Aug 11

Rain

Its funny, the rain has always been a happy sign for me. I never thought about the downsides, the floods, or the way it can ruin your hair or make up. I always thought about the rainbows and the flowers that would grow. Rain is the one thing that is constant no matter where in the world you are. See, sun can change in Ireland its a watery sun where as in the Middle East its a dry hot sun that lasers down on you. But rain. Rain stays the same it always falls from the sky, and its always in a water form. Rain hides our flaws. Or at least it lets us pretend they don’t exist. When rain falls it changes something suddenly you can smell the the grass and the air. It awakens everything, every little animal or insect awakens and does what it does in rain, running around to fulfil that task. Me, I always loved to be out in the rain. I used to ride my bike in circles until the rain stopped. Other times id put my headphones in, put my hood up and just walk.
Aug 01
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The Guide to Any Historical Drama About Royalty (Hero's Journey)

We've all heard of the hero's journey. How an ordinary person becomes "The chosen one" and the special snowflake of whatever universe we're in and saves the world. The Hero's journey is a common trope throughout the genres from fantasy to well, as this title suggests, historical fiction. 

I, as an avid watcher of historical dramas and narratives, have begun to notice a pattern, especially when it comes to the royals. May I present (Big drum roll)
the Monarch's journey! 
Much like the hero's journey, it follows a simple template that can be mixed and matched and moved around to comply with the historical figure. There are 6 stages that are as follows: Peacetime, the Call, a Grand Entrance, Early Days, Blood and Politics, Dark Times, and finally, Happily Ever After? 

Stage 1: Peacetime 
Jul 31

A Prisoner of my Mind.

     Once upon a time, I lost my grip on reality. I spent years with my head in the clouds, dreaming of a life I could not have. I fell in love with people I'd never met, became attached to places I'd never been. I waited for the impossible to happen- for those dreams to become a reality.
     One day I realized I would be waiting forever. What had started off as daydreams became so real to me, and I wondered every day when my "real" life would start. I accepted that if this continued I would live a dismal, unfulfilled, life, unable to become attached to anyone or really live. I couldn't go on like this. 
Jul 27

Angry at Myself

When I'm afraid that I will get angry at myself for something,
I avoid it.

You see,
I don't like being angry at myself
So when I am angry at myself
About something I haven't done yet
Or am not doing,

I do other things.

A crossword puzzle
Eat some food
Check my email
Reread the instructions for the forms I should be filling out
Watch Netflix

Because I hate being angry at myself
For things I know I should have done
Or should be doing
In the sense of
Things I quite truly, really ought to be doing
Not just those "should"s that we feel pressure from despite their lack of reasonable source.
They're the should's like writing letters to my grandparents
Cleaning my room
Writing
Merely logging on to YWP
Starting college placement exams
Clearing my dishes from dinner
Responding to that text from last week.
Jul 26
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A Letter to Our Country

America

Land of the free

But not to those with melanin in their skin

Not to the ones who were ripped from their homes and brought to an alien country

Not to those who come here in search of a better life

Those beautiful people

All shades of brown

These people you isolate

You oppress them with your words and actions

When we are killed you silence your ears and turn your backs

You kill our men and boys

Rape our girls and women

You make us out to be monsters when it was your ancestors who stole us from our beds

America

This country of paper promises

When a black boy is the victim of police brutality you ask

“What did he do to provoke the officer”

When a black boy is caught doing something he shouldn’t

You condemn our whole race
Jul 26

Rock's Not Dead

     For years, the music industry has been dominated by autotuned, lipsynching pop stars singing about... well, nothing in particular. (No offense to anyone, I respect all music tastes, even ones I don't agree with. Well, except Justin Bieber.)
     I listened to the classic rock legends of old and was sure that these were belonging to the one golden age of music, a time when music was meant to say something, not just blast the same meaningless radio dribble out of out headphones. Of course, we still have some of the old rock stars performing, but these are mere echoes, like a faded, threadbare pair of jeans- really, you've got to admire them for holding on, and some are still actively coming out with music, but to be honest, rock and roll was an aging style. And really, isn't it time the Rolling Stones retired? For real this time, not the ten times they've claimed to. They all hate each other, anyway. 
     And now...
Jul 19
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The Heat

The heat was suffocating; I could feel my insides boiling. Outside in the horrible weather, the was a young girl named Gabby who was in line for a lemonade stand. It was almost her turn, but the guy in front of her was paying in all pennies. Not only was the guy paying in pennies but he was counting them out one by one, goodness that was annoying.
"Hey, can you hurry up please!" She said trying to will him to go faster with her voice
"Sorry," The man says defensively 
The man was annoying Gabby, and she just wanted to get her lemonade. She got an idea all of a sudden and hoped it would work.
"Do you want help? It would go faster" Gabby suggested
The man looked at her and seemed to study her and see if he could trust her. Finally, he nodded. Gabby moved to him and helped him count the coins and then got her lemonade after helping the man.
 
