Sunday, February 15, 2015


My first Sonnet!

From above a crystal mist descended,
And left the ground as pure as untouched light;
This brought forth concern so unattended
In how we try to wrestle with our blight.
Are all our flaws forgiven with new snow?
Is darkness the inevitable end?
So must we fear the answers we don't know,
And toss aside what we can't comprehend?
I search for answers I will never find,
And see perfection is a myth of heart,
But this is how the Earth has been designed,
An imperfection of divine, old art.
So now is time to open eyes and see
That blight is what creates humanity.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Try and Stop Me

"Sky-screaming, star-dreaming,
Cloud-climbing, sun-winding,
Wishful thinker.
Where is the rest of your life?
You're diving into the heavens,
Leaving crisis behind;
Put your feet on the hillsides,
Or is reality too easy for you?
The sky is just emptiness,
the stars are only fire,
Who do you think you are,
trying to fly with the clouds?
There is no way accomplishments
would ever substitute reality,
because you have no reason
To think big
Who are you to try to be
amicable and worthy of every
little thing that is right with the world?
Because there is so much wrong that
denial won't let you slip through
the cracks in the system, because
You have to deal with what
Generations behind you destroyed;
What mansions are filled with empty rooms
while the poor sit on the side of the roads
and You
Can't think big.
There is no power of positive pressure
when the world is winding in a downward spiral,
and you cannot dream
because you
Are one of the poor.
Your situation dictates your life and
there's nothing you can do to stick it to the man
when you
And I said,
"Reach for the stars,
because that's why we have arms.
Reality is not too easy-
the truth is that it requires
Someone to look at the bigger picture,
and I can see more clearly from up there,
rather than behind your negativity.
I don't claim to be perfect,
but if there's a right way to go,
I'm going to take it.
I'm not above social catastrophe,
I'm just trying to change it,
and the world may be tumbling
into ultimate turmoil but
you can't tell me that there is no point
In helping.
I dictate my choices,
I dictate my life,
I will accomplish what you think
is impossible
and there's
stop me."

Wednesday, September 24, 2014


There is a reason for everything.
Without reason, who are we?
Is there life without why?

"People don't buy what you do, they buy why you do it."

This small phrase has been on my mind since I watched a Ted Talk about business strategy and why some leaders are followed over others. The man who spoke mentioned Apple being successful because their slogan was about what they believe in. The company believed in supplying people with this tool of communication in their own homes, because they believed in connection. He mentioned Martin Luther King Jr. and why HE was able to draw a crowd of people to the white house where he made a speech. He said "I believe" and he drew in all the people that believed in what he believed in. They weren't there because Martin Luther King was a great orator; they were there because their beliefs were similar or equal to his.

If this idea of people buying into a company's philosophy is what drives markets or movements, then why don't more people use this methodology? Is this methodology just a trick to drive people to buy their product or do companies that adopt major slogans actually agree with their ideas?

Wednesday, September 3, 2014


Distance sends you spread-eagled;
Slipping on wet stones,
and falling head over heals into the abyss.
The image of space
casts shadows in the clouds,
and the air isn't quite the same,
as it is where you call home.
But a tint of freedom rests in the sky;
a vision of the future looms over my bed;
pressure condenses on my window;
And longing sneaks under my pillow.
Is figuring out life,
Discovering that philosophy and chemistry,
may be the reasons that brought you here.
Or rather,
you have your heart rooted in words,
sending you to English class
because that's where you feel you belong.
I sit in the library looking outwards and inwards,
searching for the stones I had to leave behind,
Missing home and striding to the future.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Reflect and be Reflected

This is a time of reflection. A time for packing boxes and reading books. A time for hugs and tears and grilled cheese with tomato fresh from the garden. A time for warm sun and tan lines. This is a time for swimming pools and thunder storms and family vacations; a time for chocolate and friendship; a time for change.

