Hullo, I’m Not Dead…

Hello, followers!  I’m actually not dead.  Yeah, I know I haven’t posted in forever.  Sorry about that.  I’ve been gone for 19 days out of the country (originally, that was supposed to be 18 days, but airport and airplane problems happen…).  So getting back home was quite an adventure.  I got to sleep in the airport.  If anyone ever tells you that sleeping in the airport is fun (I don’t think anyone ever will, but just in case), they’re lying.  You don’t go to “bed” until 1 in the morning, get 4 hours of sleep at most, and wake up at 4 or 5 am, not to actually fly home until 6:45.  And then when you actually do arrive at your hometown airport, you find out that there was only one bag put on the plane, and that one bag isn’t yours.

But the trip was well worth the airport problems.  This was the trip of a lifetime, and God has blessed me immensely.  I learned so much on this trip, while having loads of fun at the same time.

1.  I learned that I love listening to British accents.  I may or may not be a too little obsessed with British accents.  But on a more serious note…

2.  I learned that life is all about the people.  Our “stuff” doesn’t matter.  Only the people matter.  When you look at someone, think of that’s person’s soul.  The only thing in this life that matters (besides God) is people.

3.  I learned that America, with all its problems, is still a wonderful place to live.  Multiple times on the trip, I heard people, “Ohh, you’re from America?  I’ve always wanted to go to America.”  America, despite all its issues, is still the “Land of the Free and the Home of the Brave.”  I’m so blessed to live here.

4.  I learned that no matter where you’re from, we can still be friends.  It’s really amazing that you can live across the OCEAN from a person a still be friends.  I now have friends in England and Japan.  I mean WOW!

5.  I learned that History (His-Story) is essential.  How are we supposed to be effective witnesses for Christ if we don’t know the beginning of the story?  How can we begin to understand our part in God’s story if we don’t know the beginning of the story?

6.  I learned that we are all created in God’s image.  Having friends all over the world really taught me this lesson, especially on this trip.  It doesn’t matter what’s different between you; only the similarities between you and others matter.  And the number one similarity is that everyone is created in God’s image.


But enough about the trip and my horrible blogging habits!  I’ve been reading and *clears throat* writing.  Yeah, my goals for the summer are nowhere near completed.  But at least that’s something.  I just finished Mansfield Park by Jane Austen and the NEWEST HARRY POTTER BOOK (Harry Potter and the Cursed Child)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And the good news doesn’t stop there.  I have a poem for you.  *happy dance*  Sometimes I need to be reminded why I write.  …Scratch that.  A LOT of times I need to be reminded why I write.  So that’s what I wrote this poem about.  Hope it’s encouraging to you, too! 🙂


Words of Life

Words are nothing,

Unless I make them something.

Words speak love or hate,

Bring people together or isolate.

Words hold the power,

To help people stand or cause them to cower.

Words force some into a hole of depression,

And leave them alone in this cruel condition.

Too many works of words

Speak death, hopelessness, and darkness.

They rip hearts to shreds,

Give nightmares in beds.

Where are the words of life and hope?

Who will write words of truth?

Who will bring life and hope to the youth?

I could write these words.

The words started coming to me,

They poured from my heart onto the page freely.

I can write these words.

My poems have become more numerous,

As I seek to write words that are luminous.

I WILL write these words.

Have I been called to spark,

The imaginations of those in the dark?

I accept the challenge to be a light to those hurting,

I WILL be the one who writes hope for those yearning.


Quote Challenge: Day 1

The lovely Zoe Wingfeather (check out her blog at recently tagged me for the Three Day Quote Challenge.  Of course, there are rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you (I am indebted to you forever, Zoe Wingfeather 😛 )
  • Nominate 3 new bloggers everyday
  • Post a new quote everyday for 3 consecutive days

So.  The quote.

JK Rowling quote

I love this quote! ❤ ❤ ❤  First of all, it’s so true.  Second, it’s by J. K. Rowling.  Third,……….see above reasons. 😉

I’m going to include a writing quote, too, because this is a writing blog.

