Designated Doodler

Life is a fight, a struggle, a war - a constant battle, sometimes literal, sometimes figuratively, sometimes both. It is more than the quest for a perfect selfie. It is more than the treasured shows that await you on your DVR. It is even more than what you do for a living. Believe it or not, your life is even more than you.  This is the part that most people can't grasp. We live in a self-centered society, in a culture that promotes doing whatever it takes to reach the top. But the sooner you realize your own insignificance, the sooner you can reach a purpose that's far more meaningful than any man-given title or trophy. The downfall of humanity will surely be it's pride. Society has told you that you're special, and you think you are, but you're not - not unless you've got your priorities straight. Could you sit down and talk about others' lives you've touched?  Could you tell me about the ways you've contributed to soc...

 Last night I branched out. I went to a TCU alumni event at Top Golf. But it didn't quite go as I had hoped. Upon describing it to my friends, I said that it was "very TCU." They were like, "what the heck does that mean?" Well...it means that people were cordial, they'd talk to you when you were in line for food, but other than that, there was little to no mingling. Everyone just stuck with the people they came with. They used it as an opportunity to get a huge discount on a cool venue - not hang out. It's just like being on campus at TCU. People are there, they're nice-ish, they'll talk to you if you engage them, but there's also this "coldness." Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love my college...but for the most part, the people there are detached, hyper-beautiful, party mongers. I mean...holy crap...it's no wonder that my dating life at TCU was non-existent. I'm not a size two model, compared to TCU...

My room is hot. The battery in the clicker that controls my fan and light is dead. Awake at 2:30 in the morning, this almost feels like a summer night. But it's not. I just took a six hour nap and woke up in the middle of the night. I tiptoed out and got my phone. Filled up a glass of water as I observed the night form of my daytime home. Sometimes life just feels so weird. And I think this is one of those nights. Where you lie beneath a still fan in the dark, cursing Whataburger patty melt ads that cut through your Spotify songs. But when the Antlers start playing "Rolled Together," everything goes back to being alright. A week ago I didn't know what to do with my future, but now I do. So thanks for taking the poll, all three of you. I guess it didn't matter anyway, because I chose an option that got no votes. Oh well. So long and thanks for all the queues. I'm going out onto the ocean in a paper boat. In a voyage of tests and trials to see if I sink ...

I used to look up at the sky As I lay on my skateboard At the end of the driveway And think to myself That you weren’t that far +++++++++++++++++++++ Highlighter green Apples poured off the trees That lined the drive littering the concrete But I would push them aside Rolling back and forth As I stared at the sky +++++++++++++++++++++ Thinking that this was the same sun That wrapped you in light And even though it was hard Maybe you weren’t that far …Just a sky away ….Not that far apart …Just a plane ride from today And we were connected still Because the clouds that rolled over me in the light of day Would hover over you at night, in the sweet Pennsylvania dark +++++++++++++++++++++ Just nine years old I went where I was told My back on the black sandy surface Of a well-worn skateboard That peeled at the corners Nudging apples out of my way As I rocked back and forth In the burning heat of midday With nothing in me that...

I feel like it's been a really long time since I've written a blog post. I guess that's what happens when you start another blog (or two). I don't even know what to write right now. Not every piece of writing can be a stroke of genius, and I feel tapped out. Between the art I churn out non-stop and the writing I do for myself...I'm tired. It's a good distraction though...writing, blogging, art, SAT tutoring, art tutoring. It keeps my mind off the fact that everything's going to change. But hey, who doesn't love drastic life changes? Oh right...everybody. Haha. All I can think right now is that I'd love to go home. That and I ate way too many toffee-flavored, chocolate covered almonds. So instead of putting into words the past (however many) weeks, I thought I'd just slap up some photos. The probability that anyone is reading this is likely slim, but I don't really care. This post is for me - so I don't forget the good things tha...

Why you here? Goodbye. Why write, why try? You don't have the time Just go to bed Didn't you know That poetry is dead? That nobody wants that shit if it don't rhyme If it's not for a grade What's the point, who has the time? Didn't no one tell you - Poetry is gone The death breath of English Only alive in song Well not really Not anymore Not for long Don't you know That cool kids don't care if it's a way to crawl into someone else's skin if it's a way to look at humanity And for once in your life see kin To feel something you've never felt To deal with things you've never dealt Searing pain and burning joy Wicked loss and undying love That stands the test of time - survives the years And gives you the chance To cry humanity's immortal tears Nah, it's silly, it's dumb Let's get lost in lazy It's easy, it's numb English is gone Didn't they tell you? It died. Some people s...

The sight of himself as a child was jarring. There was no time to think, no room to breathe. Jim’s blue eyes were blown wide with panic, his vision sending him black dot warnings of hyperventilation. He took measured breaths to slow his heart and balled his fingers into fists so hard that little pink crescent marks were forming in the flesh. Before him was the expansive window of the deck, that had become a video monitor, and behind him was the majority of his first shift crew, staring at the screen. “Shut it off,” he ground out through locked teeth. “I can’t sir…” Sulu replied weakly, frantically pawing at the technology before him - to no avail. --- That morning, despite his First Officer’s protests, Jim beamed down to a newfound Class M planet that they had been hovering over for nearly a week. The blue sphere was called Kasor, and was completely undiscovered until they shot down a Starfleet vessel in trans orbital exploration. Apparently they possessed incr...