A Day For Valiance

Who do the lonely love?

Where do they hide their hearts?
When to they reach the wall?
When do they fall apart?
Will love be drawn?
What's in all this pain?
Does it live alone?
Is it an elusive gain?
A day for nothing?
Another hour passed?
How much time is left?
More than the lost can last.

Oh, what's this I'm on? Looks like.. yep, it's a bandwagon.

Username:

BooderMcDoo

Why did you pick it?:

I have no idea how I came up with it. Something I randomly made up for AIM.

Who did you first subscribe to?:

tubopopcorn. I actually made my account solely to subscribe to the channel.

Who did you most recently subscribe to?:

Dayviideo

What does your last text message say?:

"i wasnt planning on coming home until saturday anyway."

Do you have any goals?:

Lose more weight. Get to 1000 subs this year. Go to another YT gathering.

What was the last thing you bought?:

Milk, cran-grape juice, wheat thins and a few other random gorceries.

Describe the person who posted this using one line?:

Several peoples around the interwebz.

Are you excited about anything?:

There is something but lately I've been forgetting the source of my excitement.

Do you have a crush?

Yes, yes I do.

Have you ever been drunk?:

No sir I have not.

Who was the first Youtube you met in real life?:

drakesizzle, my boy!

Who was the last Youtuber you met in real life?:

I think maybe caithead?

Do you pefer day or night?:

I'd probably go with nighttime.

Are you a member of any collab channels?:

A former member of two: 7ppl (what a treat that was) and TheLifeRefresh (that one just kinda died out)

Do you have a secret account?:

Yes I do. I think there are only two people that know about it. Haven't put a video on there in a while, though.

Do you believe in God?:

I talk to Him everyday.

Which youtuber do you talk to the most?:

nanalew and the former emmers77 (now filmdekrentz)

Which Youtuber do you think makes the best videos?:

In my opinion, waverlyflams is very consistent and I love that. Them or collegehumor.

You may only subscrie to 5 channels and only watch their videos. who will they be?:

drakesizzle
nanalew
collegehumor
waverlyflams
wheezywaiter

Are you in a relationship?:

Nope.

would you date a smoker?:

Nope.

Where is your favourite place?:

Recent memory tells me to say Huntington Beach but I debate between that and the Haaj house where all my buddies live and where I hang every weekend.

Are you a happy person?:

Tired but happy.

Would you kiss the person who posted this?:

There's more than one and I am no serial kisser.

What would you take to the desert island? :

Plenty of food, a lot of books I've wanted to read, music and Les Stroud

Do you prefer sun or snow?:

Half and half.

Who did you last speak to on the phone?

The auto repair shop lady.

Who did you last text?:

The Moms.

What are you doing tommorow?:

One class and then work.

What is your favourite flavour of potato chips?:

I likes them regular style.

What size are your feet?:

11

What do you want?:

Some clarity and someone for Valentine's.

What do you need?:

To not be lazy and do what I know to do.

What do you remember?:

I remember my bike is broken and I have to walk to class tomorrow =(

What do you wish?:

I wish I were rich and didn't have to deal with school.

Confess:

I'm a very insecure person about the things I do and the relationships I have. There's something for ya.

Honesty. Do you want people to anonymously post what they REALLY Think of you ?
Hit me with it! I'm game.

Well Now

I'm a bit disappointed in myself. Since the end of nanowrimo I haven't written a thing on any of my stories. Today I read through what I had written on Spirit of the Lost, the novel I started for nano, and it made me really want to write more on it. I don't know why I can't motivate myself to write. I have the story all laid out and I have every event in the story planned in sequence (except for one small part) but I never make myself sit down and write it. If I were to just sit down and write for 2 hours I would get so much done.

Anywho, doneskis with that part for now. On to something new.

Ummm.... Not sure what else I want to write about now. Ooh, I've seen two really good movies recently. Slumdog Millionare and Taken are both really awesome movies. They're amazing and are now two of my favorites. Not much else in the life of me. I know I'm not too entertaining but hey, at least I know it.

Classes: meh
Job: cool
Weekends: revive me
Tomorrow: some hope

Here's a random picture for you all

Time To Be Normal

Conditional lies

Why compromise
A day of history
She has taken me
Bricks build and break
Words inspire and shake
A world of eyes
The voices rise
I sit surrounded
Alone and empty-handed
Remove me now
Drown it out
Conclude this story
No loss, no worry

Because

Ok here goes something written purely for the sake of having it documented somewhere. It’s not in response to anything anyone has said and it’s not born out of something that I’ve experienced recently. It’s about the meaning of my poetry in relation to my current state of mind or mood.

