wow

haven't been on here for about...a minute or two. School's started since then, going alright. Yankees are on the verge of winning the World Series (so far so good). uuuuh yeup, that's about it I guess.

Feel the Burn Again!

I hit up the gym with Kim today, it was a nice work out. Yesterday we went to the Columbus Farmer's Market (big flea market) found some toys. I got a Jackie Chan Burger King toy for my mom. I'll be headed back to school in about a month. Hopefully I'll have something else to talk about here...maybe I shoulda just stuck to posting my writings instead of updating people about my life..I don't even know who visits this..probably nobody.

Storm the Castle

I went to White Castle for the second time in my life. Both were with Kim and her family too. It was good eats. I went bowling a couple days ago; I got a 92 and 119. Not bad for someone who used to bowl all the time and hasn't for three years. Making a comeback. uuuuh nothing else to really say...so I guess whenever something happens I'll post it.

Hey, cool down

My girlfriend and her family are up on a short vacation at Niagara Falls. I've never been there but that's alright with me. So while she's away I'm just bored...so here's a poem to pass the time.

I Wish The Sky Could Follow You

I wish the sky could follow you and tell
me everything you do. For the gentle breeze
to carry, a whisper, sweet enough to kiss her.
That all the clouds that roll on by, part enough
to let the sun spy. Let the brightest star find
out who stole my heart. All the rain that falls
calls your name, sending shivers down my spine.
All the rays that shine, stain my skin with romantic
shades of sin. Every voice of thunder can only
make me wonder where you could be other than
here with me. I know the lightening startles you
but every howling wind that passes through,
speaks to me. It tells me with every shriek
that I still have you when I grow weak.

Even when the day turns to nigh, I still
wish sky could tell me your secrets.
Twinkling stars that you wish upon
constellize into glimmering swans.
They gracefully soar above, keeping
an eye on my love. The moon, a colder
darker twin to the sun, waxes and wanes
with silver trains of cosmic remains. It
becomes the second eye to watch you
wave good-bye. I trust them both, my
eyes in the sky to follow you, and every-
thing you do and all we go through.

Mind has been blown

I just saw Inception last night and it is really fantastic. It's full of complexity but doesn't interrupt the story. Some things are hard to understand but it's okay, you can't know everything. It was a great film in my opinion, it made me think about and question dreams and reality. I think I'll be buying this when it comes out.

Feel the Burn!

After my tingly hand scare I went to the gym this morning. I did over 30 minutes of cardio, 100 crunches, and 50 arm lifts or presses whatever. Then I came home and had some celery and a peanut butter sandwich. I say it's a good start to being healthy.

Not feelin so hot....

I don't know if it's from the way I slept or what but while I was driving I started getting a tingling feeling in my left hand. Now I'm not a healthy person so I thought it could be a heart attack...but I've only had the tingling happen throughout the day. It kind of went up into my forearm too. But it could be from plenty of things....here's to hoping.

Red Hot Phillies

In extra innings. I went to see the Phillies play the Reds on Saturday and it was pretty exciting. Reds starting pitcher almost had a perfect game, he kept it through the 8th i think it was. But the Phillies fought back and won in the 11th...i think.

And on Friday I saw Despicable Me with Kim. It's a pretty good flick. Lots of cuteness and hilarity. I liked it and that's all that matters.

Sorry I haven't posted much...I guess there's not much to say really.

Fireworks

Happy belated birthday America. Every time I hear patriotic music it makes me think of the history this country has had. The lyrics don't match today's country, it's depressing. The fireworks were a great date with my lady, especially with funnel cake. But I lost my Pokewalker, it's okay, it's not important. It's just a novelty.

I've been submitting some works to magazines and contests but so far no word back. I need to win some money since I don't have a job.

Lightening Strikes

The other day I went to the Franklin Institute (in philadelphia) it's a hands on scientific museum. I hadn't been there in like ten years which makes it all the more fun. It was a fun time. (the title is reference to franklin flying his key kite).

and here's a new poem

Comets Are Boring

Comets are beginning to bore you.
They lack the glisten your hair streaks,
crossing through entangled streets filled
with alarming cars and concrete stars
that last a life time.

Strangers litter your name in vains,
shooting dust just to gain a different kind
of smile. Your eyes, glazen under the
moon as you stare into a cosmic
lagoon of murky clouds and mudpuppies
that shroud themselves behind shooting stars.

Comets are no longer worth wishing over.
You’d rather mesmerize on the tiny dots and pulsing spots
that induce your colder outer space highs.

Boiler is mentioned in this poem

Mr. Hudson Grimm

Hudson Grimm usually indulges in aptly named nauseous activities.
One of his favorites- ringing the throats of any animal found in the city. After they cease to breathe, he boils their carcasses, they must taste delicious. He’s captured every stray on the sidewalks.
He has an intricate appearance. Top hats and sunglasses, with a trench coat and bright red moccasins. He smoothes his socks every night. His attire is complete with a blissful bloody smile.
Atlantic City is a dangerous place when Hudson Grimm is on the streets. Try and look him in the eye-just try. He’ll take you away, leaving an immaculate crime for all to ponder. How did Hudson Grimm get away?


this is my attempt at writing about a person with a memorable name. Someone that could make an impact...ya know?

