UNDERWATER
Crashing down on me
I am fully consumed
You drench me with your love
Cool water on hot day
But soon the abyss of us
Emerges ‘n I am frightened…
Like a tsunami
It recedes, the appearance is calm
I am drawn to its peacefulness, yet,
With in seconds it flashes forward
Strikes me and pulls me under
I’m under and deeper I fall…
Underwater, there is no escape
I am suffocating and need air
Too much surrounds me
I feel the need to scream
This is not the time
It is not the place…
Though, panic is immense in my head,
My body is calm
The touch is cool water
It relaxes me
I go limp with need
I am not under my own control
Will I ever break through
And crash upon the surface and breath
Can I ever unsuffocate my lungs
And take a breath of fresh air
Shall I ever realize the shallow water
Where all I need to do is learn to stand…
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Exhausted
Just got back from the fireworks. I am totally exhausted so don't expect this post to have good grammer or be long
The fireworks were amazing, I love them. My favorite part is when they have fast and loud ones, so loud you can feel them in your chest. When you feel the sound in you, then you kow that you are truly alive.
The fireworks were amazing, I love them. My favorite part is when they have fast and loud ones, so loud you can feel them in your chest. When you feel the sound in you, then you kow that you are truly alive.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
A Little Bit About Running
So today was my very first cross country meet. Unexciting to say the least, so, I won't go into some bloody boring details about the happenings of the meet.
Running is as some people say "mental". I take this to mean two things, 1. You're mental...as in crazy....if you do it 2. What keeps you going is all in your head.
Both of those just happen to be true. During almost every pratice or meet I am sure you will hear the majority of runners ask themselves "why am I doing this?" or say to their fellow runners "I hate this". So why do we do it? Because it makes us strong, which brings us into our second part of the meaning. If you are able to finish a meet you can control yourself with your head. When I run it is a mix of encouraging and talking to myself like an insane person along with random music lyrics. Music is the answer to any and all mental problems.
I can't think of one person who has never wanted to stop or slow down during a race, they would be unhuman...but they don't slow down and they don't stop because in their head they no they can't. It isn't about the people around you or your coachs or even your teammates, it's all about you. This is the one sport where you get to be totally seflish. When you're running and your legs hurt and you're breathing hard you have to ask yourself, " how good will I feel when this is over?" The answer? Amazing
The end of the race is the best part. When you see the finish and you start sprinting the beat your personal time and the girls coming upbehind you and you know how close amazingness is you can't help but kick it in.
Running is a mental sport, but atleast you know you're not the only crazy out there.
Crazy isn't it that I learned this after only one meet? I can only hope the next one won't be worse cause when it comes to me and running I can only handle getting better....if that makes any sense =)
Running is as some people say "mental". I take this to mean two things, 1. You're mental...as in crazy....if you do it 2. What keeps you going is all in your head.
Both of those just happen to be true. During almost every pratice or meet I am sure you will hear the majority of runners ask themselves "why am I doing this?" or say to their fellow runners "I hate this". So why do we do it? Because it makes us strong, which brings us into our second part of the meaning. If you are able to finish a meet you can control yourself with your head. When I run it is a mix of encouraging and talking to myself like an insane person along with random music lyrics. Music is the answer to any and all mental problems.
I can't think of one person who has never wanted to stop or slow down during a race, they would be unhuman...but they don't slow down and they don't stop because in their head they no they can't. It isn't about the people around you or your coachs or even your teammates, it's all about you. This is the one sport where you get to be totally seflish. When you're running and your legs hurt and you're breathing hard you have to ask yourself, " how good will I feel when this is over?" The answer? Amazing
The end of the race is the best part. When you see the finish and you start sprinting the beat your personal time and the girls coming upbehind you and you know how close amazingness is you can't help but kick it in.
Running is a mental sport, but atleast you know you're not the only crazy out there.
Crazy isn't it that I learned this after only one meet? I can only hope the next one won't be worse cause when it comes to me and running I can only handle getting better....if that makes any sense =)
Thursday, September 3, 2009
imlateimlatenotimetosayhellogoodbyeimlateimlate
So I have absoultely no time to write anything today, which isn't too depressing since I have nothing interesting to write about today. My best friend tells me I either have a really big opinion or no opinion at all, I guess right now is one of those no opinion times. I just feel like that rabbit in Alice in Wonderland (or is it Alice and Wonderland? I don't know). I feel like I'm always rushing rushing rushing and even when I'm not I feel like I should be. I can barely sleep because my head is going going going...well I have to go study goodnight...I really hope tommrow is better.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
I Want To Write Everyday....but what if i have nothing to write about?
When I made the decision to push 'create blog' I promised myself I would write a post everyday in order to practice my writing skills and hopefully improve them. For the past two days I have kept this promise. However, here I am on the third day with a completely blank mind. Currently I am working on a bigger piece about child and teen obesity, but that is in the works. Since I am a fanatic about wanting to help decrease child/teen obesity, writing about it means a lot to me so, I want to make it detailed with statistics and real life accounts.
At this exact minute I am listening to an amazing song called "Afterlife" by Avenged Sevenfold. I'm not totally sure what it is about, but I love the tune. The sound of the song is really important to me even more so than the words, which is sort of weird for a girl obsessed with writing to say. I do thinks words are amazing and I really want to work on expanding my vocabulary. Right now my new word is amenity, it pretty much is saying the beauty of something...or something like that. Anyways, back to the whole music thing, the reason I love the beat so much is because when I turn it up and the song has like this amazing beat I can feel it beating in my soul. My head and heart start going to the beat and for once my head and heart are doing and agreeing on the same thing.
