Saturday, June 30, 2012

Odd Ends of June: On Words, Pottermore, and Life in General

FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS: My sister and I have finally joined Pottermore (My Username: ThornStorm25936) and I have been sorted into Ravenclaw. Whoo! (Karlee is about to be sorted right now and I will tell you her House in a few seconds.) Currently, I’m having a bit of trouble in Potions.

SECOND ORDER OF BUSINESS: Despite my lack of blog posts for June, I actually did write a fair amount…mostly while bored during my summer classes. So, I’ve compiled everything that I never got around to posting before. Enjoy. =)


I cannot see with accuracy
                the future that lies in front of me.



By my standards, you are my friend
and one that I could not expel
or forsake—we are tied
by words and deliberation,
by loving for what we are.
And every day I love you more,
seeing and standing and sharing with you,
touching and clutching and holding you close,
finding the sense of being with you.
No force could ever tear me away.

That said, I’m leaving on a year-long trek
that I cannot prevent. But if I could,
I’d latch on to you with my finest grip
and see if they could part me from you.



I was nothing—I am sure
nothing is more than a dark void—
you were nothing—sandstone, dust—
dormant, patiently waiting your cue.



                I’ve had a bit of trouble with my voice lately. It seems when I write these days, I’ve become so accustomed to verse and rhythm that I can scarcely form sentences. And as a writer, there is a high expectancy to be versatile—judgment not just passed by the public, but myself as well. Sentences, paragraphs, and structure are building blocks—the very seed—of language.
                On the other hand, why limit the mind? Why tell your inspiration that it behaves too differently—that it is not original? The only hope to achieve originality is to look deep within and embrace what is there—not base your words off of the norm or expectations.
                Language, I’ve found, does not rest on particular structure. At its heart, it is built upon thought. What a glorious thing to possess! That, in itself, is a monumental achievement—so why try to quench it? What benefit would the world receive if they denied a musician his piano? What benefit would there be, therefore, if a citizen denied himself the tools for speech?
                Words are as essential to a man as water. Take away his water, and his mouth will increasingly run dry—slow at first, but it will eventually become unbearable. Confining words is just as torturous—as water affects the body, words dictate the mind. Without an outlet, without expression, one is essentially parched.
                The thing about thought, as people will deny (though cannot escape its truth), is that its structure is without. It comes in fragments, excitement, rumbles, cries, stutters, and breaks. All this only adds to its glorious, elegant existence—that, in its raw, primary state, is as untamable as it is inescapable.
                I have decided, furthermore, that I, as a writer, and as a human being, have the duty and honor in embracing speech as it comes to me, without the need to mutilate or distort words from their conception. I will not hold shame at the form that they come in—be it in paragraphs, verse, or fragments—but regard this as a privilege to be able to witness and explore. I will not mold my speech to resemble anyone other than myself; I will use it for its true purpose, which is to convey my innermost thoughts, feelings, and my desperate, confessing heart.

I wrote this during a lecture in Earth Science. Whether I was bored or just inspired, it seemed I had a lot to say at the moment.

POSTSCRIPT: Karlee has been sorted into Slytherin. Congrats, sister?


Friday, June 29, 2012

The Organ

I heard your voice bubble up
with tremendous pressure, and rush--escape
from within me to my fingertips,
my skin in such a violent tremble,
I could not bear it. The intensity
leaked through me, landed on the organ keys
with a strike of the chord, a jolt of existence,
and resonated--resonated bass from the pipes.
The church walls would not budge, but carried the sound 
to every corner, flooding the air
with music of my sorrow for you,
music of my love for you,
music of how I'm leaving soon--
echoing, echoing of how I'll miss you.
It's wearing on me--every nerve shown.
Every tendon and muscle exposed,
my heart pumping the bellows--not in my chest--
now within the air's atmosphere.

I was in Music Appreciation when I wrote this last week, listening this piece by Bach (Fugue in G minor) and thinking about how in just two months, I'll be living away from here. Away from home for the first time in my life.

Haven--my car--and my lovely home.
It's bittersweet, really. I'm ready to go forward. I'm ready to get away from my house. But I absolutely hate the thought of leaving behind the ones I love for so long.

Two months.


Friday, June 22, 2012

Swimming, Soaring

taken my freshman year of high school
You sail above with flying machines
like a god expanding power,
searching for a further reign
among the skies. And as you fly,
you peek below—and us, an anthill
of swarming, bothersome, powerless bugs.

I’ll match your skies with oceans and depth:
immerse myself in the salty sea,
weightless, carried, flying, free
to soar, explore, beneath the surface—
and peeking above—nothing but light
passing through like a kaleidoscope.

And as we fly in our separate ways,
my lungs run dry—gasp for breath—
inhale, engulf the liquid salt
as your air grows sweeter above the sea.
I cannot breathe—too dark to see—
to darkness I sink; to dreams you soar.


Edit Me--Week 25

Time for another Edit Me!


