Saturday, June 30, 2012

Adam Young

Now I thought would be a good time to introduce to you one of my greatest inspirations and addictions; Adam Young. Well, mainly my addiction is to his writing. I love it. It's so... so... perfect. He takes feelings and emotions and sums it up in the best way possible. He describes it in ways that you would never think of describing it but when you read it, its exactly true. And its exactly how you feel when you go through and experience that emotion or feeling. It's crazy. He's crazy. I love him. And if you read this very blog post, I'm sure you'll fall in love too.

Your welcome. If you share this mad love for his writing, let me know. I hope I enlightened you.

Friday, June 29, 2012

To The HeartBroken

I know... this makes post number 2 today. However, i felt like my first one was really lame. Therefore, you get two. This post is dedicated to the heart broken( I bet the title didn't give it away :P ) and I decided to write this because it seems like a lot of my friends recently are experiencing this well known and very familiar emotion. It's common these days. :P I thought I'd share it with you guys and hope it brings you some comfort if you are experiencing it too.

The tears stain your face,
Another heart to be sown back into two.
You finally start to understand the word heartache,
Sadly, in the end, we all eventually do.

And we'll get battered and bruised,
Discarded, tried, and used.
It won't be something that you'll get used to,
And hopefully you won't ever have to.

And lessons will be learned on its way.
You'll learn how to not let your rope fray.
You won't lose sight of the beauty in each day,
And you'll dig yourself out of the grave in which the heartbroken lay.

You'll fall down a time or two more,
But wait till you see what's in store.
God's got a perfect plan for you,
And He'll repair every broken bone and sinew.

Just keep your head high when the waters come up,
You might surprise yourself when you find yourself still standing.
Don't let them take you under,
You have the bravery to stick the landing.

Times are tough,
And hearts hurt.
But every tear will be wiped away,
And every grain of dirt.

Now, I don't think this is one of my best pieces of writing. But I don't hate it either. Let me know what you think please. I like feedback. :) Hope you all have a fantastic night.

                                                          Love From Friday

Horsin' Around

I miss horses. And I miss riding them especially. I used to be apart of a 4-H and then I used to help out with theureptic riding. But then life got busy and allergies got not fun. However, I still want to go horse back riding as of soon. Real soon.

Thursday, June 28, 2012


I've been writing a loooot lately so I thought I would share my poems, songs, and writings. Or at least a few of them. :) They don't have titles so I'll just number them so you know where it ends and the next one begins.

1. Cold fingers,
 Charcoal Soul.
Fraying Strength,
Life's Daunting Toll.
Hard Stares,
Unwavering Eyes.
Compassion Bleeds,
Deep inside.
Suffocating Past,
Broken Futures.
Chained Captive,
To Fate's Sutures.
Unbroken but Bent,
Faded but Not Spent.
The World throws daggers with it's eyes.
But raw hurt runs beneath it's disguise.
Pain threatens to rule the world and steal your heart,
Don't give it the reigns to tear you apart.
2. My head is heavy weighed down by doubt,
Their cynical voices, whispered shouts.
Words so small, cut so deep.
I thought my heart was mine to keep.

Who are you to Judge without a Jury?
You spare me no grace, just Flames and Fury.
You don't know who i am; what i've been through.
You don't listen as you scythe skin and tissue.

Where is compassion, where is mercy?
Why are humans so quick to make a verdict?
We all breathe the same air and have hearts to beat,
Our lives are stopwatches that will soon cease to tick.

Why not show Love and Understanding?
Life is already harsh and demanding.
Don't you have something better to do than sit and scrutinize?
Is that really the way you want to spend your life?

Your voice matters.
It can Heal. It can Destroy.
But your voice isn't mine to use.
It's yours, your choice, it's up to you.
3.You're tough skin and a harsh demise,
A facade easily pulled.
You're a festering Battle scar,
Colored in shades that noone sees.
They think you can withstand everything,
When in reality you're drowning in your skin and bones.
You want them to think you're strong and brave,
No signs of weakness to be found.
Having a raw, unearthed heart and soul,
Makes you feel small and exposed.
You cover it up so noone knows,
The images, the dreams, the things you've seen.
You choke on your follies wishing they'd leave you alone.
But nobody will know.
Nobody will know.
You despise yourself and wish you can start new.
But the past still threatens to strangle you.
You want to be free from the skin you're in,
Show everyone what you've done and did.
But people are accusing with their dagger eyes,
There's only a fraction of comfort to find.
The blood of your heart beats deep in your chest,
Will the nightmare ever end?
Ever end?
Noone will see the things you've seen,
Noone could begin to understand.
But I'll try to.
And I will listen.
And when you feel weak,
You're finally getting stronger.
There's a Savior to wipe the slate,
Offer you a life fresh and white.
You don't have to be a slave to the past any longer,
Shed your skin.
Breathe life again.
Know you can't do this alone,
And you'll finally beging to know;
There is always hope.
       Always hope.
Don't let your wounds claim you.

