Fire and Blindfolds

Which is stronger, hate or love?

Hate is the cold barrel of a gun

Bloodthirsty fire shining in eyes

the blackest night screaming “I won!”

Blood red pressing in on all sides.

Love is a blindfold

coated in gold

happiness, new life, a story to be told.

But then the blindfold comes away

the gold falls apart

the blackest night and the blackest heart.

So I must ask, to my dismay,

Not which is stronger

Not which lasts longer

But which is most cruel?

The hate that rages?

Or the love that fools?

 

It has been a while since I posted, so I just posted this poem.  I’m not really sure if it’s good or not.  Any opinions?

Yours Truly,

Whatever I Write

 

The Faults of Tradition

Tradition is what tells us that change is not acceptable, that there is only one correct way to do things.  It makes us rely on a constant, letting ourselves be affected too much by disturbances.   Being open to breaking tradition would mean more acceptance and a better world as a whole.

Tradition isolates different and makes us think oddly of people and concepts that are new.  It creates zero tolerance for novelties or adjustments that are strange to us.  What is not expected, is not accepted.  Many are forced to hide their markings, and feelings, and differences.  Forced to look and act like all the rest.  But what is a society with one face?  For example, in Madeleine L’Engle’s well-known book A Wrinkle In Time, a whole planet is under the influence of a mind called IT.  Everyone is exactly the same, and no one is isolated from the rest.  Yet, no one is happy, because they are not free to think for themselves.  This is why we need diversity.  Without, we would all be couch potato nobodies with no chance to prove themselves or be successful.

The bigots and communities who are not open-minded are the ones who conform to much to traditional values.  For instance, people who are prejudiced against Jews probably celebrate Christmas.  I am not saying that people who celebrate Christmas are prejudiced (I celebrate Christmas) and I am also not saying that we should diss our favorite holidays.  What I am trying to get across is that everyone should be more accepting of people who have different values and that we should be open to altering tradition.

Although some may say that tradition is an important part of cultures and who we are as people, I must argue that cultures and people are supposed to grow and adapt.  If there was no change, how could there be any advancements or improvements?  In the future, how are we going to accept alien species if people can’t even accept the LGBT community and facial tattoos?

 

 

Touching the Stars

To succeed, everyone has been told at one time or another that they must reach for the stars.  But what if it isn’t enough to just reach for them?  Einstein didn’t just aspire to be a genius.  Walt Whitman didn’t just hope to be a poet.  It’s not about what you can do, but about who you are.  If you truly want to do great things, you must be great.  Instead of your hopes and dreams being a part of you, they should exist in the core of who you are as a person.

So you should not just reach for the stars.  You should touch them.  And to do that, you need to change, to improve, to become.  To touch the stars, you must become the flame.  To anyone reading, you can be the flame.  All it takes is for you to look at who you are and decide what you want to be.  Being the flame means the stars cannot hurt you.  Believe in yourself, be who you want to be, and you will be a star.

Yours Truly,

Whatever I Write

P.S.  This is a fairly short post, but it says all that I wanted it to say, so I decided it didn’t matter much.  Thanks for reading!

I like Purple

A little while ago, I was busy being bored out of my mind when I had an idea for a simple writing exercise. My idea was to write a short sentence and then write several revisions of that sentence. Each time, it becomes longer and more intricate. I don’t know if anyone else has tried this, but I did and here are the so-so results:

1. I like purple

2. I think purple is a beautiful color.

3. I think the last shade of the rainbow is lovely.

4. The final color produced by light through the sky’s tears is beautiful.

5. When the enemy of darkness shines through the sky’s tears, the shade I find most inspiring is the finale.

Of course, I could continue to write revisions, but I’m much too lazy. This writing exercise is something I’m going to start using and I just wanted to share it. Sorry for not posting in a while, but I have been writing. I plan on posting something in the near future.

Yours Truly,

Whatever I Write

Stop Guns, Stop Crime

Today my school organized an on-grounds march in honor of the seventeen lives lost in the Parkland shooting.  My fellow K-8 students had the options to march around the school yard to protest gun violence, continue with their break, or go to our school’s peace garden where the peer mediators were supervising watercolors.  I am one of the six eighth grade peer mediators, so that is where I was at.  Our job is to solve conflicts and support the younger kids.  There was a fantastic turnout for the march, even first graders came, if just for the excitement.  Gun violence is a huge problem that can be fixed, and it’s great that my school was able to be a part of that.