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ {I told you in my bio that I like emojis.  You have been warned.}

And now, ladies and gentlemen, for the tagging of the other bloggers! *trumpets play*


Hannah A. Krynicki

Hope Ann at Writing in the Light


On another completely unrelated note, sorry I haven’t posted for a while!  I was at a camp all of last week.  God has been doing so many amazing things in my life lately, and I’d love to share them with you all in another post, but I don’t have time right now, unfortunately. Just one really quick thing: something that God has been teaching me lately is the importance of prayer.  I’d love to share what He’s taught me with all of you in another post sometime. 🙂

Anyway, that’s all folks (*in Porky Pig voice, of course*)!  I’ll be back tomorrow with another awesome quote.



Little Brothers

I wrote a poem recently (ish) about little brothers…

If you have any younger brothers, you can probably relate to this poem.  Enjoy!

Brother picture
This sums up my life. XD


When my little brother runs around,

I think I need a brother pound!

He steals my stuff and tears it up,

Is it time yet for his nap?

Next thing I know he’s shooting me,

With a gun in hand and kicking my knee.

Then he’s playing with figurines,

Killing them all with war machines.

When he’s finally done with that,

He runs outside and chickens scat.

Off somewhere to make more trouble,

He smashes rocks, creating rubble.

Then he finds a stick and pretends

That it’s a sword until it bends.

He’s back inside, racing through the door,

His next idea is mushing Play-Doh into the floor.

I try to tell him not to do that,

Immediately after I wish I hadn’t.

He’s so angry with me that he hits

Me as hard as he can with his little fist.

How can a little guy hit so hard?

I think for life my arm is marred.

He’s spanked for the fourth time that day,

“No spankings if you’re good,” I hear Mom say.

Ten spankings and he cries just a little,

So little, in fact, it’s actually pitiful.

I race upstairs to my room and find,

His name all over the wall is signed.

When I run back down to tell my mother,

There I find another bother.

The toilet is clogged in the bathroom,

And from his room I hear a BOOM!

When I clean up every mess,

I wonder how my day became a stress.

But on the couch I see my brother,

Listening to a book read by my mother.

I realize he’s not a monster after all,

And I don’t wish that he lived in a stall.

Even if you annoy me a bunch,

I love you so very much.


What about you?  Do you ever wish your brother lived in a stall (kidding)? 😛

Book Spine Poetry

Book Spine Poetry.  It’s really quite fun.  My sister and I arranged books in stacks to make different little…poems.  I got this idea from writefury. {Hint: GO CHECK OUT HER BLOG!  YOU’LL LOVE IT!}

Just because quotes are awesome.  And this one is about titles, so it’s kind of relevant.  Okay, it’s not relevant, but it’s true. 😛

This is loads of fun, so I’d encourage you all to try it, too.  Post your little Book Spine Poems in the comments!


Gathering blue,

Many waters,

Catching fire.

This is probably my favorite one. ❤

The abandoned,

The stranger at home,

Go set a watchman,

Seven days left.


Great expectations,

What happened to Tad,

The kill order.


A little princess,

Saved by love,

The basket of flowers.


North or be eaten!

The boy who never lost a chance,


The High King.


The dark is rising,

The children of Húrin,

Victory on the Walls.

This was so much fun!  Thanks writefury for telling me about Book Spine Poetry. 🙂  What was your favorite one?  Please comment below!


What Is Heaven Like?

If Jesus calls me home today,

I know, I’m sure that it’s okay.

If I go up to Heaven today,

I know the first thing I will say.

I will stand before the King,

All I will do is praise Him and sing,

“Holy, holy, praise the Lord!”

Admiration from my mouth will be poured.

Then Jesus, the mediator between God and man,

Will come down from the throne at God’s right hand.

He’ll come to me, and I’ll fall on my face,

Blinded His holiness, I’ll be in a daze.

But Jesus will take my hand,

He’ll pull me up and make me stand.

He’ll look me right in the eyes,

As if I’m special, His only prize.

He’ll embrace me and tell me,

“Your pain is over, and you’ll now be,

With me for eternity.  Look,” he’ll say,

“At the city of gold, pearl, and jade,

This great city for you I’ve made.”

I’ll join the angels in singing His praise,

I’ll be in paradise praising Him always.