(2nd Corinthians 2:19; "But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.")
4. Hope is the anchor for my soul,
Even when life has taken it's toll.
You say I'll never have to be alone.
And I can't wait till the day You say; "Welcome Home."

Life is surely waves and winds,
But I'll stick it out to the end.
Because there is beauty in everything and every bend.

There is beauty in me.
You are the beauty in me.
Yes, Lord, You are beauty.
5. You're a guitar that's a little out of tune.
You're a bruise that's faded too soon,

I'm a passenger out at sea.
Still struggling to find me.

You say that i'll be okay,
But you can't really trust these days.

'Cause people are temporary beings.
We never say what we mean.
'Cause people are temporary beings,
And we never really say what we mean.

You're a scarf full of unwraveling thread.
You're a ghost full of pale, full of dread.

I'm a small tear in a sea of salt.
Still struggling to find my faults.

You say that we'll be okay.
But we can't really trust these days.

Because people are temporary beings,
We never mean what we say.
People are temporary beings,
And we never really say what we mean.
We never say what we mean.
What is it really that we mean?
6. And i've always known that people change,
But that doesn't make it hurt any less.
And out of all people, I thought you'd be the one to stay the same...
I guess I still have some ignorance.
Some ignorance.

And out of all people, I only trust a few.
You looked at me with honest eyes and the world was ours.
Out of all people, I had to trust in you.
Now time is folding in and look where we are.

I guess the stars weren't shining for us,
And time likes to tear apart hearts.
But I didn't know I could hurt so much,
Guess it's time to leave our unleavened love in the dust.

And i've always known that people change.
But that doesn't make it hurt any less.
Out of all people, you were the one I loved best.
Knowing you've changed does't make it hurt any less.
And even ignorance isn't always bliss.
Thats what I've got. Comments, complaints, criticisms, I'd love to hear them. A writer always likes feedback and ways to improve. And just for the record, some of these writings may be about people and others are just from ideas or concepts that sounded nice in my head. It's not always personal experience I write about.


Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Plane and Maine

So I had forgotten that I took some pictures on a different camera that can be uploaded! There's not much to it but some Plane pictures and a couple of scenic pictures. But I shall upload them none the less! i hope you all enjoy. :D

                                                               From Wednesday

Tuesday, June 26, 2012


I think a lot of what makes writers write has to do with inspiration. So, since my pictures are still on my sister's laptop and I have not been able to convert them to my computer yet and I am currently too lazy to get my book containing my written poems, I am going to show you some pictures that inspire me and mean a lot to me. :) Enjoy!

A constant reminder to be humble in a self centered world.

Gosh I love roadtrips.

I will never turn down an adventure. Ever.

Well, this one is a no brainer. A. Its Owl City. B. The shade thing was creative and cute. :)

"Love when you're ready, not when you're lonely." Very, very, very good advice. Every now and then I feel pressured by people to figure out who I like or who I love and I like this saying. Because it's not a bad thing to wait until you are sure of who you love and to wait till when you are ready to love. You shouldn't try to rush this process or figure it out because you're lonely. In fact, it's okay to not love anyone at this time and moment. You're young, and you've got time.

Yes. I like things that tell me to smile. Smiling is good. Smiles should be worn more often.

I love this tatoo.

I love the beauty of fireworks... I am really excited for Fourth of July. :D

Very good reminder; pain is temporary.

True. Many people rely on others to make them feel like they are of self worth. But that's destructive when a person stops loving you. So don't forget to love yourself too, and still.

So there are my inspiring pictures and bits of wisdom. :) I love them all, so I hope you do too.
                                                              Tuesday's Inspiration,

Monday, June 25, 2012

Maine Adventures

Hello Folks! :)
Sorry for the long time of no blogging. But I was in Maine for a week and a day(our plane got delayed). So much went on that I don't even know where to start and what to post about it...  but I figured I'll start with a summary of what we did. And then, later on in the week, I can bombard you with photos and poetry that I wrote over the week as I got inspired.

