“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent” - Victor Hugo

Today's prompt: "Get a certain or favorite lyric/s from your favorite song, and tell us how it inspires or describes you"

Wow, there are so many song lyrics I could choose from; it's hard to pick just one! My oldest brother got me into music when I was little and now I have a very diverse taste in music. There is virtually no genre of music that doesn't have at least a few songs in it that I like. While Stand in the Rain by Superchick, and Those Nights by Skillet are on the top of my list right now for what best describes me; I have to go with Owl City's new song, Silhouette, because it's "my" song, and since every line of it is relevant to me, I'll just add the whole song onto here.

I'm tired of waking up in tears
'Cause I can't put to bed these phobias and fears
I'm new to this grief I can't explain
But I'm no stranger to the heartache and the pain

The fire I began is burning me alive
But I know better than to leave and let it die

I'm a silhouette asking every now and then
"Is it over yet? Will I ever feel again?"
I'm a silhouette chasing rainbows on my own
But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone
So I watch the summer stars to lead me home

I'm sick of the past I can't erase
A jumble of footprints and hasty steps I can't retrace
The mountain of things I still regret
Is a vile reminder that I would rather just forget (no matter where I go)

The fire I began is burning me alive
But I know better than to leave and let it die

I'm a silhouette asking every now and then (now and then)
"Is it over yet? Will I ever smile again?"
I'm a silhouette chasing rainbows on my own
But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone
So I watch the summer stars to lead me home

'Cause I walk alone
No matter where I go
'Cause I walk alone
No matter where I go
'Cause I walk alone
No matter where I go

I'm a silhouette asking every now and then (now and then)
"Is it over yet? Will I ever love again?"
I'm a silhouette chasing rainbows on my own
But the more I try to move on, the more I feel alone
So I watch the summer stars to lead me home

I watch the summer stars to lead me home.

The instant I heard this song, I fell in love with it. So much of Adam Young's music is relevant to my own life and I think one reason for that is that we're both introverts, believe it or not! Okay, maybe I spend a little too much time on the internet reading interviews with my favorite people; but hey, it's what I like to do! Adam Young actually has a blog as well, which you can find here; although I'm not sure how often he updates it. His writings are just as entertaining and inspiring as his music. It's also the first place I found out what being an introvert is all about and that I might actually be one... so he's kind of had a bigger impact in my life than just good music. His story, and what he stands for is so inspiring, and I hope to do something like what he's done, only with movies.

A Blogging Challenge

I’ve come across this interesting challenge that I’ve decided I’m going to do. It’s a 31 day blogging challenge, where I’ve got to write a blog post inspired by a prompt each day. I know I haven’t been putting much on here lately, so I think this will be a fun way to get me writing again. I actually came across this on my older sister’s blog and thought that it was a good idea. (Check out her blog; She Turned Her Dreams Into Plans sometime, she’s a way more organized and better blogger than I am!)

Since I’ve only just discovered this, and it’s already Oct. 8^th, I’ll just start from day one and keep working my way down, even if it goes into November a bit.

Today’s prompt: “Share at least five reasons why you blog”

I blog to…

     1.  Share my work and ideas with others. With my homeschooled, introverted life, I don’t share much with people outside of my family (or even in it!) so blogging is a way for me to put some of my ideas and views out there. As an artist and writer, it can get frustrating and sometimes seem pointless to write or draw something and then put it away in a notebook with no one to show. My blog is a way to show people what goes on in this mentally insane brain of mine.

    2.  Improve my writing skills. The more I write, the better I become; and blogging is another way for me to get more writing done.

     3.  Just for the challenge of it. I like to do things just to prove that I can. And blogging is another one of those things. It’s a fun puzzle to figure out sometimes; and I get to have a little corner of the internet to call my own. Plus, it’s really fun to mess around with the design and technical stuff that comes along with owning a blog.

     4.  Have a gallery for my work. With my blog, I can keep my best writings and drawings online and in order. It’s a lot easier to convince oneself that you’re a real artist or writer if you’ve got a “gallery” online to show off your work. Maybe it sounds a little prideful, but it’s nice to have a place online to see that my work is “published.”