Took it to, then:

  • Cropped
  • Clone extra people out
  • Curves-->Velvia, I believe
  • Cross Process Blue, 70%
  • Little bit of Lomo
  • Little bit of "Dusk"
  • Bumped up Contrast just a little
I'm having a hard time saving this and uploading it with good quality and I'm not exactly sure why, but I hope it's not too bad.


Alrighty, back to watching How To Train Your Dragon. =)

Edit Me--Emily

Tuesday, June 19, 2012


Oh Symphony! My deformities
expose your name--existence of thought,
and you, you--you killed her--sought
out slaughter upon my dream and daughter,
killed before a breath or thought, her
name sounds back. And you--her father.


I heard this song on my way to school today. It's off of Snow Patrol's Falling Empire album.
It just sort of sparked some words out of me.


Monday, June 18, 2012

The Accolade

The Accolade by Edmund Blair Leighton

I am pleased to announce that I have decided to get baptized next Sunday. I've been wanting to do this for years, but it never felt like the right time when my church was having a Baptismal Sunday, but now I am certain. You see, I grew up in a Lutheran church and was baptized as a baby. I went to that church for most of my life, studying the Lutheran faith up until the start of high school, when I started instead going to the church I attend now, Fellowship of Free Will Baptist.

Now I wish to be baptized to symbolize my salvation through Christ--as a baby, I didn't have much say over anything. But now, I am saved and wish to live for God, so I think this baptism is more than appropriate.

I first saw this painting, or one very similar, inside the house of a friend. I was pondering it yesterday in my Appreciation of Music class, and wrote this poem.

My life is sworn, my loyalty sworn,
now I kneel before your sword
with my head bent low as you bestow
my knighthood and name so all my know
that I'll fight for you, I'll die for you,
I'll cross the land and waters for you
and carry your name across the terrain
as a testament that I became
a servant to my love for you--
take up my cross and follow you--

and by your Grace, I'll honor you.


On a completely separate note, Karlee and I have been listening to a lot of Taylor Swift lately, and she found this Harry Potter video to her song "Long Live." It's not bad, so I thought I'd share it.


Sunday, June 17, 2012

Jeremiah & Mikayla // Couple Portraits, part 2


If you remember, I took and edited this lovely pre-Prom photos for two of my favorite people ever last month. I never got around to posting the rest of them, so here they are. =)

Jeremiah is now off in basic training for the Marine Corps. Please keep him close and in your prayers, as well as his family and Mikayla. I know it's hard, being apart from someone close.








Did you miss me?


I know I've been absent, but I haven't been gone gone--I've just haven't had a lot of free time. I have two summer classes, and I'm leaving for school in the Fall, which means I literally only have three more paychecks until I'm unemployed. Thus, work. A lot of it. And the free time I do get has gone to spending time with Deacon, because being at college also means being apart from him.


Some movie/book updates: I saw Prometheus with Deacon yesterday and it was okay--made me want to watch the Alien that's been on my mind. I also bought The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings trilogy from Barnes & Noble, which I'm super excited about. I'm going to start reading The Hobbit once I'm done with Atonement (which, by the way, has not been any kind of disappointment). I want to read it before the movie  comes out in December. And speaking of movies coming out, there are a ton of movies coming out soon that I want to see, so keep your eyes open.

Some more not-so-important updates:

  • I bought a new purse off of yesterday, because I searched the entire mall for a new handbag but could not find one that I liked. So, I'll get you pictures of it when it comes in. =) 
  • I had the best scrambled eggs from Denny's on Thursday.
  • We got a new soda machine at LC that includes Dr. Pepper!
  • I've become strangely infatuated with the show Fact or Faked. It was getting a little out of hand, so I have stopped watching it recently for a little while.
  • Uh, I can't think of anything else.

I still have several things I need to get caught up on with posting. I'm so very sorry I've gotten so far behind.

Also, I'm watching Aladdin and I love Carpet. He's my favorite.

So long for now.



Monday, June 4, 2012


What is this gravity I see
between the sheets, the air, and me?
Your blood, I sense, runs through my veins,
twisting, turning, boiling--flames
and steam that charge the mist-filled air--
electricity catches with a snare
and reels them in--they clutch my skin
with fists and palms and vapor's grin--
they take from me my dignity,
but with my open-ended apathy,
I stand still. Do what they will,
for your power alone could before distill
this wretched rain--but you were slain
by misery's hand and I became
the attracted one; the earthly sun;
pulling everything, though possessing none
but your memory--your mighty name--
and I, the minuscule, rise up in shame.
They've taken me by gravity
and created in me a cavity
that desperately wishes to call something dear,
but when all draws closer, they soon disappear.

Just a poem that came to me a little while ago while taking a shower. I think it's been building up in my mind for awhile, searching for a way out.

Also, I just came from the movie Snow White and the Huntsman and it was pretty good. It also had a trailer for the new Les Miserables movie, which I'm really excited about.

Summer classes started today, and they were fine but I have a bit of homework to do now.