Adventures in Maine:
1. A Lumberjack Show -With a past Survivor contestant and loads of puns in the scripted show along with real lumberjacks = One of the best things ever.
2. Cadillac Mountain- At night spent up on a Mountain with a pretty view at that moment where the sun has mostly gone down but its not pitch black yet but a purply blue was one of my favoritest nights of existence.
3. A Lobster Hatchery- We got to hear and see baby lobsters!
4. Seawall- A rocky place with gorgeous waves and sea.
5. Bar Harbor- A harbor with such pretty sights! And a quaint little town area.
6.Pretty Marsh Harbor- Another pretty sight.
7. Sand Beach- A WICKED COLD BEACH. The water was numbing to say the least.
8. A Nature Boat Ride- Santa was our tour guide. No joke. :o
9. A Big Can of Mountain Dew- Self explanatory.
10. My First Plane Ride- takeoff was the best part.
11.A Delayed Flight Home- in which we spent another night in Bangor and stayed at a hotel where we had a Girl's Night and Ben and Jerry's IceCream, 12.Pink Hotdogs, Popovers, Honey lemonade, Lots of Blueberry type things- SO MUCH GOOD FOOD and interesting food...
13.Lots of fun, pretty sunsets, comfy cabin, Lots of coffee and tea, good books, poetry, I can't think of what else to mention! It was a blast.

...But its good to be home. :)

Saturday, June 16, 2012


So, it's roughly midnight. And therefore it's roughly Sunday. Which means I'm going to pretend this is Sunday's post. Because Sunday I WILL BE RIDING A PLANE FOR THE FIRST TIME AND BE HEADED TOWARDS MAINE!!! YAYYYYY. (Not that I'm excited or anything...) But, I have free time right now. Which I didn't think I would have. So I'll take this time to make a pretend Sunday post and share one of my old poems that got published in a poetry books of combined poems and authors. Let me know if you like it! :)

Like a candle's dwindling wick is my heart.
The scorching fire latched quickly to the strings and the blood flowing through slowed immensly.
My heart tried to jump through my aching throat and escape in time,
But the ropes didn't reach and my heart couldn't climb.
So the fire fiercly roared and wrapped itself around my heart and lungs,
Burning so courageously I knew it wasn't something I couldn't outrun.
The feeling of someone's absense is hard to explain.
It's when your heart is in a pit of fire thats constantly in flame.
You think your heart is melting but it never fully melts.
It stays aflame for days until its once no longer felt.
You think you'll never make it out alive until one day you do.
And then you'll find your heart intact and so you are too.

I like the bolding and italicizing of some words. Even if they wouldn't normally seem important, the bolding or italicizing of that word demands your attention. It makes you look at it longer, pay more attention to it. Fascinating how that is.
                                                          Happy Sunday(ish!)

Friday, June 15, 2012

Pretend Saturday!

Hi, again. I know it's Friday, but I'm going to be busy tomorow. Because tomorow we are a. Packing. A lot. And then b. Celebrating Father's Day/ My Mom's birthday. :)  So I don't know if I'll have much of a chance to blog and i thought you might want one more blog post since I will definitely not be blogging for a week due to me going to Maine. :D its a week of rest, relaxation and no distractions. It will be beautiful and there will be lots and lots of pictures in which I will unload on you all when I get back. Your welcome. So anywho, it's going to be a simple picture blog today. but only because I have so many photos I want to share! I'm addicted to pretty pictures, it's true. Thats my inner photographer. So, happy pretend Saturday!


Now another life lesson I've been learning is to let things go. Worries, heartache, all that good stuff. Just letting it go. Because its pointless to dwell on it. Thats why so many of these pictures say things like let it go. And thats what photography helps me with too. It helps me appreciate the beauty in life and to just lose myself and let it go. A long with this, one of my favorite tenth avenue north songs also helps me with pretty amazing and true lyrics from their song; Let It Go. (No i'm not kidding, that is the name of their song. haha) In case you need to hear this message today, here are the lyrics;

"I've been holding on so tight,
Look at these knuckles...
They've gone white.
I'm fighting for who I wanna be,
I'm just trying to find security.

But You say let it go, You say let it go.
You say life is waiting for the one's who lose control.
You say you will be, everything I need.
You said if I lose my life it's then I'll find my soul.
... You say let it go.

Well it's hard enough to hear
Harder still, to move beyond this fear
We know there's nothing I can bring,
So tell me what do you want from me?

But You say let it go, You say let it go
You say life is waiting for the one's who lose control
You say You will be, everything I need
You said if I lose my life it's then I'll find my soul
You say Let It Go."