books

the reading resolution

August 14, 2016

    As someone who loves to write, I've come to learn that being someone who loves to read is just as important. A very important thing I've been completely slacking on. That’s why I made this goal one of my resolutions of 2016, to read at least 30 books. This goal would hopefully not only be my venturing in the literary world and learning through the words of others who share the same passion, but also a return to my childhood and how I used to read. I was such an avid reader as a (younger) kid. In the time before I had any responsibilities I could blow through books like this. A 300 page book? I think that could have lasted me 3 days tops. I was a raging bibliophile waiting for that next hit of a book. If you needed a review on a book before picking it up just ask me, I had read it.

But, as I got older this lightning pace of reading dwindled. It wasn’t because my love of reading had dwindled, or books had become less amazing - although they did go through a woeful dystopian era which got old as fast as it came on. I just didn’t have the time anymore. I had things like homework, and chores, and practices, and friends to spend time with. And when I wasn’t of doing these thing,s my activity of choice was usually something mind numbing.

Really mind numbing.

After a long day of being here and doing this, that, and whatever, I just wanted to chill. That’s where you can find yourself in a social media, or tv or netflix hole. Its never good. I was in a place where my list of books I wanted to read was getting longer and longer, but the last book I had read was a class assignment.

Ridiculous.

This year I set a goal, and through this goal I have rekindled the love I let so easily get overshadowed and I’m left entirely dumbfounded. I’ve dug myself into the lives, and stories, and characters of so many books and I’ve been enamored with the journey. Not only have I learned about my writing style, but I’ve learned what I like to read, new words, and new ways to percieve the world around me into something beautiful to tuck into my writing. Since I’ve loved these books I can’t help but hope these books will affect someone else in even just a touch of the same way they’ve affected me, so without further from me this is my literary experience of 2016 (so far) summed up.
{Books of 2016}






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poem

maybe...

June 28, 2016



maybe when I'm old and cynical I'll understand.
for now I see through new eyes,
hazy eyes, dreamy eyes,
eyes that see possibility, that see opportunity,
eyes that sugar coat life,
eyes that pull hope from every possible caveat,
a privilege only youth can give,
maybe when I'm old and cynical I'll understand passion.
my mind will have drive,
understand the drive, crave the drive,
my mind will invent ways upon ways to fulfill its purpose,
this ripe passion will consume my heart, my mind my soul, my being,
maybe when I'm old and cynical I'll understand sparks.
this skin will feel electricity,
raw emotion flitting on its surface,
every combination these colors of the mind display themselves as,
I'll understand instant connections,
slow detachment,
and dead ends,
maybe when I'm old and cynical I'll understand love.
this heart will swell to compact love to its highest capacity
this heart will give, and give, and give,
and hopefully revive,
hopefully receive that reciprocal love it deserves,
maybe when I'm old and cynical I'll understand the longing.
these eyes will know time and waiting,
they'll know watching and wishing,
eyes that will hope beyond hope for the impossible,
eyes that know subconsciously that it can't be,
maybe when I'm old and cynical I'll understand loss.
these ears will know voices that no longer come around,
they'll hear favorite words, favorite conversations, favorite laughs,
they'll hear lost words,
words unsaid, words thought, words implied,
words that could've changed the course of events,
words that should've changed history
my history,
maybe when I'm old and cynical I'll understand death.
a spectacle to the human eyes,
the absence of the life so long craved,
the abstract concept of a soul free of its housing,
my heart, my eyes, my ears, my skin, my nose,
will witness the finality of the subject,
the faithful shadow waiting and watching for the Time.
-Mary-
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nyc day two

June 20, 2016

Today was an even slower paced, drizzly day here in NYC.
 (how I love that, here in NYC)
We canceled all plans, and used the day to wander the city, really. We went down to the Empire State Building,then just ambled around Fifth and Sixth Avenue shopping.
Way too expensive, but aesthetically pleasing store on fifth avenue.
In our wandering we were able to find Grand Central Station, and from a little turn left we were heading down towards the New York Public Library with these gorgeous golden tiles to lead the way.




The New York Library was beautiful to say the least. It felt equal parts museum, equal parts library which made me fall so deeply in love with the building.


Our next and last stop of the day was  Central Park. Although it was a walk, it was worth it to see that much green in the heart of the grey giant that is New York.
My favorite thing about the city would have to be the buildings. Although there are seemingly (and quite probably) thousands of buildings, not one of them is exactly alike. In a concrete maze that would make it all too easy to paint every building the same shade of monotonous, every building manages to be entirely its own.  Each has its own aura, a character, even its own personality to shine light on their own little hunk of New York.



Here's to New Yorkers.

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