Dear Younger Me

Dear younger me, It's not your fault. You were so soft. I can see it all in your eyes as you take every bit of blame to heart. Every bit of blame that didn't belong to you. Sweet child, I can still see you holding that letter. Holding it like an eggshell, your fingertips barely... Continue Reading →

Be the First

So it's second period block and I'm supposed to be working on an essay about the government and the economy. But since I procrastinate on writing essays by writing other things, here I am, not doing my gov. essay. This state is my form of senioritis, so, you know, it could be worse. But we... Continue Reading →

Burden of the Open Heart

Since my other poem was scathing enough that I burnt my fingers rereading it, I decided to write another one that I hope is much more tender. Take up the burden of an open heart-- Though heavy and painful it may be. Kindness is life-giving. Selflessness, hope. But at extremes these acts come at a... Continue Reading →

Eyes Like Snakes

*Disclaimer: this is not directed at any boys in AP Lit. Y'all are actually wonderful.* Take up the young man's burden- Send forth your finest stock, Best in appearance and silver tongue, Not in heart or respect or honor. Men who shy from the words Commitment, honesty, priority, sacrifice. And flaunt the characteristics of money,... Continue Reading →

Little Tierno

So break was absolutely wonderful, even though I'm currently drowning in stress after returning to school today. But Oklahoma was so rejuvenating, and I don't think I've ever fallen in love with a place so much like I fell in love with Tahlequah last week. The senioritis is so much worse now, but the good... Continue Reading →

To Write

It has very suddenly occurred to me that, as an English major with writing emphasis, I am going to have to write a heck of A LOT more in college than I do right now. So, I'm going to try to write blog posts much more often to help remedy that, just to get in... Continue Reading →

To Dream or Not to Dream

To dream or not to dream-- that is what everyone must decide: Whether 'tis nobler to risk the fall to fly, to work, to fight, to dance, to reach, to die.* Or to risk the label 'fool,' to be a child, to hope. To dream is to accept the perception childish, foolish. But to dream... Continue Reading →

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