A picture can say a thousand words. A thousand words can paint a masterpiece.
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Meaning
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
The Enemy Is of the Essence
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Fluff
Monday, September 15, 2014
Silent Music
Tuesday, September 2, 2014
I'm Lucky
That moment. What was it? There was something about that moment that will forever linger in my mind, in my heart. I'm starting to believe it was magic. Yes, magic. That must've been what it was. And is.
There's something about you—and I know that sounds cliché, but it's true—that draws me to you. And something tells me that the feeling I'm feeling is reciprocated. There is this balance in my life that I had once lost and you have restored. But you've gone beyond restoring it. You have built to what it never was or could've been without our meeting.
Lord, I sound like such a sap; such a romantic. I suppose I am.
I love how we can coax a smile from each other. I love how we can be kids and not worry about growing up. And yet, I love how we see a real world around us. We see a real world around us but we are surrounded by fantasy. (That's hard to interpret. I just liked the sound of it.) I love how we hold each other and it feels more natural than breathing.
I'm lucky.
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Too Close
Maybe it's a combination of problems that has me so overwhelmed. Maybe there are no problems and that, in itself, is a problem. Oh, gosh. I don't know. I'm stuck in neutral, but I want to drive. I want to leave my past in the dust. Yet, I want to sit in my car with the windows down and listen to the frogs and crickets that kept me awake in my bed night after night from my earliest years until now.
Ugh. Then again, I've always been sheltered and given boundaries. Sometimes I didn't need boundaries because I wasn't even given the space for them. And now? Now I can taste life outside my little Rapunzel tower. No. I can smell it. That's the problem. It's so close. Too close.
Sunday, August 3, 2014
And So It Goes
I'll try my best.
I should've known better. I should've put two and two together and got forever. Okay, not forever. I'm just being melodramatic. But the truth is, I shouldn't have sabotaged my own happiness. Is it the human condition? No, I think it's just my crappy condition. It'll work out, though. Won't it? It always seems to. And if it doesn't, then what? Then, whatever. The Lord may have giveth you, but I hath pusheth away. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Who knew that by getting closer you can push someone so far away?
How much do I invest?
Well, I think I invested a little too much and the market crashed. Or, at least, is in a recession.
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Hesitation
How untimely. How perfectly imperfect that I meet such a person as he. And while I act indifferently towards the future, beneath my confident and rational facade, I'm just as unsure about this as I am about the greatest perplexities of mankind. His call to acknowledge reality is resoundingly mature and perhaps too unpalatable for my naiveté. I still insist that I have erupted from that adolescent perception of love that made me once a fool, but I fear a regression. I fear a change too irreversible for a love with no antidote.
Monday, July 7, 2014
That Special Way
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
1997
Saturday, June 7, 2014
And Just Like Magic...
When I say magic, I mean love.
Sometimes magic can be abused. Sometimes it can be startling. Sometimes it can be just what the doctor ordered. Sometimes it can be, well, magical.
And Just Like Magic
And,
Just like magic,
Love comes as a surprise.
And sometimes,
Sometimes,
It's a sunrise;
Soft,
Sweet,
Warm,
New.
As it rises,
You see the rays,
Like the sparks of a first meeting;
Exciting
And enrapturing.
And as the sun glides
Across the sky,
Your world is made warm–
Sometimes hot,
Heated by passion.
Then,
The sun begins to set.
It begins to descend
Into the scheme of forever–
That endless cycle
Of never-ending sunrises and sunsets.
And so,
Even though in the darkness we are left in,
We cannot see tomorrow,
We know it will come
And that the night is darkest
Just before the sun rises.
And the sun is set;
Set on its course.
A display of magic
That never ceases to amaze,
As it never fails to reign.
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
The Boy Who Couldn't Laugh
After many years, the village was cloaked in an aura of sadness. The people pleaded with the boy to break his spells, but he refused.
One day, a stranger entered the village. The stranger was a young girl of seventeen years who carried a mirror in her hand. Upon realizing that something was eerily different about this village, she asked a woman what was wrong.
“There is a young man that has silenced our laughter with magic,” she said. The young girl cocked her head in befuddlement.
“But why?”