Okay so I thought about just rambling on about my life, but I'm pretty sure no one wants to read about that, seeing as the three people that might actually read this already know about my life, since they are in it. Therefore instead of wasting more of your time with a bunch of nonsense I will end this post here.
xoxo Love You ALL
At this exact minute I am listening to an amazing song called "Afterlife" by Avenged Sevenfold. I'm not totally sure what it is about, but I love the tune. The sound of the song is really important to me even more so than the words, which is sort of weird for a girl obsessed with writing to say. I do thinks words are amazing and I really want to work on expanding my vocabulary. Right now my new word is amenity, it pretty much is saying the beauty of something...or something like that. Anyways, back to the whole music thing, the reason I love the beat so much is because when I turn it up and the song has like this amazing beat I can feel it beating in my soul. My head and heart start going to the beat and for once my head and heart are doing and agreeing on the same thing.
Okay so I thought about just rambling on about my life, but I'm pretty sure no one wants to read about that, seeing as the three people that might actually read this already know about my life, since they are in it. Therefore instead of wasting more of your time with a bunch of nonsense I will end this post here.
xoxo Love You ALL
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Top Ten Reasons Why I Love My Life
10. The usual good food, house,cloths etc.
9. My friends have good taste in music so I am never without a song to obess over.
8. I'm smart enough not to feel inferior around adults or smart people, but I am not so smart that I feel like I am above my peers.
7. I have a hobby that I really enjoy, writing let's me release any tension or stress I feel in my life.
6. I am decently close with my parents so I know they are there if I really need them.
5. I am pretty close with my older brother so he can help my through things he has already experienced.
4. I have friends that I can have a fun time with, without them I would feel disconnected from the world and my social skills would be horrible.
3. There are trees around where I live. Nothing makes me feel more at peace with myself and nature than being up in a strong tree.
2. I have a sister I can act crazy with and we always have a good laugh. No matter what we do we can always turn it into a laughing matter. Nothing is better for the soul than laughing so hard you can't breath.
1. I believe in something. Having a belief in something is what keeps me going. I like knowing somethings are just out of my hands and that I can rely on a higher power to watch out for me.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Leaving Your Mark
As I stared off into space during biology, I started to wonder, What is going to happen to me when I die? I wasn't worried about the actual dying or even where I would go after. My concern was: Who will remember me when I'm gone? Everyone talks about how they want to be remembered as a good person, but I think right now everyone should be running around trying to actually be remembered first.
I don't want to die and that be the end,goodbye, period end of sentence, end of my story, end of me. I don't know the name of most of my ancestors, isn't that seriously depressing? How fast a name can wear out, almost faster than a pair of running shoes,which you usually throw out after two years. I don't want to be forgotten in two years, in ten years, in twenty years or even in fifty years, I want to be remembered forever. You read that and scoff. It's possible though! I kid you not! Just look in your history book, your English book, your science book or even your math book. Just look at the newspaper! There are names dropped like a rainfall. Every page leads you to a new name, a person who will now stick in your mind at least for a little while longer and when it finally leaves your mind it will enter another's because they look at the page.
How do I leave my mark? This is the question that haunted my mind during biology. This is a question often left unanswered by many. However, a few do find a way to solve the pending problem. Just think about John Hancock. I really don't know what he did as a person, but I do know that his signature is the largest on the Declaration of Independence. There are many other names on the document, but EVERYONE knows that his is on there. No one will ever forget it. Perhaps with the quill in hand he thought to himself, Maybe no one will remember what I did but my name will not be forgotten, then largely signed his signature.
Right now I have no clue how I will leave my mark. I know how I would like to leave. My main dreams are to write 1. a best selling novel that will eventually turn into a classic and 2. to help decrease and possibly even cure child/teen obesity. Who knows what I will actually be remembered by, as long as I'm remembered I'm happy.
Now the question is: How will you leave mark?
How will you write your signature?
I don't want to die and that be the end,goodbye, period end of sentence, end of my story, end of me. I don't know the name of most of my ancestors, isn't that seriously depressing? How fast a name can wear out, almost faster than a pair of running shoes,which you usually throw out after two years. I don't want to be forgotten in two years, in ten years, in twenty years or even in fifty years, I want to be remembered forever. You read that and scoff. It's possible though! I kid you not! Just look in your history book, your English book, your science book or even your math book. Just look at the newspaper! There are names dropped like a rainfall. Every page leads you to a new name, a person who will now stick in your mind at least for a little while longer and when it finally leaves your mind it will enter another's because they look at the page.
How do I leave my mark? This is the question that haunted my mind during biology. This is a question often left unanswered by many. However, a few do find a way to solve the pending problem. Just think about John Hancock. I really don't know what he did as a person, but I do know that his signature is the largest on the Declaration of Independence. There are many other names on the document, but EVERYONE knows that his is on there. No one will ever forget it. Perhaps with the quill in hand he thought to himself, Maybe no one will remember what I did but my name will not be forgotten, then largely signed his signature.
Right now I have no clue how I will leave my mark. I know how I would like to leave. My main dreams are to write 1. a best selling novel that will eventually turn into a classic and 2. to help decrease and possibly even cure child/teen obesity. Who knows what I will actually be remembered by, as long as I'm remembered I'm happy.
Now the question is: How will you leave mark?
How will you write your signature?
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