Ahh... The joys of motherhood... Wait, what?

No, I don't have a child. I promise.
Let me just explain myself.
For my AP Psychology class, we were required to carry around a raw egg for 10 days. It was... Interesting, to say the least. One of the first things I realized is that, my goodness... It's difficult to bring something with you everywhere you go. Especially when that something (someone) is small enough to be overlooked, required to be watched by someone at all times, and- the worst part- very, VERY breakable. I was so sure I was going to crack the thing on the first day. Anyway, if we wanted extra credit, we could make a scrapbook. So, I did! I think it turned out pretty cute. :)
My child had a pretty sad story. He was diagnosed with Down's Syndrome, and then died of congenital heart failure at the age of 21. Depressing, right? But he had a pretty good life. His Down's syndrome was very mild. He played football in high school, and was known for being a great friend. He also got married to the love of his life, and experienced a little bit of college before he died. He was a professional Jazz pianist with a platinum album and he played the trumpet too (he was a prodigy with both from the very beginning). Mmm... I can dream, right? Anyway, I'd just like to make it clear that if I do have a child with Down's, I will love that child just as much as I would a child without it. A disability will not make him or her less my child.
Down's or no Down's, I'm pretty sure I won't have any child for at least 5 years... So there's still time to prepare. Haha. :)

Walkin' in a Winter Wonder- Oh. What? It isn't winter yet? Darn. :(

So... It snowed for the first time a couple weeks ago. But then it all melted. :(
Fear not though! I took pictures. :) I actually have a snowy poem too... But it's sad... I'll post it anyway.
I wrote it last year, trying to voice some feelings I couldn't figure out a way to express out loud. Anyhow, I'll stop with the description...


Snowstorm
The sky a blanket made of gray
a flake falls down of purest white
Another, then
and another,
following and bringing more
The snow falls softly
covering green
ground and roof
tree and road.


The color of the world grows simple-
Black and white and in-between
complexity disperses
and all
Makes sense for once.


Of a sudden
the world rushes back into color
No time for snow to melt
just to disappear
No clouds dissipate- 
They're already gone
Like Mother Nature changed
her mind
without notifying a 
soul.


The girl looks 
up from the formerly white ground
Confusion of the worst kind
fills her head
Am I crazy? 
But she knows she is not.


Sorrow consumes her and
she walks home
Alone.

Choreography

I watch your every move
And
Hope you're watching mine.
Sing my heart out...
Along with all these feelings that belong to you.

Really, they aren't your feelings-
You stole them.
But still, I
Sing,
Do tricks,
Dance for you...

And you-
You dance too.
Your dance is so similar
To mine
But somehow,
Your dance is so different
From mine.
The differences...
They shouldn't bother me,
But they do.

They seem to tell me,
"You can't dance like this!
Only I can!"

"Only I can!"
Like a spoiled, bratty child.

For a moment
I try.
I try to prove you wrong.
Defy you
Try to imitate your dance-
Move the way that you do.

But you were right...

I *can't* dance like that.

Only you can.

A tribute from a great man to another great man. :)

O Captain! My Captain!

Walt Whitman

O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done;

The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;

The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,

While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:

But O heart! heart! heart!

O the bleeding drops of red,

Where on the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;

Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;

For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;

For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;

Here Captain! dear father!

This arm beneath your head;

It is some dream that on the deck,

You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;

My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;

The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;

From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;

Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!

But I, with mournful tread,

Walk the deck my Captain lies,

Fallen cold and dead.

This poem gives me the chills every time I read it.  I think that it's wonderful. :) I first heard it in the Robin Williams movie "Dead Poet's Society" - one of my favorite movies of all time. Walt Whitman wrote it in response to the death of Abraham Lincoln and the end of the Civil War. I have so much respect for what Abraham Lincoln did for our country. He was such an incredible example of what God wants us to do with our lives. For Whitman to recognize that like this... It's touching, I think. You can feel his respect through the words. Definitely one of my favorites. But then... I say that about all of them. :)

This makes my life a better place.