“Because he cannot laugh himself,” was the reply. Then, the young girl began to laugh. She couldn’t stop.
“How ridiculous and impossible,” she thought.
From the window of his cottage, the young sorcerer saw the girl laughing. In a rage, he stormed out of his home and approached her. In an instant, his hand was raised to the girl, ready to cast his spell. Sparks shot out of his hand and through the air. From behind her back, the girl pulled out her mirror and faced it towards the man.
Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash.
The young girl, still laughing, stood there and watched the sorcerer as he came near. Hesitantly, he peered into the mirror. It was then when he began to laugh. In the mirror, he saw a man with milk-white skin, a bright, red nose, and blue ellipses over his eyelids.
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
And Now Here I Am, The Fool
You make me wanna set a stampede of buffalo on you
Like in The Lion King, you'd stumble as they'd hustle you
And you'd scream, but the stomping would muffle you
And I'd be sitting in a bungalow eating a chocolate truffle, ohhhhh
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Zero
He brushed his teeth three times a day, every day. He used to count his brushstrokes. Now, he starts to count, then forgets what he is counting. Sometimes he keeps counting because he thinks it will lead him back to where he started. But most times he stops. When he stops, he looks in the mirror. Then, he starts to cry.
Today, he doesn’t stop. One, two, three… broken vase, then small, triangular darkness, footsteps above… seven, eight, nine… spinning, then hard, cold, flat… thirteen, fourteen, fifteen… first, kiss, scream… nineteen, twenty, twenty-one… wet, cold, deafening, corpses… twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven… a woman, ring, sobbing, asking, wanting, wondering… thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three… black, dirt, stone… thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine… bedtime, stories, teddy… forty-three, forty-four, forty-five… lost, police, worry… forty-nine, fifty, fifty-one… cap, diploma… fifty-five, fifty-six, fifty-seven… breath, gasp, sweat, chest… sixty-one, sixty-two, sixty-three… humidity, hot, ocean… sixty-seven, sixty-eight, sixty-nine… visit, greeting cards, toys… seventy-three, seventy-four, seventy-five… stranger, intruder… seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one… “Who are you and where am I…?”
...seventy-eight, seventy-seven, seventy-six… tree, car, thunderstorm, typewriter… seventy-two, seventy-one, seventy… white, bed, gala, garden… sixty-six, sixty-five, sixty-four… Bingo, Olympics, walking… sixty, fifty-nine, fifty-eight… dinner, evening, girlfriend… fifty-four, fifty-three, fifty-two… wedding, family, spring… forty-eight, forty-seven, forty-six… bottle, then spinning, skidding, crash, court, help… forty-two, forty-one, forty… late, coffee, office, meeting, fired… thirty-six, thirty-five, thirty-four… flowers, then nightmares, brave, tissue, smile, diaper… thirty, twenty-nine, twenty-eight… therapy, past, cleanse, anniversary, hesitation, comfort, conception… twenty-four, twenty-three, twenty-two… interview, schedule, hired, productive, city… eighteen, seventeen, sixteen… test, then failure, a want to escape, a lie, the army… twelve, eleven, ten… a mother, mine, gone, alone, defenseless… six, five, four… a man in white, hands, covering my mouth, kicking, touching, crying… zero.
Thursday, April 24, 2014
A Grand Generation
Only a couple of weeks ago, she was suffering from an unknown problem that made her very sleepy. She was unable to stay awake and it seemed as though she wouldn't be able to pull through; but she did. Then, today, for some strange reason—a riddle as old as time itself—she went to Heaven.
Maybe she missed Grandpa. Now she is an angel; at least, an angel in a different place, a better place. She is sitting next to Grandpa, hand in hand, making her friends laugh while God makes us cry. Yet, we are lucky; for her own laughter forever echoes in our hearts and her smile is stamped on our souls.
And now, four beautiful souls that touched my life like no others are together in Heaven. They are the grand generation, in every sense of the word.
I love you, Grandpa and Grandma Stevenson. I love you, Grandpa and Grandma Vuozzo. I love you. I love you. I love you. Ti amo.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Cookies
I am in very good spirits today. I had a splendid workout this morning and have stuck to my healthy diet (oh, wow, one day). Anyways, in all of this cheer, I want to bake cookies. Yes, right after I mention how I am being all healthy, I have a desire to not be healthy. What a predicament I am in. Oh, well. I suppose I'll just get by on tea and a good time. That reminds me; I wrote a song and some of the lyrics were, "We'll get by, on love and wine." It's funny because I don't drink wine.
