from being productive for  a complete week, but I’m mostly over it now.

And 2. I don’t know have often I’ll be posting… I have two weeks until I leave for school. I honestly have now idea how busy I’ll be. You certainly will get only pre-written posts in August, if I even get those done, but we’ll see what September brings.

I’ll try and be a good blogger for the next two weeks, keep you up to date on packing and the likes.

I’ll try and read a book while I’m at it.

Ahhhhhhhh….. choo!

My foggy brain presents 5 horrible things about being sick.

1. living in a sick fog

2. No sleep, even when you are utterly exhausted.

3. Unable to do anything that you have to do before leaving for college.

4. Nearly dying after attending a Civil Air Patrol meeting while sick (and trying to put together a robotic arm…)

5. Every. single. Day.

Let’s Go Fly a Plane!

Oh wait, I already did!

*murmurs to self* need to find out when I can again…

Hey guys!

How’s life? Or the semi comatose state of being that defines summer? Which ever you happen to be inhabiting at this moment.

So I have been gone for 3 weeks.

I have a good excuse this time though!

I was learning to fly a plane.

Yep, what better excuse is there?

I was also making friends, experiencing cafeteria food for the first time (not horrible… but after 2 meals a day for two weeks you start to feel yuck. I was too hungry most of the time to care. Most of the time…), and did I mention learning to fly a plane?

No, I do not have my Pilot’s Certificate yet. Yes, that means I can not legally fly other people except for my CFI.  No, I will not break the law to fly you to your grandparents.

Right, now that that is out of the way… who want’s to hear about my vacation/ Civil Air Patrol flight school boot camp?!

It was a ton of fun, and not just because of the flying! We had an amazing group of Civil Air Patrol cadets, a couple from the west coast, a couple from the southwest (nothing funnier then seeing a southwest cadet dying of humidity on a perfect day with almost 0% humidity), a couple from the Midwest, and one guy from Detroit.

It was a ton of fun getting to know all of them (and learning their weak spots… particularly Detroit’s… why we all put up with him I’m still not sure…) and learning how not to crash a plane.

Also cards. The card games were long and vicious and occasionally restarted do to a lack of proper shuffling and/or dealing of cards.

Also the music. There were a couple key songs you had to know.

Detroit got the boys started on Single Ladies the first couple days. From there it went to See You Again, Shut Up and Dance, and a few more that I don’t remember the names of, but I remember us rocking out to them in the vans on the way to local AFB and museums.

In the end I think See You Again was the big song of the Academy.

Soooo… yeah, that was most of my vacation/graduation present.

Flying, card games, and dying of laughter several times over.

That’s all for now. I’ll do a more detailed post about a couple big milestones later this week.

What have you all been doing this summer? Anybody else have summer camps? Some big last free summer of your life spectacular in the works?