Hello, dear reader!
What would you like to see more of from my blog posts?
I know it’s a simple question, but one that you get to help me with. I’ve been writing this blog mostly for myself, without thinking about the most important person: You. You’re the reason why I keep writing, why I’m determined to get up-to-date on my book reviews. I’m sure you and I don’t read the same thing, but I feel encouraged to share with you all the awesome books I’ve been reading.
I’m very versatile in my posts. If you read this blog often, you’ll notice that I don’t have a set schedule for my blog topics. I write what I want, when I want. (Or more accurately, when I have the time.)
But you, dear reader, are very important to me. You’re keeping this blog afloat. You’re the one encouraging me to write and post my poems on here. You’re the one who gives me feedback on my blog posts, the one who replies to say that you liked my post for the day.
So, without further ado, here’s a little list of some of the topics I write about:
- book reviews
- gushing about blue October, my favorite band
- music album reviews
- bullet journaling
- letters to heroes
- letters to books
- video games
- films/movies/TV shows I’ve watched
- my bucket list
- & more!
You can suggest something from my long list, or you can give me an idea for what you’d like to see from me on this blog.
I would really like to hear back from you. You’re input will help me give you more written content of what you want to see from my blog.
Thank you so much,
I miss your smile as I flip through my old pics of you on my phone.
I miss your early morning alarms when you get up to go to work. I miss you coming home smelling of chlorine, your hair still damp from the pool.
I miss how you dress: crisp & handsome in a suit, a matching pocket square at your breast.
I miss us all hanging out: JB spoiling the ends of novels for you; Malcolm sketching buildings in the armchair; Willem sprawled next to you on the couch.
You were the most interesting of all of us. I’m just the writer, documenting your life.
I miss you.
I hope the trail is going well.
Blue October’s 10th studio album is about fighting for those you love, living with depression, and how marriage is actually work–not matter how long you’ve been together. Blue October continues to write personal & moving lyrics, focusing on the journey of living through depression.
Jonas lives in the Community. In the Community, there is no more hunger, or pain, or colors. When Jonas gets his assignment to be the new Receiver for his Community, he meets an older man called the Giver. The Giver will teach Jonas about the world he’s missing: colors and snow. But he will also pass onto Jonas more sinister feelings and memories. Jonas will finally know the haunting truth about his Community.
Jonas lives in a Community where there is no more hunger or pain. There’s also no more colors in the world. Everything has been altered to create sameness, even among the children as they grow up. Jonas has no idea that he’s trapped in a dystopia; he believes that everything is for the good of the Community. He feels content. But when he gets his assignment at the age of twelve to become the new Receiver for his Community, he will learn the terrible truth about his world.
Jonas, as the new Receiver, must learn about the past from the Giver. The Giver has an ability to pass memories, sensations, and emotions through Jonas by placing his hand on the boy’s back.
Slowly, over the course of a year, Jonas learns about what he’s missing: snow, colors, and the sight of a rainbow. But, as time goes on, he learns the terrible truth about the Community: the old and the very young are killed, removed from the Community by lethal injection in a process called release. The process for the old is a ceremony, a supposed happy occasion where the older member’s life is remembered and recited for the older generation to hear. Then, they are led away through a door, and never seen again. The lie is that the older person will have gone to another Community, when in reality they are lethally injected.
The very same process is done to underweight babies. Jonas watches in horror as a underweight baby is injected, then dies before him on a screen. Shocked, Jonas realizes that release is actually a death sentence, and refuses to go home. His father, who is a nurturer to infants, preformed the release. He was very caviler about the whole thing, even telling the baby “bye, bye, little guy,” before dumping him down a garbage chute.
Jonas and the Giver devise a plan for him to escape, with baby Gabriel, that same night. (Gabriel is scheduled to be released, and has been temporarily living with Jonas and his family.)
As he and Gabriel make their steady way to another Community, they encounter dangers along the way: a snowstorm, as well as people in aircraft searching for them.
Will Jonas and Gabriel make it to their new home safely?