Another thought, I have recently discovered Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog... I am now in love with both the series itself and Neil Patrick Harris, who is, unfortunately, 1-way more famous than me, 2-like 10-15 years older than me, and 3-very much homosexual. Darn.... But I can still listen to his amazing voice. :) My favorite song is "My Eyes". Here's the first part, the others can be found the related videos after this one, or on Youtube. :) Enjoy!

Thank you, Ingrid.

I love Ingrid Michaelson. This is definitely not her only good song, I love pretty much every one that I've heard. But this one... Yes, it may be depressing, but it rings true. And the melody... Catchy and gorgeous. :) Click on the link to listen to it, it's amazing! Absolutely love it! Anyhow, here it is. :)

Breakable - Ingrid Michaelson


Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle that makes us confess.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

You fasten my seatbelt because it is the law.
In your two ton death trap I finally saw.
A piece of love in your face that bathed me in regret.
Then you drove me to places I'll never forget.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys.

And we are so fragile,
And our cracking bones make noise,
And we are just,
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls-
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys. 


By the way, the video is fantastic, too. I love it. :)

Be yours to hold it high....

In Flanders Fields

John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

I was introduced to this poem through A'Capella last year, when we sang the words put to music by Paul A. Aitken. It's an incredible song. Anyway, it's about the fields in Flanders, Belgium, where many World War I battles were fought, notably the 3 battles of Ypres. After the thousands of casualties of Ypres, millions of red poppies sprang up, which are immortalized in this poem, and have become a symbol for lives lost through war. Powerful background to a beautiful poem. :)

I could REALLY use a wish right now...

One of my favorite songs this week is "Airplanes" by B.o.B., featuring Hayley Williams. One version also features Eminem but I don't particularly like his part of the song. Little too much undesirable language... Anyway, lyrics! Sans-Eminem version... With a few minor curse changes. :)

Airplanes

~Chorus~

Can we pretend that airplanes 

In the night sky 
Are like shooting stars 
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now) 
Can we pretend that airplanes 
In the night sky 
Are like shooting stars 
I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now) 
 
Yeah 
I could use a dream or a genie or a wish 
To go back to a place much simpler than this 
Cause after all the partying 
The smashing and crashing 
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion 
And all the pandemonium and all the madness 
There comes a time when you fade to the blackness 
When you're staring at that phone in your lap 
And hopin' but them people never call you back 
But that's just how the story unfolds 

You get another hand 

Soon after you fold 

And when your plans unravel in the sand 
What would you wish for if you had one chance? 
So airplanes airplanes 
Sorry I'm late 
I'm on my way 
So don't close that gate 
If I don't make that 
Then I switch my flight 
And I'll be right back at it 
By the end of the night 

~Chorus~

Yeah, Yeah 
Somebody take me back to the days 
Before this was a job 
Before I got paid 
Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank 
Yeah back when I was trying to get a tip at Subway 
Back when I was rapping for the heck of it 
But now days we rapping to stay relevant 
I'm guessing that if we can make some wishes out of airplanes 
Then maybe oh maybe I'll go back to the days 
Before the politics that we call the rap game 
And back when ain't nobody listened to my mixtape 
And back before I tried to cover up my slang 
But this is for decater 
What's up Bobby Ray 
So can I get a wish to end the politics 
And get back to the music that started this stuff 
So here I stand 
And then again I say 
I'm hoping we can make some wishes out of airplanes 

~Chorus~

Such a good song! I'll admit... The fact that Hayley Williams is in it definitely influences my love for it. She's got an AMAZING voice. I love most of her music with Paramore, and to hear her rap is pretty awesome. :) Plus... Who wouldn't love to get an extra wish every so often?

My poem or whatever will have to wait until later... I've got to go to the Health Department and get a food handler's permit... And I've got a rehearsal for Music Man from 7-10. 

So. Until later.

