Last year I did this too, don’t judge.

For the past week it’s been raining heavily and there’s been some tough wind blowing away anything, so I don’t want to put out anything beyond the front porch. This year, though, we’re going to use our projector…

…to show a video…

…on the window.

Is this a little overboard? I like to think we’re making an effort this year.

Happy Halloween!


Sunday Night Poetry (Week 33)

All Hallow’s Eve

The wind rustles the red-orange leaves

The familiar orange glow alight

Ghosts and goblins and witches alike

Roam the streets on this darkest night

Tales of horror and terror, they brew

The cauldron echoes the screams

One must be cautious on this darkest night

Nothing is quite what it seems

The silver Moon is shining bright

A howl rings through the air

On this darkest night, the spirits arise

Whispering, “Beware! Beware! Beware!”

The magic is present on this darkest night

Magic no one will believe

But once the tide has finally turned

Get ready for All Hallow’s Eve.

Sunday Night Poetry (Week 32)

Yes, I know this does not rhyme, but bear with me, it’s late.


A single red rose

In a field of white ones

Scorned for its difference

It seeks refuge

In the tall grass

That hides it from exposure

One fine spring morning

The scarlet head pokes up

Above the sea of snowy-white

As a young girl runs by

Never a victim

To the cruelties of the world

Raised under the glove of protection

She bends over

Plucks the one rose

The scarlet one, the lucky one

Which was once scorned for individuality

In a vase with other stand-outs

Red daisies and tulips and pansies

Finally, among its kind

It knows it is not alone

Sunday Night Poetry (Week 31)

I Am The Storm

Pawing through the debris,

What will I find?

Worrying, you see:

What follows close behind?

A knife there, some blood here;

I question myself, “Why?”

I willed the view to appear;

“Tell me!” I am forced to cry.

The silence screams a thousand lies

And whispers a single truth.

The fear inside shrivels and dies

As I listen to the sayer of sooth.

A flick of the wrist, a slice of the claw

Uncovers the sinister plot.

A clever, quick-witted shadow, I saw;

Innocent? I think not.

Now I shift through what remains,

The wreck that once had flourished,

Peering through the endless rain,

The rain that once had nourished.

The wind whispers in my ear,

“This storm will destroy your form.”

So I shout right back for it to hear:

“I am the storm.”

Sunday Night Poetry (Week 30)

I know it’s really late for those in ET and central America time, but enjoy!

Love is unique

One of a kind

Like every person

You’ll ever find

Love is eternal
Tough but sweet
To hate is easy
To love is a feat

Loving takes effort
Kindness and care
If neglected, you’re left with
a burden to bear

Whether care for a friend
or something even more
Love is strong
Love is evermore.

Sunday Night Poetry (Week 29)

Aii, I’d set this to post three days ago. I really need to get the hang of this whole Scheduled Post thing, honestly. Sorry, enjoy!

Sunshine on a beautiful lake

It’s amazing, give or take

White lilies floating on the surface

To awe is its purpose


The wolves’ howl

The cry of an owl

The screech of a bat

The hiss of a cat


The swish of the trees

The buzz of bees

The wind as it blows

It comes and it goes


The light as it fades

Goodbye, warmth of day

Under the moon it takes flight

The bird says, “Welcome to the night.”

Liebster Award

Well, thank you so much, Faith, for nominating me for the Liebster Award! 😀


  • Thank the blogger that nominated you.
  • Write 11 random facts about yourself.
  • Answer the 11 questions asked by the blogger that nominated you.
  • Nominate 5 to 11 other bloggers and let them know they’ve been nominated.
  • Come up with 11 questions for the bloggers you’re nominating.

11 facts about myself:

  • I try drawing but the result is not even close to what I’d hoped.
  • I can’t draw freehand, but I can draw a picture if I’m looking at it while I draw.
  • For some reason I’ve been collecting stickers for at least eight years. It’s so disorganized I don’t bother counting.
  • When you ask me what I think of when I hear or see a certain word, the first thing that pops into my mind is actually a picture. For example, if you say “sun”, I think of one of those clipart suns.
  • Something with a lot of holes in it, small holes that are very close to each other, like a tree trunk with hundreds upon hundreds of woodpecker holes – well, it just creeps me out so badly. What’s it called? Trypophobia.
  • I started writing in 4th grade. Looking back now, I can see exactly how much improvement I needed, but I could only go so far that young. These things improve with age and experience.
  • I have too many magnets.
  • I also have a giant pink-and-white unicorn stuffed animal named Pon-e. So very creative, but I was only four when I named her.
  • A lot of my inside jokes involve words that don’t even exist (for example fooble ~ long story). Many of them, though, contain something related to churning butter. That somehow came up in a classroom debate. (That debate also brought up dancing unicorns, the X factor, car crashes, etc.)
  • I play clarinet and piano. I’ve been doing clarinet since the beginning of 4th grade, although the flutophone, which we did in 3rd grade, does give extra practice. They’re very similar. Piano I’ve been doing for a little over a year, or maybe two.
  • I have a black belt in taekwondo.