Poetry Definitions and Experimentation, Part 3

Yes, I know I promised to get the last part of this series to you a long time ago.  Sorry for the delay.  Anyway, without any further ado, the third part of this series.  Of course, first are the definitions:

  • Alliteration–repeated sounds at the beginning of words (that Slick old Soggy Sick Sand).
  • Consonance–repeated consonant sounds anywhere in the words (Sally Sank to the bottomS).
  • Assonance–repeated vowel sounds anywhere in the words (SAlly sAnk sAdly).

And now onto the interesting stuff!  The POETRY… *trumpets play* Dun, dun, DUUUUNNN… (I’ll be normal now).


A sonnet is a fourteen line poem written in iambic pentameter (see the earlier parts of this series), traditionally written about love.  There are two types of sonnets (well, there are actually three, but I’m just talking about the most common ones): English (or Shakespearean) and Italian (or Petrarchan).  The difference is in their rhyme schemes.  English sonnets have the rhyme scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF GG.  It consists of 3 quatrains (four line stanzas) and 1 couplet (a two line stanza).  The Italian sonnet has a rhyme scheme of ABBAABBA CDECDE and consists of 1 octave (an eight line stanza) and 1 sestet (a six line stanza).  Both English and Italian sonnets contain a volta or “turn” within the last (or the last few) stanzas.  A problem is related in the first stanza(s), and the problem is resolved in the volta.  For more information on sonnets, go to this website.

Here’s an example of a sonnet written by Shakespeare (so this is a Shakespearean sonnet 😉 ):

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty’s rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed’st thy light’s flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.
Thou that art now the world’s fresh ornament
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content
And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding.
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world’s due, by the grave and thee.

~Shakespeare’s Sonnet 1 (taken from Shakespeare Online)

This is a Petrarchan sonnet written by John Milton.

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg’d with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
“Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?”
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: “God doth not need
Either man’s work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait.”

~John Milton “On His Blindness”


If you’re a poetry geek like me, and you want to know more about sonnets and such, then visit this page.  There’s a lot of great information on there.

So that’s it for this poetry “series!”  As always, please comment.  Thanks!


Poetry Definitions and Experimentation, Part 2

I’m becoming more and more obsessed with writing poetry.  I’ve recently been experimenting with rhyme scheme.  Oh my word, it’s so much fun!  I’ve also been trying some meter on for size.  It’s also a lot of fun.  So, without any further ado (because I know there’s already been a few weeks of ado–meaning, I didn’t get this next part out in a timely manner), some more poetry definitions.

  • Dactyl–a type of foot that consists of 3 syllables: the first is stressed syllable, the second is unstressed, and the third is also unstressed.  Example: HALF a league/ HALF a league/ HALF a league ONward (from Alfred Lord Tennyson’s “The Charge of the Light Brigade”).
  • Anapest–a type of poetic foot that consists of 3 syllables: the first two are unstressed, and the third is stressed.  Example: In the MIDST of the WORD he was TRYing to SAY / In the MIDST of his LAUGHter and GLEE / He had SOFTly and SUDDenly VANished aWAY / For the SNARK was a BOOjum, you SEE (from Lewis Carroll, “The Hunting of the Snark”).

{The examples for anapests and dactyls were taken from Your Dictionary.}

And now, for the poetry type of the day… *drumroll*


A limerick is a five-line poem with the rhyme scheme AABBA.  They usually are funny and nonsensical poems, and they’re a lot of fun to write.  I wrote…kind of a lot of these, so hang in there. 🙂

There once was a girl named Joy,
Who hated ev’ry little boy,
So all little boys,
Made lots of noise,
And tried Joy to annoy.

And another…

My name is Johnny Bill,
My best friend’s name is Jill,
I changed my mind,
Don’t like her kind,
Now Jill I’m gonna kill.

Here’s another one:

There one was a fellow, Tom,

Who made quite a large bomb,

He didn’t know,

That it would blow,

Then Tom was spanked by Mom.

And yet another…

In a dank, dark cave

There lived a boy named Dave, 

When he had to eat,

He caught bats and beat

Their heads on the wall of the cave.

Hope you’re laughing by now…(and not thinking I’m an absolute idiot XD ).

All right, that’s all for today.  Please check back soon for the next part of this series (which will hopefully contain a sonnet)!