     5.  Become famous! Yeah right, like that’s ever going to happen…

From My Sketchbook: Portrait #3

Yay, the third one is done! (I know, I know, I'm going slow; but I have a valid, six letter word as an excuse: school.)

From My Notebook: 3 Poems

One of the main reasons that I haven't been posting very often on here lately is that my PSEO (Post Secondary Enrollment Options) classes have started up and I haven't had much free time. One of my courses is Literature, and as an assignment, my teacher had us write 3 poems. I liked them enough that I thought I'd share them on here.

The only requirement for this one was that it be about death.


The True Name of Death

What is the final breath?

What is the true name of death?

A black hole in space

An unfinished race

The boom as a building comes down

The zoom as an airplane leaves ground

Perhaps it is the mourn of a dove

Or forever crushed and shattered love

Call it what you wish

But what I know for sure is this;

When the last shovelfuls fall

Death I will call

Heartbreaker

Hearthater

For the next one, it had to be a vivid memory of someone special to me.

Those Golden Days

Behind my eyelids, I can see

The times we spent in youth

Like a golden flickering film, filled with truth

Outside the church, we spent the days playing

Even when the skies were grey

The time with you drove the gloom away

We’d serve each other our favorite pops

In our secret hiding place

Underneath the rotting stair case

Or we’d see who was brave enough

To climb the mountain of rubble that towered

Not even my fear of heights would let you call me coward

We were children and we spent it all playing

Those days will forever be gilded with gold

But when you left… that’s when the memories grow cold

And this last one had to be a descriptive one using metaphors, similes and all that stuff.

The Autumn Storm

Alone in my room,

I hear the wind scream eternal

Loneliness drips off the roof

And plops down in puddles of tears

I close my window against it all

The sounds of sorrow are drowned

With the music I turn up loud

But still, the chill of a dying summer

Seeps into my bones

I try to warm myself back to life

With imagination, like a blanket

But when I wrap up, I find it worn

Not even this escape can keep out the cold

So I confront it

Throw the windows open wide

The rumblings of past memories

Fill my head. They flash forks of pain down my spine

Raindrops, big and warm, fall and wet my carpet

And the wind howls with accusations

SILENCE!

I scream back into the chaos

And it all goes still

Sunlight, so golden, breaks through

The dark clouds of my heart

From My Sketchbook: Portrait #2

This one took a little longer to finish; not because it took me that long to draw it, but that I never actually got around to working on it very often.

From My Notebook: "Sleep Talking to the Pentagon"

Here's another writing prompt I've recently done to try to get myself back into the mood to write (which I haven't done for a while because life likes to get in the way.) This prompt, called "Sleep Talking to the Pentagon" is from Writer's Digest, a large source of inspiration and resources for me. This is what the prompt said; "As a child, you were prone to night terrors, sleep talking and sleep walking. Now as an adult, you have long since grown out of your old habits. That is, until one night. You awake to find yourself in an unfamiliar place on the phone with a Pentagon official."


“Where are you now, sir?” The voice on the other line speaks calmly. Too calmly. He thinks I’m unstable, and right now I’m questioning my own sanity as well.

“I’m sorry…” I pause, embarrassed to go on, “…what was I just saying?” In an empty street, under a flickering light post, standing at an old phone booth; I am completely confused. I don’t know how I got here, and I most certainly don’t know what I was just saying… or to whom. On the other line there’s an uncertain pause.

“A bomb. You said there’s a bomb. Sir, please, where are you?” A bomb, really? That’s what I had just been… oh no, not again. Not another episode; not another night walk, another night talk. I had left those in the past, that’s where they’re supposed to be… not disrupting me here in the present.

I laugh uncomfortably.

“Oh, that! Whatever I just said, scratch it. Haha, it’s a curse really, talking in my sleep!” The silence on the other side doesn’t sound amused. “Listen, whoever you are, I’ve got a bed to get back to!” I hang up. Let’s hope this doesn’t come back to haunt me.