I have a lot of opinions about gun control laws and other arguments that have come up recently.  For one, I think it is unthinkable that any teacher should be armed.  There are a few reasons for this, the main one being that kids would feel less safe and more frightened if the one who teaching them the multiplacation table had a gun attached to their belt.  Most teachers are amazing people.  I’ve had nothing but teachers that I loved.  Yet, there are some teachers out there who are not fit to carry a gun.  There may be some that would be genuinely feared if they were given that kind of power and control, especially if they were quick to anger.  Many other teachers would not want to carry a gun, perhaps because of beliefs or an unwillingness to kill.

So many people have done great things without the use of guns.  Take Desmond T. Doss, an unarmed Army medic who saved dozens of lives at the battle of Okinawa in World War II.  I repeat: UNARMED.  The movie Hacksaw Ridge is based off of his heroic actions.

The second amendment was created for the purpose of protecting oneself.  Many argue that we need guns for that same purpose, but I must ask: is it truly worth it for so many to perish in order for many fewer people to protect themselves from a situation that will most likely never occur?  Furthermore, there would be no need for protection if the danger itself was impossible.

Australia’s last mass shooting was in 1996.  After that, government officials actually went door to door and collected guns.  People may kill, but weapons give them the power to kill.  Without them, killers are powerless.

I understand if you do not have the same views as I do, but please respect and remember the innocents whose lives were snatched from them by the monsters we want to arm our teachers with.

Yours Truly,

Whatever I Write

Ten Things to do on a Rainy Day

Here are some activities/things to do on a rainy day.  I have “accomplished” several of these, but usually not when it’s raining… is that weird?  I guess you’ll have to decide for yourself.

  1. Count all your money.  Yes, even your coin jar.  Then you can text all your friends and brag about all the money you have ($26.95, in my coin jar at least).
  2. Grab 5 random ingredients from your kitchen and attempt to make something edible.  One moment, I might as well try this if I’m going to write about it…
  3. Go to the library and find all the books on life and learning that you can because you think you will actually read them and improve as a person.  Books on writing, making money, etc.  Then you will feel all intelligent and professional for the next week before you realize you aren’t going to read more than 20 pages.
  4. Invite your friends over for a movie marathon until they have to go home after a couple movies and you’re just sobbing while watching My Girl all by yourself.
  5. Take out all your arts and crafts that are in the back of your desk drawers and spend two hours weaving potholders and friendship bracelets.  The next day, bombard your friends with all the useless stuff you made.  They’ll be so thankful, and you will be known as the friend who gives everyone potholders as presents.
  6. Run outside without any rain gear on and shriek at the top of your lungs while jumping madly in puddles.  You know you want to.
  7. Vow to start a diary and proceed to write five pages all about your burning need to discover a mythical creature in your backyard.  An hour later, throw the diary in the trash bin because someone is bound to find it and share it with the world as you wallow in a pit of shame.
  8. Tell yourself that you aren’t going to procrastinate on your work or goals or whatever.  Keep telling yourself that until it’s 11 PM and you are watching YouTube while eating a Snickers bar.  Man, a Snickers sounds really good right now…
  9. Instead of thinking about all of your embarrassing moments and mistakes before you go to bed, you can judge yourself all day long!  Talk about some quality me time.
  10. List everything.  Top ten books, top ten movies, top ten foods… write it all down.  Even top ten people you know!  Make sure no one finds that one though, or you might have a crisis on your hands.

So, yeah, some of these are a bit… depressing… but others can be enjoyable!  I’m hoping that it rains more, it’s been pretty dry this winter, and I love rain.  How it looks, the texture, even the sound.  Once it does rain, the first thing I will do is probably number six: jump in puddles.  Have fun dancing in the rain!

Yours Truly,

Whatever I Write

Sunshine Blogger Award

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Wahoo!  I was definitely not expecting this, and thank you so, so much to Anuj at The Daily Charade and Vesna at Confessions of an Irish Procrastinator for nominating me.  Their posts are so meaningful and profound, I can’t even explain it.  Many thanks to them for nominating my blog and being some of the first people to even start reading it.

