Posts tagged ‘war’

April 2, 2013

First Rain


These are absolutely the days that I thrive in. It’s finally the season where the snow has turned to rain and I couldn’t be any happier. There’s just something about a rainy day, the overcast skies, and the constant patter of the rain on the window that makes me feel in a place that is so distant from here. I close my eyes and I am instantly transported to a place that might as well be heaven, or something close to it anyways. These kinds of days are the ones that allow my mind to wander and think about things that I wouldn’t normally think of. And speaking of rain, here’s another poem that I found from high school about rain.

No. 5

The rain began to fall

He lay there, unmoving

Unable, bleeding, dying

The cool summer mist

Blanketed those, fallen and broken

As the rain fell

He thought of why he was there

The interests of others

With their pristine gloves

And their self-absorbed wants

The rain grew heavy

He could feel the anger building

It was not his fight

Although the rain was cool

The blood was warm

The tears grew heavy

He would go home soon

Vision blurring


Into blackness

He thought of her

One last time

As the rain washed away the pain

And remembered

Why he was here


And there you have it! Hopefully you enjoyed. These kinds of things are definitely harder to post, since they are of my own feelings (in a raw form), but I feel that it may be of better use here than in my notebook. You all have a great rest of your day :)

December 31, 2011

The Simple Days

Every once in a while, I’ll have a dream. A really peaceful dream actually. I’m in a field, some sort of pasture and I’m free to run. Run forever and ever without a care in the world because there are no worries. The sun is bright, the clouds are high, the field is green. I could feel the cool air brush on my face as I’m running. Flowing through my hair and my clothes. Very surreal. I almost feel like I’ve been in a place like this before. But I never have.

Then I wake up and in an instant…everything is gone. I find myself facing another day, mostly of the same routines. I sometimes wish that I could fall back asleep and go back to that haven. That safe place where the monotony of this world is broken. But I can’t and I have to bring myself to wake up. I have to realize that maybe there isn’t a place like that. No where close to me anyways…

Hard to believe that another year is coming to a close. The Christmas tree in our living room is dim. The presents there no more. To be honest, I didn’t really feel a Christmas cheer this year. I feel like it’s just used as more of a marketing tool for many corporations to sell their products. It just feels like it lost that magic that made it such a special day. I remember when I was a few years younger the weeks leading up to Christmas would feel like I was in limbo. Christmas couldn’t just get here any faster! But this year, it just felt like another ordinary day…is this how adults feel about the holidays?

I was able to see War Horse today. And it was actually a touching story. Really enjoyed it. And I’m not really a fan of a boy-that-falls-in-love-with-an-animal type of story either. Looking a little past the story, I realized that before all of this technology that things used to be good and innocent. Everything was so much more pure. People were more open, more friendly. You could look into someone’s eyes and they would look back at you and smile.

Another show/movie that I watched recently was 5 Centimeters Per Second. I wanted to mention this one because reminiscing about life before computers and cell phones made me remember this gem of a story. The movie, in brief, is about this boy and a girl that are unable to share their feelings for each other. They eventually grow up and follow their own paths, but this movie was freaking heartbreaking. I was basically shouting at my computer the whole time for them just to admit their feelings for each other. And you know, I actually might have shed a few tears at the end. Or it could’ve been my contact solution. Yea, it was definitely the solution.

But absolutely stunning plot and visuals for both movies. But the point is that life before seemed to be more carefree. I don’t yet know if it’s just me growing up and moving away from the comforts of being just a kid or if it might be just the times. The internet may connect the globe, but does it connect hearts? I feel as if genuine kindness of the heart is harder to come by these days…but I’m not saying that it’s gone. You just have to search deeper, I guess.

Anyways, its officially New Years Eve now and I just wanted to get that off my mind. I don’t really mind if no one reads what I write. I just feel that it is soothing maybe even stress relieving to lay down what’s really on my mind every once in a while. So if you’ve happened to make it down this far, I thank you and I want to wish you a Happy New Year! New year, new beginnings right?

December 4, 2011


Alright, so I just got back playing broomball for the first time in my life. And boy, was it an experience. I feel like my body is just shattered.

Now broomball is a very simple game. All you have to do is get a ball into a goal using a stick. It’s 10 on 10 and all of this is played on ice. What separates this from hockey is that you just wear your regular shoes and also that it’s way cheaper.

Now it would have been pretty fun, except the guys that we played took it way too seriously. I walked onto that field expecting a rather friendly match between two rival organizations, but what I got what nothing short of bloodshed. I was instantly transported to an icy battlefield where mercy was granted only to the dead.

First off, I couldn’t even get anywhere since the shoes that I was wearing had no traction whatsoever. So after nearly breaking my hip on the ice (and this happened multiple times), I got up to find myself with the ball (wow) with only a matter of time before I got swarmed/murdered by the other team. And this brutality continued on for the next hour.

I started to get the hang of moving around on the ice without falling too much, but then the ice started to melt. So basically I got to slide around on the ice while doing really cool flips and smashing my tailbone/knees/butt into the ice. We ended up losing 4 -1 and usually I’m a pretty good sport…but after being thrashed around for an hour by a rival organization (in AFROTC) who took it wayyyy too seriously, I ended up being so disappointed in myself. That I could lose to these eskimo, penguin-chum smelling wannabes that have nothing to do but brag about winning at such a pitiful, yet really fun sport.

Ok to be fair, they had numbers on us. They had just finished up their training just a few weeks ago so they had all of their new recruitees which bumped their number up to around 18. While us on the other hand had 13 super skilled yet tired people fielded. Ahhrgh, but whatever, there’s always next year right?

In the mean time, gonna need to get some ice *pffftt haha* for my bruises before I make my way into the corner and silently cry over my embarrassing performance today; I practically broke every single rule today…But how was I supposed to know?? They told me at the beginning “No rules, just make sure nobody dies” And nobody did. Except I was pretty close to, I’m sure. But no, these guys are all pretty much family to me. And it was a really good experience. And for a little family photo:

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