"It is not our abilities that determine who we are, it is our choices." ~Albus Dumbledor

April 29, 2013

Bittersweet

Bittersweet is that sour taste in your mouth
When your emotions run dry
And your words have run out

Knowing what's done is done
That there's nothing to do
It's time to move on

Bittersweet is that aching you feel
When dream becomes reality
But the truth isn't real

Seeing those signs that destroy
Goodbye, one I loved
Tearing each girl and boy

Bittersweet, the nostalgic memories
That live in the back of your mind
Being tossed by the seas

Realizing you're finally alone
Unsure of where to go
Because you lost what was best known

But bittersweet isn't all bitter
For the sweet is still there
Hidden in the discouraging litter

Bringing sunshine to life
And warming the heart
Knowing you did something right

The sweet is the trembling happiness felt
When you strengthen your mind
And your heart never melts

Yes, saying goodbye now
Will lead to things greater
And brighter around

Bittersweet is corse
But it's also freeing
For better or worse

You just have to let go
So you can start seeing
And finally believing

It's for the better.

~Trevor Howell

April 26, 2013

Words That Aught To Be Words - Volume 2

Words That Aught To Be Words
Volume 2

  1. Armapathy - v. Bringing your arm down after holding it up for 30+ seconds because the teacher failed to notice you somehow, and because the blood flow had stopped reaching your fingers.
  2. Chirl - n. A chair that is highly uncomfortable and distracting to sit on because the fourth leg doesn't reach the floor.
  3. Clutzor - n. A nickname for a person who constantly trips over their own feet.
  4. Illuminoff - n. The burt-out lightbulb that nobody ever replaces because it's in the highest, most awkwardly positioned location.
  5. Lawnominus - v. The act of ripping out handfuls of grass and placing it on the leg of the person sitting next to you.
  6. Returnigination - v. The act of sifting through the fridge, closing it, and coming back after looking through the pantry in hopes that something new has materialized.
  7. Telaudible - v. The act of yelling at sports referees through the television.
  8. Teledetermination - v. The act of pressing the buttons on the remote significantly harder the second time, because they didn't work the first time.
  9. Toitzheimers - n. The condition of flushing the toilet twice because you forgot you had flushed it the first time.
  10. Wordeyed - adv. Describing the act of staring at a word for so long you begin to wonder if you spelled it correctly, and if you had always spelled it that way.

April 25, 2013

Some Things

I need to write on my blog again. Like, make an actual post! The problem is, I don't have one specific thing I want to write about. So if my thoughts are everywhere, forgive me. Because I'm most likely just going to write what comes to my mind. So here goes...


Remember when we were children? When we ran around on those summer days with no cares in the world. Getting tired one moment, lying in the grass, feeling the soft breeze on our perfect faces. We would sit up, look around, and giggle as we took off once more, thinking that we had tricked our parents yet again. But they knew. They knew because they had been in our spot before. They knew because we were their children. They knew because we were children.

Aren't we still children? Do we really know what cares there actually are in the world? We pretend we do. We pretend like our math load is too much to handle. We pretend that we are too busy with some things to do other things. But the reality is, we aren't. I've lost count of how many times I've psyched myself out with my homework load, thinking that I will have no time for anything else. The outcome is always the same, though. I have free time.

But when you look at adults, do they get the free time we do? I don't know about you, but it seems like my dad never has any free time. And that's when I have to reflect back on my own life. Reflect back on what really matters at this point in my life. Is it school? Is it my social life? (Psych! Hahahaha. What social life.) Is it the extracurricular activities we are involved in? Is it close friends? What is it? Because some things come, and some things go, but only a few things stay. And I think that's what we should focus on.

So what things stay? It's hard to say, seeing as we can't look into our future. Will our best friends stay with us? Will the relationships we have formed at this time in our lives stay? Will the knowledge we "gained" in all of our science classes stay? (Hahahaha, no.) What matters? And what if what we think matters, really doesn't matter? And if what we think doesn't matter, does? What then? Well my friends, that is the point people start to have mental, and sometimes physical, breakdowns.

One thing I am sure of, however, is God's love. And that is one thing that is certain to stay. One of the most profound lyrics in modern music, in my opinion, comes from the song, "Don't You Worry Child." When I first heard it, I was like, "What? There is hope for the world??" The line was this:

Don't you worry child, don't you worry child, see heaven's got a plan for you.

And aren't we still children? Don't we still run around on summer days with no cares in the world? Do we really need to worry about what life will bring? Because as much as we do worry, and as hard as it is to stop, we really have no need to. Because heaven has a plan for us. All we need to do is trust.


Well, I was right! That went everywhere. I also made a new discovery about myself after proof-reading: all of my blog posts seem to end with faith in God, in some way. I don't mean to preach, I just post what I believe. I also think it's kind of significant as well. Don't all of our lives eventually tie back to God in the end? Just a thought.

Hmmmm. Mmkay. I'm done now. Bye guys.

April 1, 2013

Torn

I can't describe
How you make
Me feel

It's lodged deep inside
Making it feel
Unreal

I can't say
Who you are
Or what I am
To you

Will you stay
Brilliant star
Burn on to
Light my way

Since I met you I can't breathe
And now I would die if you leave

You make it
Easy to
Think we all
Glow

Would it
Surprise you if
All of us humans on the
Ground below
Don't even know
Of angels who come from the sun?

You may be the only one.

Do you realize
Now that I've
Seen you

I cannot
Settle for
Number two

I can't say
Who you are
Or who I am
To you

Will you be
My bright star
Burn on to
Lead me to you

Since I met you I can't breathe
Did you know I would die if you leave

You make it
Easy to
Think we all
Glow

Would it
Surprise you if
All of us humans on the
Ground below
Don't even know
Of angels who come from the sun?

You may be the only one.

Would it
Surprise you if
All of us humans on the
Ground below
Don't even know
Of angels who come from the sun?

You may be the only one.

~Trevor Howell