Here are the rules:

  1. Thank the blogger who nominated you in your blog post and link back to their blog.
  2. Answer 11 questions that the blogger asked you.
  3. Nominate 11 new bloggers to receive the awards and write them 11 questions
  4. List these rules and display the Sunshine blogger award logo in your post.

My nominations are…

  1. The Musings of a Wanderer, with all her posts on Harry Potter and a fitting name.
  2. Writing&Stuff, whose poetic words I can easily relate to.
  3. Confessions of a Teenage Writer
  4. HistorianRuby
  5. Nathi at Inorexable Spark
  6. Analee at Book Snacks, who I feel a little silly nominating since they have about 1,900 more followers than me, but I couldn’t leave out.
  7. Dusky Dawns

Ack I’m so sorry I’ve been trying desperately to find more people to nominate, but I don’t want to make this post take even longer by spending hours looking for nominations.  Forgive me!

My answers:

Questions from Anuj

1. Where do you see your blog in a year?

I see it as something that has evolved into better writing and I hope that over the next year, my posts will get better and better.  Maybe I will have many more readers by that time.

2. Do you have a pet? (OR) What’s your favorite fantasy pet? (pictures mandatory)

I have a dog, Spike.  He’s named that because of the spike of hair he has on his head that is caused by a scar.  When he was a puppy, his legs were so short that he’d fall head over heels whenever he ran.  My family adopted him, and he was the runt of the litter, the last of his siblings still without a home.  IMG_3603

3.  Music that means a lot to you, or made you some memories worth remembering, or got you through tough times?

Some songs that mean a lot to me are “In the Name of Love” by Martin Garrix & Bebe Rexha, “Grenade” by Bruno Mars, and “All is Beauty” by Jamie Lawson.  I listen to them a lot when I’m sad.  “All is Beauty” is really peaceful and tells a really beautiful story.  I listen to the other two sometimes when I’m down.

4. What’s your trigger word, the one that you just HATE hearing?

Mine is moist, and I think a lot of people can agree with me on this one.  It just sounds so… squelchy and slimy and gross.  It perfectly describes its definition.  Just… ew.

5. Favorite movie(s)?

My favorite movie of all time is 10 Things I Hate About You.  I absolutely love it and will never tire of watching it over and over and over again.  I was so mad when they took it off Netflix.  My second favorite movie is Hacksaw Ridge.  It’s so inspiring, especially since it is a true story.  It’s amazing to know that there are people out there as selfless and courageous as that.  I had a third favorite, but now I can’t remember what it was…

6. Current television obsession?

The other day, I binge watched almost a full season of this great show called One Day At A Time.  I only went to sleep because it was 3 am.  The show is really diverse and also pretty funny.  One second I was laughing, the next I was crying.  It’s super good, but they might take it off Netflix if more people don’t watch it!

7. The television/movie binge you’re most embarrassed/proud of?

Well, I don’t binge-watch much, but when the first season of Stranger Things came out, I would sit at the kitchen table eating Takis and drinking chocolate milk while I watched it on the IPad every night.

8. “There are two types of people in this world…” What’s your version?

The ones who prefer llamas… and the ones who prefer alpacas.  I am a llama person, of course.  Alpacas lovers are dweebs.  I mean, llamas are absolute savages.  Have you seen them spit?

9. Your go-to joke that you just know will kill at parties?

Is it bad that I don’t have one?  I’m the one who just laughs hysterically at everyone else’s, but has nothing to contribute to the conversation.  Needless to say, parties can be awkward for me.

10. When sleep fails you, what completely embarrassing memory from your childhood does your mind jump to?

 

When I was in fifth grade, my class had star of the week, meaning that we made a poster all about ourselves and got to decide what activity we had at free time.  When it was my turn, I brought along a poster that I thought was super cool.  I had a picture at the bottom of the page that I had covered with a piece of paper titled “stupid picture.”  The picture was of me at about age three kissing my little sister on the cheek or something like that.  For some reason, I thought it was cool to put it on the poster and cover it up.  But my teacher started questioning me about it in front of the whole class and then asked that I take off the cover.  So that picture was displayed for the whole class to see for the rest of the week.  It doesn’t seem like a big deal now, but then, I was mortified.