I love how The Giver is written. Lois Lowery is an excellent children’s author and does a fantastic job of writing through the eyes of a young boy who doesn’t know that he’s living in a dystopian community. I’ve read Messenger (the third book in the series) long before I read The Giver. As an adult, I’m able to grasp the darkness, and am able to understand the complex issues that are tackled in the novel. While this is intended for children, I feel like anyone can read these books, partly because they are so readable.
Lois Lowery is one of my favorite children’s authors, right up there with Tamora Pierce, who writes for young adults.
I cannot stress enough how important books like The Giver are to children and adults alike. Like most dystopian novels, it’s a warning about what might happen should we control the world around us.
In Room,Ma lives with her five-year-old son, Jack. Room is where Ma has lived for the past seven years. After being kidnapped at nineteen, Ma was put into a shed and physically and mentally abused by a man she and Jack call Old Nick. The shed is soundproofed, so no matter how loud they scream, the neighbors can’t hear them. Jack doesn’t know that the outside world is actually real. He thinks that the TV features stuff from other planets. He thinks that the world is like outer-space. Until one fateful day when Ma tells Jack everything.
This January, I recently made the decision to create a new bullet journal. With a new Moleskin dot grid notebook, a set of washi tape, & new Mildliner pens in hand, I excitedly began my new journey.
I did a surprise proposal, & it went surprisingly well. Here’s the song lyrics & words of my own that I used to propose to the love of my life, Rory:
There’s something I can’t quite explain: I’m so in love with you/You never take that away
You’re never second best,
you’re my one, completely
Where you go,
I will follow you.
Where you go,
I’m going too.
You’re the love of my life. I can’t believe how fast six years has flown by. It’s a long time that feels—honestly—like nothing at all.
I want to spend six more years by your side. I want to spend six decades with you.
You lift me up whenever I’m down. You help me laugh even when I’m sleepy. You’ve loved me through rainy, cloudy days & through sunny ones.
I just want to know…Would you marry me?
When you’re heavier,
you can’t just wear anything
When you’ve gained weight
your stomach poofs out
bit by bit
until you look like you’re pregnant
When you’re going up in size,
you wonder why the hell is this happening to me?
Your pants no longer fit
your cup size goes up, too
your middle has more density
than it’s ever had before
At this point,
I’d rather be depressed & skinny
than happy & fat
your blue-green waves
tug me from the soft sand & beckon me into your lapping waters,
where I splash until my skin is pebbled with goose-pimples
I slog through the water, logy with exhaustion
having spent hours drowning in your pounding waves
once more on the sand,
I’m warmed by the sudden eruption
of Volcanus heat from your undertow.
Darius has depression.
As a teenager, he’s had it for as long as he can remember. When his family decides to visit Iran, he feels apprehensive about finally meeting his grandparents—whom he’s only seen on Skype calls over the years. While in Iran, Darius befriend Sohrab, a young man about his age. As the two of them bond, Darius begins to open up to Sohrab, forming the first real friendship he’s ever had.(more…)
You may think you know me, but you don’t.
See, you’re just a product of some guy’s algorithms, asocially portrayed by Jesse Edinburgh
You may think I’m gay because I joined
the group Gaymers,
when really I’m just demisexual
I champion those who are labeled different, because I’ve felt different growing up
You don’t know who I’ve crushed on over the years, or everyone I’ve ever loved or everyone I’ve ever hated
You don’t know that I like to think of myself as a camera & that JB is right,
tomorrow I’ll be me, but tonight, I’m a camera & a pen & a poet
I write to live, & live to write,
to break the glass ceiling above my head,
hovering like a raincloud
You might think I’m dating just a man, when really I’m dating someone whose genderfluid, encompassing the best of both worlds
‘Twas the night before 2021, and all through the house was laughter and good cheer.(more…)
writing is like playing Tetris
I fit the words into the right slot,
rotating the words around in my mouth
before laying the correct brick down
I am a poet,
you can write tags on your city block
but you can’t write mine
I am the one & only M.B.B.,
razor sharp with my fountain pen’s nib
ready to write you a new one, anytime
10/6/2020 (edited 12/2/2020)