Obsessed with this song.
I’m back. Semester #5 is over, well almost. Two more papers. One more test. Then moving out. I start my co-op (Cooperative Education) on January 10th in Asheville, NC. I’m really excited. I’m also really nervous. We’ll see. I’m usually a pretty adaptable person, but this has me freaked out for some reason. I’ll keep you posted, especially if I can get the Blackberry App for Tumblr working on my phone.
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If you don’t have a favorite poem, go get one.
Or write one.
Or write one leaf about why you don’t read poetry, but do not write one leaf about why you don’t read poetry without first reading some poetry, because if you do, you will likely be making assumptions about poetry that are untrue.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
Invictus by William Earnest Henley is my favorite poem. I can’t lie, I had heard the poem before the movie by the same title—and liked it, but it really helped me to understand it better than I had before. The poem inspires me to be who I am and to be proud of that. I’m a big believer in having faith in yourself before anything else and Invictus embodies this spirit within me. I am the captain of my soul and I am the only one whom ever will be.
“I believe in the sand beneath my toes.”
Sand can virtually pick you up and take you away on a wave of ecstasy to a whole different place. The smell, the feel, the way it runs through your fingers—it’s practically magical. When I’m sitting in class, or bored at home, I end up day dreaming about that feeling. I’m not talking the sand on the crowded beaches in the middle of Spring Break.
I’m talking about the sand beneath the blue, orange, and pink sunset. The sand beneath me when I’m lying in his arms. Even, the sand leading into Lake Superior on a cold April night when I’m wrapped in a hoodie, sweatpants, and a sleeping bag. Sand has a way of getting into every crevasse possible, but it’s the most impossible-to-be-angry-with element in all of nature. It doesn’t matter how covered with sand I get, how annoyed I may be with the dry, itchy feeling on my skin, that’s never the part I remember when I think back to my times in the sand.
I wonder how different my life would be if this song came out when I was fifteen. Maybe I would’ve thought twice about a lot of things…
I pressed the “at random” button on the Write One Leaf and I can’t even explain the irony in this. I have been constantly wanting a puppy for at least a year now, I’m a full fledged dog person and ever since I went to college and got my own apartment—I miss not having a dog sleeping at my feet every night. I like the comfort, the loyalty and I like being able to take care of something. I’m that kind of person, you know, I like to take care of people (or puppies). Unfortunately, my nonexistant income doesn’t exactly allow for a puppy. If I got a puppy, it’d be a German Shepherd, a Husky, a Lab or a shitzu/poodle mix (that’s what our family dog is).