11.  How do you like your coffee?

Black.  My mom always says that I’m a weird child because even she puts some half and half in hers, but I just take it how it is.  I just like it better that way, for some strange reason.

Questions from Vesna

1. What’s your favorite animal and why?

Llamas, of course.  I love them so much.  I have llama pajamas, llama slippers, llama decorations, and even a llama decal on the computer I am typing this on.

2. If you had to be a character in any book who would you be?

Probably Hermione from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling.  I love Hermione, and I would be her because she is so intelligent and great at magic.  The only downside would be her complete inability to play Quidditch.

3. What habit would you like to kick?

Picking at my nails.  My nails look terrible, and I can’t keep them nice and stop picking them apart.  I’ve had the habit since preschool, and I’ve been trying to get rid of it for years.

4.  What would you like to achieve before the year is out?

Hmmm…. many, many things.  I would like to get better at writing and maybe even publish a book, for one.

5. If you could live in any known fictional land where would you live?

The wizarding world, obviously!  I have this wish to be able to fly and cast spells and stuff.  It’s absolute torture that I’m just a simple muggle.

6. What uplifting thought or quote do you live your life by?

“Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.”  -T.S. Eliot.  I love this quote so much.  I’m actually using it for my eighth-grade graduation yearbook profile.

7. Share one thing that makes you really happy.

Something that makes me really happy is softball.  I get to play with my friends, I get to improve, and I get to play a sport that I really love and am relatively good at.  It’s also really awesome when I win, haha.

8. Share something you’re proud of.

I am proud of this blog.  I never thought that I would actually write something online on a day-to-day basis and share it with the world.  It’s an amazing feeling and I’m so glad that I am able to write and put myself out there.

9. Do you have any unusual party tricks?

Nope, considering I only go to a bunch of teenage girls’ birthday parties.

10. Who’s your favorite band?

My favorite band is probably Panic! At the Disco.  I hadn’t even heard of them until last year, and then I became obsessed with them.  They are so different from other artists and bands, but their music is awesome.

11.  If you could fly or be invisible which would you choose?

I would choose fly.  Sometimes I have dreams where I can fly, and it’s always really fascinating in the dream.  It would also be super fun, not to mention convenient, to be able to fly everywhere.  Invisible would be great too, but flying is most definitely better.

 

My Questions:

  1. If you could save one person from dying, who would it be?
  2. What is your greatest fear?  (Mine is losing control.)
  3. Do you have any stuffed animals?  If so, what is your favorite?  I have many, but I don’t choose favorites because they all stuffies are born equal.
  4. Hogwarts house?  Mine’s Gryffindor.
  5. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?
  6. What is your greatest fault, in your opinion?
  7. When you were little, what was your best friend like?
  8. Share what the most meaningful gift you’ve ever been given is.
  9. What is something that you are ashamed of?
  10. In your family, who do you relate to the most?
  11. What is your favorite graphic novel? (Mine is Rapunzel’s Revenge by Shannon Hale)

I can’t wait to hear your responses (and of course you don’t have to accept, do whatever you want) and thanks again to the two phenomenal bloggers who nominated me.

Yours Truly,

Whatever I Write

My Past Self’s Fashion Sense

When I was really little, I had some strange ideas about what was fashionable.  Usually, I got these ideas from seeing strangers’ clothing and trying to mimic it, but failing horribly.  In second grade or so, I saw lots of girls wearing shirts that fell of one shoulder.  Of course, the shirts they had were meant to do that.  I, of course, thought it was super cool and started wearing one of my shirts that way.  One of the days I was wearing it like that, my class took a field trip to the newspaper company.  They took a picture of the class, and now there is a picture of me with a shirt pulled off my shoulder in the newspaper.  Fantastic.

I also witnessed some goths with hair covering their face.  Again, I thought it was awesome and a great idea for me to try it.  I attempted to grow out my bangs so that they would cover half of my face.  Thankfully, my mom protested it, and I gave up the idea completely when I discovered my hair was so thin that I could see through it.  (For some reason the not being able to see was part of the attraction).

I went through a phase where each outfit would be matching colors.  This wouldn’t be so bad, except that my favorite color at the time was pink.  Urk.

