So for the last few days i have been in Athens, Ohio at a journalism camp that i found online. Its pretty cool and I've met some pretty awesome people. we attend tons for workshops from the type of journalism that we might like to go into. I think we got like five lecture groups to choose from. The first day went really well, we learned a lot and were able to grasp new concepts about topics that might have never considered. The second day did not at all go well. It started off kinda drab because most of us had stayed up to late the night before, so we lacked sleep to keep us on the move and alert. Then if that wasnt bad enough, there was a bad stom that cause the power to go off on the entire campus. While to power was out the instructors isolated us to hallway, keep in mind that its about 90 of us here. No AC so the hall got hot pretty quickly. Noticing that it was way too hot, the instuctors divided us into groups and assigned us rooms to work on projects that were intended to help us become better interviewers and reporters. With it being dark it was kinda difficult. last night was Pretty awesome though lol No Comment. But yeah today most of the day the power has been going on and off.
6.30.2012
6.26.2012
Lust and Aggression
To the rhythm..., so deep in the motion that coexisting is all there is,
caressing my anatomy and tracing my silhouette with your hands,
I lean in and you extend your presence as a present to give to only me.
As it seems sinful we relax, allowing our emotions to vanish into the abyss we call our hearts, while we secretly watch them become necessities for life.
Me needing you and you needing me, our relationship flourishes into a demonic creature called Lust and Aggression.
We nourish this entity every moment we are in contact with one another, filling our feelings with feelings that we promise ourselves that we wont take too seriously.
Feelings that we are not sure of, and ones that are unexplainable to even ourselves, we are so young and naive to think that love can harmonize in us... as something real.
We fall back to give room, to breathe, and allow our fears to flee our minds,
so that when we return, good as new,... our Lust and Aggression can grow into the monstrosity that its meant to be so that we can be happy.
We will grow apart but the creature we committed to, will live on forever in us as a burden on our shoulders reminding us of each other and the time we spent creating it.
caressing my anatomy and tracing my silhouette with your hands,
I lean in and you extend your presence as a present to give to only me.
As it seems sinful we relax, allowing our emotions to vanish into the abyss we call our hearts, while we secretly watch them become necessities for life.
Me needing you and you needing me, our relationship flourishes into a demonic creature called Lust and Aggression.
We nourish this entity every moment we are in contact with one another, filling our feelings with feelings that we promise ourselves that we wont take too seriously.
Feelings that we are not sure of, and ones that are unexplainable to even ourselves, we are so young and naive to think that love can harmonize in us... as something real.
We fall back to give room, to breathe, and allow our fears to flee our minds,
so that when we return, good as new,... our Lust and Aggression can grow into the monstrosity that its meant to be so that we can be happy.
We will grow apart but the creature we committed to, will live on forever in us as a burden on our shoulders reminding us of each other and the time we spent creating it.
6.25.2012
Things Happen
Dear Life,
I wont say that I'm back because I'm not so sure yet. It's just one of those times when my mind is pumping with adrenalin and I just have to put my emotions into words. Someone told me to write, and I can admit that I brushed them off and gave them no credit for trying to help me out, but now I think I'm willing to accept that simple advice. There is so much to tell you but I'm not gonna say a word about it. Its time to start from scratch and to replenish my mind with a new type of creativity and brilliance. I'm so satisfied and not ashamed of who I am. I think that was just something I needed to hear myself say. I love me..., but that arrogant, cocky, I'm the shit type of love, but the kind that says I'm worth it. "It" being something good and worth having... I could write about so much right now but honestly at this moment I'm just so happy to be back here, in this chair, at this desk, fingertips pleasantly meeting the keyboard again. I'm not at all sure who to give credit for getting me back here, but this is undoubtedly where I belong. To write is my air, and to exhale is to be understood. I'm exhaling now because for once in a long ass time I feel like I'm being heard and understood all at once. Without reason I'm at peace, I hear people say its better to have joy than happiness, I see why. Not everyone gets to experience it, I'm grateful that my words flow like rivers from my mind and drip onto my tongue as I speak. That sounded nice depending on how you read it. I really have nothing to say but thanks for waiting on me and allowing me to return no questions asked...
London
I wont say that I'm back because I'm not so sure yet. It's just one of those times when my mind is pumping with adrenalin and I just have to put my emotions into words. Someone told me to write, and I can admit that I brushed them off and gave them no credit for trying to help me out, but now I think I'm willing to accept that simple advice. There is so much to tell you but I'm not gonna say a word about it. Its time to start from scratch and to replenish my mind with a new type of creativity and brilliance. I'm so satisfied and not ashamed of who I am. I think that was just something I needed to hear myself say. I love me..., but that arrogant, cocky, I'm the shit type of love, but the kind that says I'm worth it. "It" being something good and worth having... I could write about so much right now but honestly at this moment I'm just so happy to be back here, in this chair, at this desk, fingertips pleasantly meeting the keyboard again. I'm not at all sure who to give credit for getting me back here, but this is undoubtedly where I belong. To write is my air, and to exhale is to be understood. I'm exhaling now because for once in a long ass time I feel like I'm being heard and understood all at once. Without reason I'm at peace, I hear people say its better to have joy than happiness, I see why. Not everyone gets to experience it, I'm grateful that my words flow like rivers from my mind and drip onto my tongue as I speak. That sounded nice depending on how you read it. I really have nothing to say but thanks for waiting on me and allowing me to return no questions asked...
London
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