Love is a thunderstorm.

Love is a thunderstorm; sometimes you can feel it coming, other times it comes out of the blue. 

Sometimes the storm will stay for only a second, other times it will stay for what seems like forever.

The storm can be harmonious with thunder and lightning and raindrops falling in synchronicity; but there are times when it's impulsive and random and unexpected...and beautiful.

Sometimes the storm will gradually fade out, getting smaller and smaller until there's only sun. Other times the storm will just stop, leaving us confused and wondering where the storm went all of a sudden.

If we're lucky the storm will leave a rainbow for us to remember it by. Other times all it leaves is black clouds looming above our heads.

Then there are the lucky storms that we only come across once in a lifetime that keep raining down, pouring water onto our interlaced hands, the tears of the sky shed upon our heads. These storms are rare, cherish every moment of them. The one storm of love that never ceases is the only one we'll ever need.

Poetry Critique

The Bait - John Donne

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove,
Of golden sands and crystal brooks,
With silken lines and silver hooks.

There will the river whispering run,
Warmed by thine eyes more than the sun.
And there the enamored fish will stay,
Begging themselves they may betray.

When thou wilt swim in that live bath,
Each fish, which every channel hath,
Will amorously to thee swim,
Gladder to catch thee, than thou him.I

f thou, to be so seen, beest loath,
By sun or moon, thou darkenest both;
And if myself have leave to see,
I need not their light, having thee.

Let others freeze with angling reeds,
And cut their legs with shells and weeds,
Or treacherously poor fish beset
With strangling snare or windowy net.

Let coarse bold hands from slimy nest
The bedded fish in banks out-wrest,
Or curious traitors, sleave-silk flies,
Bewitch poor fishes’ wandering eyes.

For thee, thou needest no such deceit,
For thou thyself art thine own bait;
That fish that is not catched thereby,
Alas, is wiser far than I.


http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoem.asp?id=104

The badsic theme of the poem is the author saying how much they need their love. The author talks about how they can't live without them and how amazing they are. The author uses a lot of simile and metaphor to show how amazingly they view the subject of the poem. They use lots of relations to the sun and other beautiful aspects of nature.

No One Would Riot For Less

No One Would Riot For Less - Bright Eyes

Death may come, invisible
Or in a holy wall of fire
In the breath between the markers
On some black I-80 mile

From the madness of the governments
To the vengeance of the sea
Everything is eclipsed
By the shape of destiny

So love me now
Hell is coming
Just kiss my mouth
Hell is here

Little soldier, little insect
You know war, it has no heart
It will kill you in the sunshine
Or just as happily in the dark

Well, kindness is a card game
Or a bent-up cigarette
In the trenches, in the hard rain
With the bullet and a bet

He says help me out
Hell is coming
Could you do it now?
Hell is here

Do you see the sterile soil
Poisoned sky, yellow water
The final scraps of life
Bringing new tears

Wake, baby, wake
Leave that blanket around you
There's no where we're safe
I'm leaving this place
But there's nothing
I'm planning to take
Just you

Just you
Just you
Just you
Just you

-Conor Oberst

http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=3530822107858561123

I picked this poem (or song) because it has deep meaning to me; it means that you should just take what life gives you and run with it, because the worst is going to come sometime. The title is very relevant to the poem because it shows that no one would do anything if it were anything less, if it were something not as good as this. The author doesn't use a lot of metaphors or similes; the poem is pretty straight-up. There are some parts where sentences are cut short for effect, like at the very end where "just you" is repeated five times. It's reiterating how important this line is. The tone in the poem is somber, as if the worst is coming. The writer succedded in creating this tone by saying over and over again "hell is coming, hell is here."

whoa, california in the summer.

