This is a window on a bus I saw in San Francisco. I love taking random photos of things in San Francisco, they always turn out great. This is kind of how I feel right now, just say it. Speak out. Talk to me, let me talk to you. Write something on my blog, I want to hear it. Say it
Here is another poem from mythology. This myth is about Helios’ (the sun in Greek mythology) daughter and how she is locked away because she is the daughter of the sun. You of light Whose heart is ever growing Lay down your hair And watch the lilies bloom You, the child Of the greater gods With eyes that glow As bright as the sun And your smile Could make flowers bloom And your soul So pure and untouched Sheltered in a world Never scarred by hate Evil, or disgrace Yet they fear you The titan child Your brilliance Brings darkness Into their envious eyes Run child, run They come for you now There is no where to hide And they will find you It is only a matter of time You can’t scream Or shout out for help They are the help The good guys Gone so bad Have turned on you Betrayed you Put a knife in your back Even though you did them no wrong It is your heart they fear So they must carve it out Snuff out its brilliance Kill off the sun Then they’ll bury you away Where the sun can’t shine Your heart still beating And your eyes gone wide They seal you in darkness You, the child of the sun Will never again see the sky
I love bald eagles, they are so cool and majestic. Here is a picture of one I took in Michigan sitting in a tree right out in front of our house.
In golf they want you to wear tan shorts or khakis. Wait, what exactly are khakis? That is beside the point, tan. The color tan is my point. Tan and cream-colored things drive me insane. If you are one of my friends you probably know this. If not, please endure. These colors bug me for several reasons: Cream is not a color. Plain as that, the same way white isn’t. Cream bothers me though because it isn’t white, but it is close enough to trick you. Cream is just an ugly white. I mean why make something cream when it could be white? WHY? It confounds me and makes me angry to an extent. It is just a dirty white color. It makes me want to wash it, but I know it won’t come off. Ugh, makes me sick. ...
I love this old decrepit barn. Very pretty with the teal roof. I have a lot of great barn pictures taken along my journeys.
I sit in a White tiled room I feel like I Was dropped here A camera is sitting In my hands Resting peacefully But why am I To capture this A walled in cell Made completely Of glass Stands tall In the middle of the room A man paces Inside of its See through barrier The walls are so thin There is so little standing Between him and me Imprisoned and watching His eyes only on me A wolf’s eyes Burning into me I shift uncomfortable “Be careful with him” He says to me In a dark cold voice The edge in it surprises And scares me “Who?” I ask My eyes Being held by the wolf He doesn’t take his eyes away But nods at my lap A wry grin splitting Open his face I look down A baby boy Lies where my Camera had been His head is bent At an awkward angle I scream and scream Looking down at him His tiny broken body And his broken neck With blue skin and unstaring eyes Dying in my arms I plead for help Looking frantically From the baby To the prisoner But all he does Is laugh at me He puts his hands Against the glass And starts to push And as the glass Starts to crack He says “You can only help yourself”
This weekend we’re moving Nick into his apartment and new life at Cal Poly. It’s still hard to believe that this day has actually arrived, but I’m excited for Nick to start this stage of his life. I have to say I never had a view like this from my freshman college dorms. Pretty sweet. His apartment has four private rooms, a shared living room, and kitchen. As if it wasn’t good enough, one of his roommates brought a big flat panel TV. ...
I was in my Theory of Knowledge class the other day, and because of my cold medicine, I was totally wired. I typically am really interested in that class but I just couldn’t pay attention because Me + Cold Medicine = Bad News and Weird Things So I am sitting in the back of the classroom when suddenly it dawns on me, I can’t sit in this chair a second longer. So what does my brain go to? Of course, what else? The floor. I just stand up in my seat and go around my desk and plunk down on the floor. ...
Goodbye my brother, I will miss you so!!! Good luck at Cal Poly. I still think you are a mountain goat. LOVE YOU!!!