Poetry Piece: Miss You

Writing poetry has become a part of who I am. Ever since I was little, I've enjoyed writing my own little poetic pieces. But it wasn't until about two years ago that things got serious. Born out of a lack of things to do I challenged myself to write a daily poem for a week. After the initial week elapsed, I realized I liked how many poems I was getting out of the deal... and so I just kept going. Except for a brief period in time where I stopped (due to the traumatic event of having my Wisdom teeth removed), I've never looked back.

Now, I can't imagine NOT writing a poem everyday. It's become so ingrained in me that the day isn't over until a poem is written. Granted, some are terrible awful, but what do you expect when you put off writing until about five minutes before midnight, when technically a new day begins?

Often, my poems reflect my mood, feelings, and things I'm going through. Recently a lot have been about goodbyes and missing people...

Friends In Fall: Photo Shoot with Shynae

One of the most beautiful things about autumn is all the lovely colors. Combine that with a camera and a friend, and you have a great combination that just begs to be photographed.

Meet Shynae:

Shynae is a good friend of mine with a great personality and a wonderful sense of humor. We laugh a lot when we're around each other...

And she's beautiful too:

In lieu of all the gorgeous fall colors surrounding us we decided to go on a photo shoot (aka an adventure) and were blessed with perfect weather. I mean, we couldn't have asked for nicer weather on the 'official' first day of fall.

We went exploring the countryside and discovered some pretty neat spots, including this abandoned house which must have been pretty well to do when it was in it's prime.

And even though it's hard to see in this shot, it actually has a balcony too. Unfortunately someone decided it would be cool do vandalize the one wall. Person: Not. Cool.

Perhaps they were also the cause behind a few of the smashed windows...

...and the broken glass.

It's kind of sad looking around at what once was probably a grand place. It makes one wonder: Who used to live here? What happened? Why did they leave? The front door still stands open, almost as if awaiting the return of someone.

I think both Shynae and I really enjoyed all the exploring we got to do. Here she's standing in the doorway of some random shed we found in the woods. 

And when we saw this leaf littered road, we simply had to back up to take some pictures!

Then, we happened upon this cluster of bugs:

We also met this dragonfly... who turned out to have a very adorable grin!

After a while we switched places and Shynae became the photographer. Considering she'd never used my camera before, she got some really good shots! You go girl.

She wanted me to pose by the flowers, but a standard sort of pose:

...didn't last long.

But that was fine with Shynae...

...because she's such an amazing friend. (This is called a footsie, the opposite of a selfie)

Thanks for being so awesome Shynae and for trekking all over the countryside with me today. I had a blast.

Why blog?

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That's a great question! Why blog? Why post all your private thoughts and doings up online for the whole world to read and digest? I think it's because everyone wants to be heard. Everyone wants to have a voice that someone, somewhere, will listen to. It's that feeling of connection, and with today's wonderful modern technology, that opportunity is now more available to us than ever.

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And I suppose that's the reason, essentially. I used to blog quite a few years ago but, long story short, ended up deleting them. Now however, I'm about to embark on a new and exciting and slightly scary journey which promises to be very interesting and thought:

"I need to to start a blog. I mean, what better way to keep connected with everyone and meet new people at the same time, all the while being able to share my thoughts and ideas with the world?"

And so, here it is and here I am. And the new and exciting and slightly scary journey I'm embarking on? It's called 'moving out of your parents house.' I know. Scary. And exciting. At the same time. The hardest part? Saying goodbye. Goodbyes hurt.

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