Another time, I came up with a style all by myself.  I had a long piece of bright red cloth that served as a scarf, and I used to play around with it and transform it into a blanket, a mask,… or a skirt.  So when I realized I could tie it around my waist and wear it around like that… all hell broke loose.  I wore my piece of cloth/scarf as a skirt to school at least three times.  Did I mention it was bright red?  This wasn’t even when I was in first or second grade.  I was in fourth grade and wearing a leftover piece of cloth as a skirt.

I still ask my friends for fashion advice because I don’t trust myself.  At all.  My younger self traumatized me for all eternity.

Yours Truly,

Whatever I Write

 

 

Summer VS Winter Olympics

The winter Olympics is basically just one big sport- who can slide over the ice the fastest and the best?  Skiing, snowboarding, bobsledding, figure skating, and all their other sports completely depend on the existence of ice and snow.  It’s a huge deal when people from countries with no snow show up, like Jamaica’s bobsled team.  There are tons of different sports in the summer Olympics that everyone can participate in, including track, swimming, and volleyball.  They all have different settings, and the summer Olympics ensures that people from all over the place can participate.

The winter Olympics can also be very boring to watch. I don’t know about you, but the cross-country skiing bores me to death, and I actually fell asleep while watching the biathlon.  For those of you who don’t know, a biathlon is an event that combines cross-country skiing and rifle shooting.  The athletes ski for a while and then they stop and shoot at targets.  This was initially invented for the military in snow-covered places and has now been morphed into some sort of sport.  There is so much less excitement and anticipation leading up to the winter Olympics.  As for the summer Olympics, people are awaiting it for months and everyone knows when and where it’s going to happen.  

On another note, the 2016 summer Olympics in 2016 had 306 events in 28 different sports, while the winter Olympics this year have 102 events in 15 sports.   Over 11,000 athletes competed in 2016, and only about 3,000 are participating this year.  The winter Olympics isn’t as well-rounded and less people are able to participate.   The winter Olympics aren’t diverse enough, have fewer sports that are all versions of the same thing, and are not exciting at all compared to the summer Olympics.

Yours Truly,

Whatever I Write

 

The Dirt Shirt

A week or two ago, I uploaded a post about one of my camping adventures, The RV Grouchies.  Today I’m sharing another one of my camping stories.

Nearly three years ago, my friends and I found a disgusting, fishy, dirty shirt by the lake while we were camping.  My friends Quinn and Noah, my brother, and I picked up the shirt with sticks and threw it at each other.  We called it the Dirt Shirt.  Eventually, it morphed into a keep away game.  On the last night of camping, we grab sticks and keep it away from the other team for five minutes.  At the end of the game, whoever has the Dirt Shirt wins.  Quinn and I are on a team called the Charcoal Warriors and have won the championship every year.  We smear as much charcoal on our faces as possible before playing, so we look pretty freaky.  Noah and my brother are on the same team and are called the ‘Good Gnomes’ or dwarves or whatever it is.

We always play Dirt Shirt at nighttime, and everyone is running around holding a big stick.  Not to mention that we are always shoving people out of the way (I am usually the one shoving.  I get quite pushy when I play sports).  It is most definitely a contact sport, just without any safety gear.  So at least two people get hurt every time.  Last summer, Noah “accidentally” hit me on the head with his stick.  Two years ago, someone tripped over a string and fell right on their face.  No more running for that night.

After Quinn and I win, we get super excited and start yelling and celebrating.  I swear, someone must have thought we were some sort of Viking warriors with all our yelling and charcoal-covered faces.

You might be wondering what happens to the Dirt Shirt all year.  Well, the year after we had first discovered the Dirt Shirt, Quinn and Noah’s dad brought it home and washed it.  Then he brought it back, so of course to play we had to dirtify it.  That year, we buried it in the sand for a whole day.  That didn’t do much, so this past year we biked around with it attached to the back of Quinn’s bike.  After that, it was perfectly repulsive.

So there you have it.  That is my absolute favorite tradition, and I’m going to keep doing it every year for as long as possible, even if I’m too old for gross, violent games like that.  The disturbing thing is that I love the violence and grossness of it.  Charcoal Warrior for life!

Yours Truly,

Whatever I Write