i think today, i'm going to blog about my summer.
unfortunately, i didn't go to california.
:GASP: i just had an idea!
what if i aspired to title all of my blogs with song lyrics that are relevant to the topic of the blog!
today, my lyrics are from "holiday from real" by jack's mannequin. they make my heart beat. <3

so...summer. what an eventful summer it was!
the very first thing i did when school got out was get on a plane and go to mexico. no, not for a vacation or anything like that, i went on a service trip to mexico. it was so much fun! i was in juarez, mexico for a week, and it was one of the best weeks. ever. i miss it so much! it was such an unbelievably eye-opening experience.
so that's enough about mexico for now.
the next big event that happened over the summer...probably my birthday. :]
i had a rather large shindig this year; i think there were 35 or so people there (i'm guessing some of the seniors in this class will have to disagree when i say that 35 is a big number, but for someone just finishing middle school, that's monumentally large). lots of stuff happened at my party. there were...three hookups, two brand new people, and one broken collarbone.

i'm going to make a guess and say that you're most intrigued by the broken collarbone.
here's the deal:
some of my eden prairie friends have a made up game called ball. there are no rules, except for the one rule that you get the ball to hit a designated object on your side.
an epic game of ball broke out involving 20 or so people, guys and girls.
you'd think that guy would take it easy on the girls considering, well, we are girls (not to be sexist, but the guys get WAY more into sports like this than we do).
my friend zack accidentally grabbed kelsey's ankle as she was running, and she fell to the ground in an instant. at first, we all thought kelsey was just in shock because everyone thought she'd be sobbing if her collarbone was legitimately broken. kelsey was super strong and didn't even cry! it turns out that her collarbone did break which is super sad, because she was out of volleyball for four weeks. thankfully, kelsey is coming back to the team soon!

so that's my epic summer.
ze end.

Three potential personal narrative titles. :]

So, here's the deal...I'm super bad at titles. Like, epicly bad. ahh, i hate titles! i think sometimes they're really misleading, but that's okay. they're necessary.
Possible Titles:

"Awakening"
"A 50-Year Difference Makes All The Difference"
"Holiday from Real"

tell me whatcha think. :D

Music is my boyfriend...

I'm not crazy, that title is a lyric from the song "Music is my Hot Hot Sex" by Cansei De Ser Sexi. Good song.
I'm not technically in a relationship with music, but music has become one of the most reliable things in my life today.

I wake up to music in the morning. (My favorite wake up artists are hellogoodbye, Mae, Jack's Mannequin, and Muse because they get me awake right away, I love waking up to a favorite song.)
I listen to music as I get ready, as I get on the bus.
Before a big game, you can guarantee when I'm not on the court, I'm listening to my "pump up" playlist, which includes bands along the likes of Nihilio (a small local band, they're super talented), The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Lil' Wayne (rap is my guilty pleasure), Daft Punk and Modest Mouse.
When I go to bed...you get the point. Music, 24/7.

I love music so much, but ironically, I'm not a musically inclined person.
When I was in elementary school, I used to think I could sing...that dream has long since died.
I had a guitar, a little acoustic from Target, but it got so out of tune and old that the strings died.
I can play the piano, I like to teach myself a lot of stuff (I'm currently learning Tong Hua (Fairy Tale) by Michael Wong), but I'm not very good.
I get so jealous of my musically talented friends.
One of my best friends Greta is an amazing guitarist.
Laura is a singer, Emma's a bassist, Mary and Anna the drummers...
I'd give anything to be like them.
I'm sure if I picked up a guitar and really gave time to learn it, I could pick it up pretty quickly.
Too bad that if I even tried to squeeze one more thing into my schedule I would crack under the stress (I'm amazed that I haven't already).
I don't know where I'm going with this blog; it doesn't really seem to have a point to it but that's alright. Moral of the story is I less than three music. (:





if you didn't get the less than three thing it means this: <3

part of narrative that needs help. (:

Okay. So overall, my narrative is pretty weak, but here's the part that needs the most help.
I'm trying to transition from one part of the piece to another and it's not going very well.

"Finding the answers to my questions was a long and strenuous process, one that I'm still going through rigfht now. The first memory I have of really getting answers was when I was four. I was half asleep, but I still remember it vividly..."

HELP!