I began writing poems in English class my sophomore year of high school. I only wrote them because it was an assignment but I soon found poetry to be an outlet of expression for me. I started writing about some things going in my life that were confusing to me and very heavy at the time. This is where most of my early poetry came from; it was all based on the present moment. I wrote many, many poems over the same subject. Each poem was derived from a different event or moment or word that I experienced within the larger frame of a yearlong search- a search for something I never found. I could draw on the emotions I had at the time and pour those out onto paper in the form of my early poems. I became very good at using these emotions as fuel and I can still easily draw on these emotions of the past to write passionately in the present. I look at it as exercise. I worked out my “poetry muscles” early on and got them attuned to writing about one thing and I have still yet to forget how to write about it. I’ll occasionally come out and write about the past to exercise those muscles so I don’t get out of shape in writing.

So some of my writings will be about past events and do not reflect my current state of mind. I write about the familiar. I do write about my current feelings far more than the past. Sometimes I feel like I need to write but have nothing in the present potent enough to generate a writing so I will draw upon my reserves and write about the past. I’m sure this is what all writers do and I don’t think I’m some unique poet in that I do this; I just wanted to say it for its own sake. And since my poetry is posted on a blog, which is meant to be filled with current thoughts, views, events and whatnot, I felt I should say not all entries are directly related to my current state of mind… which is something I think you all might already know. Anywho, I just felt like writing this.

Air Ahead

We know it
A return to
Sweetness sleeps
Dreams defeat
Past retaken
No signs mistaken
Smiles reaching
Love teaching
Learn again
Together defend
Failure before
Damage restored
Relief to me
A step to free

California

22 Travel

Running from, chasing down
The sun reaching every town
Closing eyes, open lands
Begging love in gasping hands
Stepping out, changes grow
Days too short, I won't let go
Words more than their sake
Breaths held not to break
Hold again a thousand discomforts
A moment here brings all wonders



Flip Roll
You leave me closing out from spinning black
Beauty repeated
Death retreated
Coming to show a broken heart
No way this is for me
A chance begins, passion induced
I want to cry
Fall and scream
Believe me
I'm lost tonight

Down And Gone

Conquest for commanding's sake.
From then we drank of putrid mistakes.
Radiating out to call a father.
Taking an aim.
Firing.
Not her.
Cripple a leg, lose an eye.
Fight the good fight.
Fight til you die.
Cryptic picks of loosening lips.
Rebuilding a life amid harbored ships.

Cold and Confident

Final exams and icy roads. Every year that I have been in college it has snowed or iced over in the middle of finals week of the fall semester. I know it's not that weird but it never really starts to even get cold until finals week. I mean, it was 70 degrees last week and now the roads are frozen! Thank you, Oklahoma, for the lovely craziness you give us in our final weeks of torture. We all really appreciate it....

Summer's Fall, Winter's Spring

In it all I worked and labored to gain sight

I went to the car, sat in newborn light
Dread for hours I should be gone
Finish this up, fly through dawn
It kept me stable but left me lifeless
Those around bore my witness
Three returns later I fell into loss
The emotional strain was too much a cost
Slowing soon gave me back an eye
Forever I walk, to this I die

Turn A

Baby divide

Maybe we fall
Tonight we torture
Slightly secure
Join into days
Mourn separate ways
Caress the time
Best will hide
Court the reflex
Short in digest
Stride out
Find wrong
Different futures
Singular song

Moderation, Please

Why do I find myself lost in this situation, searching for ornamentations? It’s losing inside that I despise, falling short and embracing a worthless demise. Hold me together by the edge of my will. I understand that nothing is coming in spite of my everlastingly stubborn hope. Forging again some endless ties, fighting against leaking spies. Don’t attempt to abandon the post; I won't hold down the fort even in using everything I own. My time is wasted and more often, now, forgotten. I need to step onward lest I betray the words, the knowledge lent to me from those around. Where would I carry on if I could break a moment out of myself? Move away and examine the body inch-by-inch, day-by-day, flame-by-flame. The paper rain will always tear into my soul forever leaving me bloodless and wretched cold. I fall for foreign ties and lose my mind when I can see where I need to be. Mere words on a page birth tears in my heart sharing in a future that I am taking apart. I tangle myself with threads of certainty sewn into defiance. I look away, giving an ear to blackness, throwing out subtleties with an anti-delivery of intent. A mile, a yard, an inch away life will change. I yearn for this chance and I want the freshness to heal my bones, refuel my core and leave me helpless within the surrounding danger. Uninhibited and nonsubtle. Passionate and obsessive. Where will this lead? I haven’t a clue to tell. Why do I need? A mysterious something inside me dwells. Who will I plead? Losing my sight, locked in hell.