Where was I? Oh, yes. Cookies. I'll battle it out. If I make them, then I can only have a couple and maybe it'll do me some good to exercise my will-power. Then again, if I don't make them, that is also exercising my will-power. Blahhhhh.
Monday, April 21, 2014
Weight Off My Shoulders (And Everywhere Else on My Body)
I once tried this diet plan and let me tell you: It works. Of course, I wasn't going as hardcore as they suggested, but I wasn't in a hurry to lose ten pounds in a week. Seriously, though. Now that Easter is over, I don't have any holidays to get in my way and mess with my self-control.
http://voices.yahoo.com/bikini-emergency-lose-10-pounds-week-6224706.html
I don't have that much on my plate anymore with school winding down so I'll be able to exercise much more. It's a good time of year to buy fresh produce so I won't have an excuse for eating unhealthy, processed foods. The weather is nice so I can't say that it's too cold to run or be outside. Just with those things in mind, I think I'm in a good place. However, we all know that we make these decisions and then we counter them. Well, I'm going to do my best not to. So, if it's not too much trouble, comment whenever you feel inclined. Thank you.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Country Music (Don't Ignore This Just Because You're Not a Fan Because You Might Gain Some Respect For It)
Country music speaks for itself. What does the word "country" mean? It means "the people of a nation". Country music is music about the people of a nation. Now, while there are some people who don't comprehend this (ethnicity is not the same as nationality or nation of citizenship), it cannot be disputed that Americans share a set of core values: family, friendship, and the love that those two things encompass. That's what country music is all about. It's about life in its purest form.
Some songs talk about squirrels ("Country Girl" by Luke Bryan), some about wine ("Strawberry Wine" by Deana Carter), some about trucks (too many to pick one), and even more about beer (obviously). These are just symbols of family, friends, and love.
Squirrels seem a bit ambiguous, but, when you think about it, and this may be a tad absurd, squirrels are a common part of life (at least, for me and for most people in the Northeast). That's a symbol of stability and, the more obvious symbol, silliness.
Then, we have wine. Wine is characteristic of people. Wine is deep. Wine is alive and laid-back. Wine is sweet and bitter; strawberry wine is bittersweet. So, maybe, wine is more a symbol of life because we all know it isn't always sweet.
Trucks and beer... now, those aren't exactly symbols, but the songs that they are written into are stories about life. We all have those. Trucks and beer seem to characterize a lifestyle. We don't all have the same lifestyle, but we can relate to those that things that make us reminisce about our childhood or our first love or our people—those that make us who we are. Maybe the truck that Kip Moore talks about in a farmer's field with a girl in a red sundress is your grandma's Honda Civic in the movie theater parking-lot with a girl in UGG boots. But there was something about that night, something in the way that girl looked at you, that made you remember every detail of the whole evening. So, trucks and beer just might be what connect people to, well, people.
Maybe you don't drink a ton of beer or drive a pick-up truck, but the messages in country music are universal. Country music is about life and it's your challenge to translate someone else's story into your own. How much more enriching can music get?
Saturday, April 12, 2014
Vision Clouded by Your Smoke
Sunday, April 6, 2014
If You Ever Thought About Me...
I've thought about you every day. And today, I was overcome by a feeling. It was a moment of weakness, in one sense, and a moment of sense, in another sense. A sixth sense, if you will. It was the feeling that I couldn't keep you out anymore. So I opened the door a crack and you stuck your foot in the opening.
Even if this isn't something, it's everything. You know what I mean.
The next step will probably be harder and easier. I'll have to tell you that I'm sorry and I'll be lucky enough to talk to you, if I do.
Thank God for moments of weakness that make us stronger.
Sunday, March 30, 2014
The Transition
This year (so far) has been so wonderful. It makes me smile when I think about all of the beautiful people in my life. My days, because of them, consist of endless strings of laughter and a smile as constant as the stars. They all know who they are. One thing I should note is that, this year, I've made so many more friends and I'm very happy that I decided to immerse myself in so many different activities and events.