Jul 13
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Daydreamer

    Now I’m not saying that there’s anything wrong with being perfect, but it’s infuriating. Don’t get me wrong, if I was perfect, I wouldn’t be complaining. Now, I’m sure he wasn’t perfect in everyone’s eyes, but he was to me, and I hated him for it. Unfortunately for everyone including me, this did not turn out to be a summer romance like we’d all hoped it’d be. No, it was rather bitter and disappointing.

    I’ll keep names out for his secrecy and for my dignity, so let’s just call him Daydreamer. I’ve chosen this because I always caught him zoning out and daydreaming, and because if I ever daydreamed, it was about him. I’m not too fond of feelings so I don’t let them happen. It’s a conscious effort, but it’s worth it in the end. I knew summer school would be over soon and it would be a waste of energy and tissues. I’ll probably never see him again, and that’s for the better, I don’t think my somewhat flawed emotional mechanics could handle it if I did.
Jul 05
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I Believe There is More Than Us

There's a field near my house that holds something big. Secrets and history and knowledge, and everything that is unknown to me. In the winter, a soft coat of snow covers it like a fluffy blanket, making it look like an endless spread of white. In the spring bright yellow daisies grow from the ground, eager to blow in the wind. I long to run through them and lie with them. In the summer, wildflowers spring from the ground, growing up towards the sun, as if they long to be let free from the confines of the soil.  In the fall the leaves float from the trees and cover the field with browns, yellows, and reds, signaling the start of winter.
Jul 04

redefining america

dear america,

liberty and justice for all. land of the free, home of the brave.

except those we have deemed not good enough
not strong
beautiful
worthy enough

to make the american dream
a sweet one again.

nightmares wake us up,
and once we are woke
we stand united.

patriotism never meant an undying support for our country.

it's the things we truly love 
that challenge us most.

maybe that's why we need to be willing to fight.

redefine patriotism, america.
determine it to mean not pure devoition
but more simply a willingness to fight against the path our country chooses
in order to build us back up as we fall.
turn our fear into hope
hate into love
and silence into actions.

if we truly love our country
critisize it until we all open our eyes.

we're ready to turn the page
Jun 19

Civil Rights Speech (Verbal)

Throughout history we have been fighting for equal rights. Either for our own or someone else's. Women’s Rights. African American Rights. LGBT Rights.

We recognize these movements as we see them happening all around us. We oppose or support them. We rarely stand in the middle.

As we watch these movements barrel downhill we watch people trying to spear these movements to stop them.

Destroy them before they reach the point of no return. Their criticizing comments hold us back from taking all the steps we need too.

This is why racism and sexism and homophobia and all other hate still exist.

We have heard the speeches, the comments, the subtle rebellion. We have seen all that has been done to stop these movements.

I have seen the movements. I have heard the hate. Martin Luther King Jr. had his dream, and I have mine.
Jun 19

Civil Rights Speech (Visual)

Throughout history, we have been fighting for equal rights, either for our own or someone else's: Women’s Rights, African American Rights, LGBT Rights.

We recognize these movements as we see them happening all around us. We oppose or support them. We rarely stand in the middle.

As we watch these movements barrel down the hill, we watch people try to spear these movements to stop them.

Destroy them before they reach the point of no return, their criticizing comments hold us back from taking all the steps we need to.

This is why racism and sexism and homophobia and all other hate still exists.

We have heard the speeches, the comments, the subtle rebellion. We have seen all that has been done to stop these movements.

I have seen the movements. I have heard the hate. Martin Luther King Jr. had his dream, and I have mine.
Jun 17

What if that is all he is?

What I realised after that day was that I didn't love him. Yes he is amazing and yes I know that we would work if we tried but I am just not there yet. Sure I have thought about him being there in the future, but something is always missing. There is a link that just isn't there. Yes he is amazing, exactly what everyone would say I want. But I mean, no. I can't just keep pretending that there is a real chance. That will only kill me, and him. Yes I am aware that what I am saying makes no sense, if he is perfect then what is the problem. That's just it even his bad habits aren't anything that would stop you. They just make him funny and weird and honestly they make him all that much better. Blagh, I don't even know what is happening. Or what I am saying because this doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense, why I feel like this because ... I can't stop thinking about it, him, everything. Whenever I close my eyes to sleep, I see his smile.
Jun 17

What if that is all he is?