So. Faith asked me these 11 questions:

1. If you could travel anywhere in the world, where would you go?

I would travel to a tropical place, or an exquisite library, or a beautiful forest. I’m not quite sure, they are all absolutely wonderful places.

2. What’s one of your most favorite memories this year?

My most favorite memories? I’m not sure if that applies to real life or blogging. In real life, I have no idea, there are so many wonderful memories to choose from. As for blogging, my favorite memories are of my best posts on the best days, and most of all being told how many amazing followers I have.

3. What’s your comfort food?

I’d say tamarind toffee. I can’t get enough of it. Although breath mints take a close second.

4. What’s your favorite season and why?

Favorite season. Hmm, I’d have to say fall or spring. Colorful leaves, slightly-chilly weather, school (yes, I’m one of those nerds lol), and every fall I get to have more books using the excuse that I need them for class, vs. beautiful flowers, amazing weather, a comfortable position in the school year (albeit studying for finals), and I still get a lot of books! I honestly can’t decide.

5. Biggest pet peeve?

Uh. Autocorrect, I guess. Sometimes it saves me from a mistake, and sometimes it’s completely wrong and jumps in at the worst moments.

And I can’t forget people who argue with me online, trying to sound superior but can’t spell right. At least argue like an equal and I could accept it.

6. Why did you start blogging?

When I started writing, I thought of making a website, so my family pushed me into making a blog here at WordPress. I loved it, and I keep blogging to this day. 😀

7. If you could tell anyone that you love them, who would it be?

My cat. I already tell my whole family I love them, but I’m not sure my cat can understand me.

8. Beach or the mountains?

Beach. I’m not much of a steep hiker.

9. Introvert or extrovert?

A mix of both, I suppose. I’m mostly outgoing, but every so often I show the shier part of me.

Maybe not that often.

10. What’s your favorite song?

There are so many, but I have to say Fight Song by Rachel Platten wins one of the top spots because of the motivation. So very inspirational!

Questions I shall ask:

  • What’s your favorite song and why?
  • Who is the hero in your life, or the light of your day? Why?
  • What is the most dangerous thing you’ve done/situation you’ve been in?
  • What’s the first thing that pops into your mind when you hear the word “imagination”?
  • What is your talent? Is it an art (ex. music, visuals, words)?
  • Which would you like better: being out in the sun or under the stars?
  • If you had a huge box full to the brim with various types of legos, and no instruction guide, what would you build? Would you think about it, or make it impulsively? If you deconstructed it, could you put it back exactly the way it was, piece by piece?
  • Fiction or nonfiction? Realistic or fantasy? History or factual?
  • If you could choose ONE world problem to fix, which would you pick and why? Do you have any ideas to accomplish such a task, and if so, what?
  • What event impacted your life the most?
  • What is your favorite book and why?

And finally, my nominations:

I hope you all enjoy and continue to explore! 😀

Things To Make Your Life Worthwhile, Number Six: Find a Hobby!

Find an activity that you enjoy, whether it be reading, gardening, writing, running, collecting, organizing, shopping, crafting, knitting/crocheting, golfing, gaming, or something else. Something you do when you’re feeling stressed or bored, or simply fed up with life. For example, writing is my hobby. When I’m stressed, I vent my feelings into a story using a wide variety of detail. Boredom leads to daydreams, which lead to ideas. Sometimes I even roleplay, in which I can both write with incredible fanfiction detail and talk with people my age who can relate to my situations, without having to worry about what they’ll do with the knowledge.Writing and roleplaying definitely help me relax, and your hobby should help you do that too!

Things To Make Your Life Worthwhile, Number Five: Remember Who You Are!

Don’t ever let yourself forget that you are unique. Without you, the world would most likely be a worse place. You can make a difference for the better if you put your mind to it. Each person is like a snowflake – no two are exactly alike. Even one is beautiful on its own, the crystals that make it what it is glittering in the light. Even if they’re not perfect, each one contributes to the actual snowflake to create the wonderful spectacle. Just one can capture the beauty of the world, and many can create it! That first snowflake influences it all, just like a single person.