Take that, menace of the years.

Invictus 

 William Ernest Henley (1849-1903)

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll.

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul. 

I was introduced to this poem last week by my awesome friend, Spencer Kersh. It's his favorite poem... It's definitely one of my new favorites. :) It's super empowering, as well as... I don't know.... Almost chilling. Aaand... There's my inner nerd comin' out. :)

Idears.

Alright, so in order to keep this blog up, I've decided to do a few different things:

1.  Write some sort of literature at least once a week. Poem... Short story... Etc.
2. Find a poem, short story, etc. from some author/poet/playwright who is not me, and stick it on here. With respect to all copyright laws, of course!
3. I'll be posting a song a week. Sometimes something new, other times something super old... It'll just depend on what I like that week and what strikes me as positively wonderful.

Enjoy. :)

So I finished and fixed my layout, as is plain to see. It only took me about 50 tries. I'd say it's pretty worth it though. I'm very pleased with the final product, and now my background is much more interesting than the drab black it was before.
May I just say: Huzzah!
☺

From the pages of Kira's notebook...

Hide and Seek (Thunder's motive)
Silent
                                 holding breath
                                                                           (Don't want to give myself away)
        I step closer
            closer to the place I saw
                       I cannot see him, though...
                                Not anymore.
          I stop
              crouch, scan
            wait, watch
                            search
                                                             and I wonder...
a-HA!
                        There.
      A sudden flash of light
                  Day floods the black scene
                                      ... but all too soon
                                  he is gone once more
    and all is dark.
                                                                                  I roar...
                                                  ... frustration.

I can never win.

Hannah, this is for you.

Hey Hannah, I'm actually posting. :) This is my little tribute to my probably one and only reader:
Holyyyyyyyyyyy.... Manicotti.
Just ahcuz (wait, how do you spell it? Haha :) ).
I'll post more I promise, just give me until the end of this week and I should be much better about it!
Live long and prosper.
Rosie out.

Butterflies

I'm curious.
Is there anyone who makes you feel like...
Um...
Feel like...
Ugh - Sorry, can't think today -
Just... Is there anyone who...
Kinda...
Uhhmm..
Renders you speechless sometimes, I guess?
Well, maybe speechless isn't the right word.
I guess more like..
Mm....
You're at a loss for words?
Yeah. That's more what I mean.
And...
Your insides sorta feel funny?
Like... Flip-floppy?
Or...
Sorry. I'm not very articulate today.
But it's kinda like...
A rush.
Yeah.
A rush through your whole body.
And it makes your heart...
It kinda makes you feel like you heart is going to leap out of your chest?
But...
Gah.
I can't...
Bah!
Words are failing me today. Sorry.
I dunno.
Just...
Nevermind.

LAYOUT!

Basically, layout-making is extremely fun. If I ever get ACTUAL Photoshop, instead of just Elements, my brain might overload. Because Elements is amazing itself, but add more to it and... Dang. I can't even imagine. Okay. Maybe it wouldn't be that explosive. But it'd be awesome. Anyway, by the time anyone actually reads this, the new layout will probably already be done and on here. I don't even know why I'm talking about it. It'll be wonderful. End of story. That is all.

Yar.

A new year, a new blog.

However, I'm sticking to my resolutions this year.

This is one of them. I WILL keep up this blog.

Intention explanation. I am planning on doing a few things with this blog:

-Posting pictures.

-Posting random free verse poetry. Maybe short stories. That's to be determined.

-Posting entirely random things from the internet/quotes from books, movies, everyday life... etc.

-Plenty of nerdy comments will happen. I promise.

-I may even end up rambling a little bit. We'll see.

Oh, and:

-Schni the gnome, once I have obtained a gnome worthy of the name, will make several appearances here, I do believe. As I said, I must procure said gnome first.

Anyhow, that basically wraps things up for my launching of this here blog. Posts shall commence their coming sometime in the near future.

Rosie OUT.