What I realised after that day was that I didn't love him. Yes he is amazing and yes I know that we would work if we tried but I am just not there yet. Sure I have thought about him being there in the future, but something is always missing. There is a link that just isn't there. Yes he is amazing, exactly what everyone would say I want. But I mean, no. I can't just keep pretending that there is a real chance. That will only kill me, and him. Yes I am aware that what I am saying makes no sense, if he is perfect then what is the problem. That's just it even his bad habits aren't anything that would stop you. They just make him funny and weird and honestly they make him all that much better. Blagh, I don't even know what is happening. Or what I am saying because this doesn't make sense. None of this makes sense, why I feel like this because ... I can't stop thinking about it, him, everything. Whenever I close my eyes to sleep, I see his smile.
Jun 05
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Maybe If

I have a pretty simple life. A great family: mom, dad, brother, sister. Great friends. Great activities: spring play, choir, Model UN. I’ve always been one of those people that people look up to: after all, I’m a straight A student, actually, no, I’m a straight A+ student with the occasional A. I’m successful with everything I do, and I try to be nice to everyone. But, uh, I don’t have a boyfriend. Of course, I’ve had crushes. Lots of them. I’ve texted guys, talked to guys, but I’m a generally awkward person and I’m not the prettiest one by all means. I fall into that wierd social category, and let me know if you know what I mean, where there’s the really popular pretty girls above me, and then there’s the not so popular, quiter, nerdy girls below me. So, of course the popular pretty girls all have boyfriends and the quiter, nerdy girls do to. They have their relationships with their friends. And then there’s me, in this akward place in the middle. Rung 5 on the social ladder.
May 31

Dear Mr.Trump

Dear Mr. Trump,
You make Mr. Bushe look smart.  That being said I will continue being careful to use words you can comprehend (that means understand okay.)  If you would please step out of office that would be deeply appreciated (that means we would be grateful.) After you step out of office we can sort out all the messes you have made.  If you need reminding I have provided a list.

You almost started a world war III

You tried to kick immigrants out of the country

You repealed the fair pay law

You attempted to lower your taxes by 1 million dollars

I am going to stop listing them because you get the point (if you don’t use safari to find out.) So please just get out of the office.  I’m sure we can get you a ticket to go live in Russia. You and Putin can start a family. America can return to a good country and we will never see you again.

Much Love,

Lucy    

 
May 31
rant/rave 1 comment challenge: Food
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Food

One time I searched disgusting foods on Google. 
You don't want to know what I found from that search...
Anything from dog meat to fermented horse milk popped up!
I realize that other countries have different traditions and beliefs but...WOW!
If you think about it, other countries might look at our food and say eww!
So we don't really have any room to talk since our country's rate of obesity is the highest and other countries rates of obesity are lower than ours. What is that telling people? Maybe their food, which we think is disgusting, is healthier than ours.
May 30
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Music

Do you ever feel in the mood for music?
As soon as you turn it on, don't you feel inspired?
I do! It makes me feel like I can do anything I want.
This usually happens when my favorite songs come on.
Music isn't only a entertainment, it's an inspiration!
May 25
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What is There to Say?


I'm writing this because I'm sad
Because I have feelings that have to go unsaid
So I put them into a rant because it makes more sense
I don't want pitty or "I'm sorrys"
I'm not expecting them from anyone
I want somebody to read this and know how someone feels when they have no more words left in them
I've been robbed of my will to speak and my way to write things that make sense
So I'm sorry if this is confusing or hard to understand what the point is
But the truth is there is no point in a long venting piece about my feelings
All of my writing seems like a jumble of words and sentences put together
Like a jigsaw puzzle that has lost a piece over time that nobody has bothered to look for
And since a picture is worth a thousand words
My feelings can go unsaid and this rant will paint the picture
I guess I'm not writing this because I'm sad
May 24
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The Little Things Aren't Little

When someone says, "It's the little things that matter," I almost gag because it's so cheesy. Another person just trying to be influential and wise. I don't know why, but it just pisses me off. Did people ever think that maybe the little things aren't little at all? Maybe they're big. Maybe they're significant. You may think that the sound of my little brother's knock against the door is just something "little" that I love, but to me, it's not little at all. There is so much meaning behind that tiny sound against my bedroom door. I know exactly how he's feeling by that knock. If it's light and quiet, he's sad. If it's loud and fast, he is eager to tell me something. If it's slow and loud, he's come to tell me we have to the dishes, or set the table, or something like that. How can his knock be a "little thing" if I can predict his mood by it and figure out how I can respond, or help him, or that I need to get out of bed to wash the dishes?