This is August. This is watching the days on the calendar get crossed off as they move closer to the inevitable day of leaving home. This is climbing a mountain and standing up at the tip-top looking over a world where you can't see where the sky touches the ocean. This is throwing a Frisbee on a beach while your mom throws it to the birds instead of you. This is riding in a car with no particular place to go. This is holding onto your friends. This is wandering the mall with your sister and eating chicken. This is walking to the lighthouse and talking about school. This is bike rides and laughter, picnics and breakfast, and holding hands because this is not a time for giving up.  This is long walks on the beach and holding onto each second because everything is about to change.

And this is facing a world where responsibility is inevitable and it is time to leave the nest.

Saturday, August 2, 2014


I want moonlight and fireflies-
A spectacle that needs to be
admired by multiple people.
I want ice cream and chocolate-
So that I can soak up all the
sweetness this life can offer.
I want peace and quiet-
A chance to reflect and meditate
so that body and mind work as one.
I want books and music-
To keep my mind and fingers
moving and learning and doing.
I want blue skies and thunderstorms-
A world where I can make my garden grow
and my life beautiful.
I want your arms around me-
So I may be safe and cared for
in a way so dreamlike I forget reality.
I want your hand in mine-
Locked like a zipper in a way
that I know you won't let go.
I want friendship and love-
So that I can surround myself
In a blanket of positive light.
I want peace-
In a world where war and poverty
Threaten a nation's well-being.
I want the impossible-
Because impossible turns into possible
when possible is in your dreams.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn: A Review

Upon the completion of reading A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith, I felt strongly enough about it's message that  I decided to write about it.

Growing up in Brooklyn in the early 1900's, the main character (named Francie) struggles to figure out what to do with her life because she comes from a poor family. She gets a job before she is old enough to get working papers, completes elementary school late because she got a late start, doesn't go to high school so she can get a full-time job, and takes summer courses at college to absorb knowledge so that she can do something better with her life. I diverge--it is not the plot that I want to take a moment to discuss, but the theme of persistence.

Right from the start, Francie talks about a tree that exists in Brooklyn in places where it shouldn't. After a fire, the tree grows. Between cracks in the sidewalk, the tree grows. While personal growth becomes very important throughout the course of Francie's life, it is the persistence of this tree that mirrors her actions and decisions. The mention of this symbolic tree is only a hint at what is important in this situation. This brings about the idea that people should strive to reach their goals and overcome problems against all odds. In the life of Francie, she was born into a family that had very little. Despite their lack of resources, they owned a Bible and a book of Shakespeare, out of which their mother read one page every single night. Like the tree that grew in an unlikely place, Francie's intelligence and reading abilities soared because of these two books.

Later on in life, Francie needed to get a job instead of going to high school. Because this prevented her from getting the education she wanted, she started taking college courses and buying books in certain subjects so that she could test into college as a full-time student. Her persistence was the key to her success, not her family's well-being.

Persistence. Never giving up. That's what Francie could teach each of us. It's not just the tree that insisted on growing in desolate environments, it's her mind. She refused to cease activity to foster her talents and passions. She refused to let poverty overcome her. She refused to stop growing. Her's is a lesson that we can all learn. It isn't just when people are faced with hardships and poverty that they should use her example. It's in everything we do. Your book didn't get published the first time? Edit. Try again. You fell off your bike when you took your training wheels off? Get back on. You failed the test? Study. Take it again. Insist on persisting to achieve what it is that makes you happy. Because that's what we, as human beings, must do to achieve self-fulfillment.

As the book ends with Francie leaving for college in another state, I do not know if she reached self-actualization or if she was successful in her future years. Seeing that this is a novel, I also do not know if Betty Smith put any thought into what the rest of Francie's life would look like. In any case, her point about persisting throughout hardship in order to get what you want is an example worth reading the entire book. Her story also examines family relationships, childhood, and coming-of-age; so this tree is not the only symbol her book has to offer. If I've learned anything from reading, it's that you should always take something away with you after you put the book down. So here's what I took, and what I share. Read up.