“My Genius Hour Project”

For my genius project, I think I am going to create a brand new blog, where I will post everyday poetry depending on my mood. If I am feeling particularly happy that day, you could expect happy, cheerful writing. If I’m in an aggravated mood, you could expect some very heavy worded and serious writing. I am honestly, very excited to begin this project because not only do I enjoy writing, I love writing poetry. I am very passionate about my writing in any form, but when it comes to poetry I seem to be even heavier with my raw emotions that I pour into the poems I write. I hope that this “genius hour” project will help me to grow more comfortable sharing my writing with many people, and gaining more confidence on my writing abilities. Either way, I’m looking forward to the experience and the opportunity to grow and learn as a person.

“I find peace in the rain…” (Journal Extension)

Pouring. Drowning. Tears of joy and tears of hurt fall over the last couple of months and I don’t know how to stop them from coming. A still comfort has become of  all these beautifully damaging tears and it seems I’m starting to like the slow tear on my heart strings. I seem to crave the hurt and pain more and more each day. The irregular breathing pattern that escapes from my mouth leaving me curled into a ball in the middle of the cold kitchen floor has become nothing more than that of a routine. It doesn’t hurt anymore. It doesn’t make me want to tear myself apart and I don’t seem to feel anymore. I’ve gone numb and I can’t remember the last time It actually hurt me. The rain is nothing more than a daily weather pattern. And for the past months it just seems to me that, I find peace, in the rain.

Moving

Moving. The simple six letter word evokes emotion upon emotion and makes a person feel on edge. I am not from Utah. Never have been and never will be. The only place that is truly home to me, is Washington. The place literally, feeds my soul. It’s like my soul can feel it when we cross the state line and my mood immediately changes into something I can’t even begin to explain to you. The utter happiness is incredible. It’s as if for a second, I forget about anything and everything I’ve ever worried about. Stress is non existent and I could care less about anything but the gentle pat of the wet rain on my windshield. The likelihood of me moving within a month’s time.. is very very likely. And I’m not going to pretend to not be scared. I’,m terrified. I can’t even imagine being the new kid and being in a new school, new neighborhood, and having to reinvent myself to countless of people…but at the same time, that’s what makes me excited. That’s what intrigues me. That’s only the furthermore reason I want to leave Utah. And unfortunately, I won’t miss it.

Dreams

We all have dreams and things we aspire to do. But the real question is, do we ever really accomplish them? Do we ever really go out and do something about it or do we just sit at home on the couch thinking about the “what ifs?” In all reality, the choice is yours. You can not change your own fate, however, you can decide whether or not certain things happen in order to manipulate your fate. That’s the funny thing about life, you can never change the inevitable outcome, but you can cheat it. You can always cheat life and the idea of how everything works. My dreams? I’m not really sure if I know what they are any more to tell you the truth. My dreams seem to change like the weather changes. If it’s a sunny, bright and happy day, I dream of being an English teacher in the meditarranean. If it’s cold, wet, and dark outside, I aspire to be a writer in New York City, watching the rain fall as I drink a warm cup of coffee. I don’t know my dreams anymore. Except for the simple fact that I dream to be happy. 100% happy. Unbelievably happy. One could never forget the dream of hapinness and one may never escape the dream of the sweet bliss of happiness.

adversities

adversity: challenges, difficulties. A time when you truly felt hopeless enough to throw your head in your hands and quietly sob. Mine? 8th grade. I think we’ve all struggled with self-confidence.. Especially in today’s society with every single day suggesting a new body image teenage boys and girls just HAVE to have. I had a hard time accepting what I looked like. There were times when my thoughts resulted into self inflicted pain and I began to wonder why I was doing such things to myself… All over the simple THEORY of “perfection.” The truth is.. You’re never going to be perfect. There will always be someone smarter, taller, skinner, prettier, funnier, etc than you and you’re just going to have to accept it. That’s what I had to do and it took me 365 days to do so. 8th grade was not a good year and I don’t intend to ever return to being the kind of person I was. From now on I look at that chapter of my life as one i never want to re-read. It was nothing but a trial in my life that left me 10 million times stronger and I am glad that I am able to say that because for some people that isn’t the case. God only gives his toughest battles to his strongest soldiers. Be a warrior. Win your war.

my fear of chickens

Chickens. Where can I even begin? They are the scariest creatures in the entire world and I don’t can’t how much you try to convince me they aren’t. With their Beaty little eyes and clucking sounds…..they could kill a man if they so pleased. Now, ok.. I know I may be a little dramatic but I am deathly afraid of chickens. Always have been and always will be. They are just all around  terrifiying creatures. Hands down my least favorite of the farm animals. It all started at my aunt and uncle’s house. They have chickens and decided it would be funny to let their chickens and watch me cry and run around like a 4 year old..  Granted if I wouldn’t of been on the recieving end I would of thought It was hilarious too. It’s always a different story when you’re on the recieving end. Well, yeah. There’s my fear. Chickens are of satan. Keep one eye open ladies and gents.

intro

Hi. An intro is normally supposed to tell about who the person is, what they like to do, and all that jazz.. but for once lets focus on who really matters. The readers. I am so glad you guys happened to stumble upon my blog and I hope that I can achieve the great honor of making a difference in your life with the written word. As far as who I am though, if you absolutely have to know SOMETHING, I’m 16 and I act as though Im 23. High school is life and I would take a hike out in the mountains over a day in the city any day. I hope you enjoy reading my blog and follow what I write and post to here. Enjoy the awkwardness my friends, enjoy the awkwardness.