I've learned a lot about, well, everything. My teachers teach me formulas and dates, but, more than that, they teach me about life. I'm extremely blessed to know so many extraordinary people. They don't realize how influential they are in the lives of their students.
Then, I think about college. I'm going to get a roommate (ahhhhhh). I'm going to have demanding classes (good-bye, senioritis). I'm not going to have my mom nearby (gosh, what am I going to do when I need a hug?). But I'm going to meet new, interesting people. I'm going to go to new, interesting places. I'm going to learn new, interesting things. So, chances are, that I'll get by. After all, Mommy and Daddy are just a phone-call (or Skype-call) away.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
Photography
Ambiguity |
Behind the Left-Wing Curtain
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Ink and Water Collide |
Rehearsal |
Properties |
Fleeing With the Sun |
A Pig |
Upstate |
In My Youth |
Stage Presence |
Friday, March 7, 2014
I'm Trying to Come Up With a Clever Quote
Sunday, March 2, 2014
Poof
What in God's name is that supposed to mean? Do guys have some genetic love extinguisher in their hearts? Is it some involuntary thing that happens—extinguishing a flame? Why is it that one day everything is perfect and then the next thing you know the guy just says it's over with no other explanation than "I just lost it"? And then there's the good, old, faithful It's Not You, It's Me. Oh, c'mon, fellas. You can say that in hopes of sparing our feelings, but when you just get up and go without any notice, we're going to take it personally.
Four wonderful weeks and now you're gone. You're done. You "just lost it". And I've gained a feeling of helplessness because I have no idea what went wrong when everything felt so right. I wonder if I should have seen it coming. After all, this isn't the first time this has happened to me. At this point, I should just expect that when something—someone—appears too good to be true, it's because they are.
Was it something I said? Was it because we talked too much or too little? Was it that we never saw each other? Was it because I wrote you a song? Did that cross a line with you? Was it just me? Ugh.
You were so perfect. And I never felt the way I did—and kind of still do—about anyone before. I know that it'll be a long time before something comes along that is anything close to you. I keep kicking myself in the head for not using Gorilla Glue on you and I.
God. If you're reading this right now, I hope you're sad. No, I don't mean that. I just hope for the better and miss the best. Does that even make sense? I hope you're happy. When you find someone that is as perfect for you as you were for me, I hope you don't let her slip away. And if she does slip away, then maybe, just maybe, you'll understand what this is like for me.
Poof. I just found it.
Monday, February 17, 2014
Hands
Thursday, February 13, 2014
Water
Sunday, February 9, 2014
Yours and Mine
It, after all, brought you to me,
Thus catalyzing so many dreams of mine;
And if they come true,
Love will be my savior.
No; that is not so,
For you are my savior;
You save me from something;
Something that I know not of,
And will not, if dreams come true.
When I said that you and I were an impossibility,
I meant that I never thought
That this—you—existed, you see.
Without love, I never would've been blessed with this.
Without you, I never would've known what I would've missed.
But how fortunate am I
To name you as mine
From a distance of many miles.
Through it all, I am left with smiles;
Yours and mine;
Ours.
Honorable Honor
A Friend, Indeed
A Dream
For dreams whisper to me
And follow me.
Yet, they breathe life into me;
Such real life they build around me
And the cause be
That reality,
With you as a player
Upon its stage,
Performs a dream,
Though it is not fiction;
For to perform is to be,
And so, I concur,
I dwell within a dream.
War Fair
I often find
That such a disposition
Does, indeed, make
The armory
For a future fray;
A barrage
Composed
Of tales,
High
And
Low,
Some fueling
Passion for a foe,
But in the other game
Of fairness,
Passion for woe
Or passion to sow
Eros' seeds.
Caution;
Woe breeds weeds.
Do not abandon the field;
For if you do,
You partake in action
To yield his planters
And prevent the gardeners
From monitoring
Such ailed vegetation
That may suffocate
The rose,
Even with its thorns.
This battlefield;
What be it?
Friday, February 7, 2014
Philanthropics: Wait A Minute
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Philanthropics
I will admit that I am a pretty privileged American. I was fortunate enough to become part of a hard-working, knowledgeable, and loving family. Not only this, but I was blessed with a wide range of interests, partly due to my upbringing. Now a senior in high school, I must begin to plan out my life (much more daunting than it had seemed in the past). I’m lucky that college is an option; or am I?
Today, college is an area of doubt for many young people and their parents. For most, it costs so much and provides so little. Sometimes it provides nothing and takes all. That sounds like a rather backwards system to me. Perhaps that is a reason for my hesitation about entering an “institution of higher education”. Yet, I am acquainted with a number of individuals that have either of three, practically “sure thing” plans: coming from a privileged background, having connections, and being the absolute best.
Recently, I've made some connections with students studying at private high schools. When discussing our future plans (college, especially), they nonchalantly named off the schools they are focused on: Harvard, Dartmouth, Brown, Yale, Princeton, Duke, MIT, Columbia, Stanford, etc. I thought to myself, “That’s attainable for them; very much so. Those aren’t their dream schools. They are reality.” As we continued to talk about test scores and college preparation I realized something: private schools aren’t more expensive for no reason. Private schools offer everything that a public school offers, but at the highest level possible.
Private schools run off of money, and lots of it. They can afford the top educators in the world, the top coaches in the world, and the top opportunities. What I mean by that is private school is a master key for every door imaginable.
One of my friends entered private school based on outstanding academic achievement and another because of his extraordinary athletic performance. Both attend school on partial scholarships, but suddenly, they are in an environment where the future isn’t something to worry about. Clearly, they both deserved to get where they are, but I envy that they had that opportunity because there are millions of young people with the same aspirations and not nearly enough resources to fulfill them.
I don’t mean to make the assumption that Ivy League schools aren’t a possibility for a public school student, but here is the undeniable reality: If you’re aiming for Harvard, you’re much closer to getting there starting from a place listed in Forbes under “America's Best Prep Schools” than if you’re starting from your average public high school. There’s no disputing that.
Private schools need to be more reachable for more students. They need to be more accessible. However, the fuel for private schools is money. If we want to give more students the opportunity to experience the best that can be offered, then we need to have people willing to make the necessary sacrifices. For some, such sacrifices are investments in the future; in the new generation.
The Giving Pledge is a group of billionaires that make those type of sacrifices for the good society. Upon joining the club, they pledge at least half of their fortunes to go to charities either within their lifetime or in their will. It is this type of philanthropy that makes impossibilities possible.
Maybe, then, contributing to the education system would reap the most benefits. As we combat global issues like disease, climate change, and world hunger, we should raise our children to become not only educated individuals, but capable ones, given the tools to continue the legacies left by people like Bill and Melinda Gates. I propose the following: a collection of capital from philanthropists (and let’s especially consider elite economists) that is put towards two objectives: the creation of private elementary institutions that are tuition-free and the distribution of money to students that deserve the benefits that private schooling offers.
Societal changes begin with society. The “More the Merrier” theory can really advance the education system and overall economy of this nation. It can even extend beyond our nation’s classrooms and continue to fight against, and even extinguish, the worst of the world’s problems.
Starting at a young age, students should be encouraged to participate in scholarship programs for private schooling by thinking outside the box and discovering what it is they love to do most. We should make top notch facilities and programs available to the masses, especially those that are dedicated to changing the world in ways we never thought possible. We need to put our faith in the new generation, by giving them hope.
phil·an·throp·ics (n) the economics of philanthropy; the economic repercussions of contributing to society often as a result of donating large sums of money
Thank you for reading this article. I encourage you to take a look at the following webpages:
https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1FjW0VUZkGxGitMmeFJP_6vvGMGfDHfGfq7Jkc9k4gqw/edit?pli=1#slide=id.g2ad341316_075
http://givingpledge.org/
Monday, February 3, 2014
Distancing
I worry. It's inevitable. But the distinction is that my worry doesn't blockade my love, nor yours. What does, however, impede the full extent of our love, is distance. That is not to say that I can't love you from thousands of miles away, if that were the case, but it yields the thought that maybe the distance can become a mindset, distancing you from me.
Thursday, January 16, 2014
I Made a Cover
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHSny5qVn7k