Heat Wave

Apparently we're in an almost week long heatwave over here...But I know how to beat the heat, in the swimming pool ;). Yea it's finally clean..er. So the next two movies I am going to see are Despicable Me and Inception. (so far nobody wants to see inception with me...sad). Hopefully Kim changes her mind.

Incinerator!!

I was so nervous while watching Toy Story 3....but I knew the aliens would save the day. I liked the movie, lots of cute and funny scenes as well as easter eggs. Very bittersweet. Good thing my toys are kept in the attic, they'll be there when I need them :)

Summer and Autumn...Winter...and Spring

Something I wrote during school. It's about the seasons and one person who doesn't like them even when they're okay.

“Constantly Seasonal”


I.
They’ll miss it, they’ll miss the forts, fights, and angels
Trying to catch just one flake on the tips of their tongues only to have it melt
They’ll miss having to line their coats with coats
Christmas hams and giving out anonymous Valentine cards.
They’ll miss steamy hot chocolate, crackling fire places, and days off from school.
They’ll miss their red faces buried in every pile of snow.

I won’t miss this when it’s gone
The chapped lip causing winds
The numb noses, fingers, and toes
I won’t miss snow getting cozy in my ears
And when I try to dig it out my frosty fingertips push it deeper.
I try and avoid every snowflake in my way
They dance around me, closing in, they taunt me.
I never got to make snowmen or hang my stocking.
Winter break is too short…back to seeing those kids five days a week.
I’m not waiting for the winter end I’m waiting for it to change
…for it will never end.

II.
They’ll miss all the bouquets and chasing butterflies.
The Easter egg hunts and sunny days.
They’ll miss playing outside, able to once again swing those sets and slide those slides.
Lying in the grass and watching the clouds silence the rays.
Spring break at grandmas, she would smother them with chocolate.
They’ll miss the warmth when it runs its course.

I won’t miss this when it’s gone
I never got to meet my grandparents, never spoiled by affection.
The ragweed and pollen clogging my nostrils
The drops of rain landing on the back of my neck
Running a shiver all over my body.
I’d rather stay inside, away from the rain
Away from all their giggles at recess and fun.
I’m not jealous… I’m annoyed. And they’ll stop having fun
When the sun is the only thing in the sky…

III.
They’ll miss the sand castles and picnics
They’ll miss BBQs and fireworks on the 4th of July.
Three whole months of freedom, no math equations, no book reports, no science fairs.
They’ll miss pool parties and melted puddles of ice cream.
Having a ballpark frank at the ballpark.
Family vacations and catching fireflies in washed out pickle jars.

I won’t miss this when it’s gone
The sweaty, muggy, air causing my lungs to work extra hard.
Mosquitoes and gnats and flies and wasps, I could go on naming pestering pests.
They invade my personal space, luckily I’m armed with fly swatters and Raid.
Sand gets in my pants and shoes, I should wear flip flops but every step annoys.
They’re stuck outside while I’m stuck inside, the AC is getting a little chilly.
But they’ll want to beat the heat, and they can’t
Wait until the three unbearable months are over.

IV.
They’ll miss the feeling of the first day of school. New friends
New teachers, new life lessons.
They’ll miss Halloween and all the free sugar rushes.
They’ll miss Thanksgiving and all the sleepy TV.
Football games and hayrides.
Picking apples for apple pie, apple sauce, apple cider.
They’ll miss jumping in fresh piles of leaves.

I won’t miss this when it’s gone
More wind and more rain pressure the trees to drop their leaves.
Back breaking raking and a runny nose.
Annoying school bells and hallway duty.
Weeks and months of headaches full of screams and cries.
I can’t wait until winter break, finally some time away from these kids.

I.
The chapped lip causing winds
The numb noses, fingers, and toes
The flurries which blind my vision.
…
I won’t miss this when it’s gone…some things are worth leaving.

Fire Cupping

I went the other day with my mama to see The Karate Kid. It was a great movie and we both enjoyed it. There were two scenes where Mr. Han (Chan) is healing Dre (Smith)using a Chinese technique called fire cupping (hence the title). He takes a flame and rubs it on Dre's body drawing out the negative energy into little cups. It was pretty cool as well as visiting the mountain where we get to see how ancient kung fu is performed.

I know everyone is like, "It's not as good as the original." And you know what, maybe you're right. But times change, this is a new generation, and kids should be allowed to see something that they can relate to. Anyway...I qualify the film and acting is good. If you don't like it go talk to Jackie Chan about it if you dare.

Land of the Rising Sun

My brother is on a plane to Japan. He's going there for a two week study abroad class type thing and then staying an extra week with some of our relatives. I hope he has fun, I'm sure he will. Then he's staying an entire year during the fall...I think. My mom and I might go over there during the spring.

Also, check this out http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9_MqZn7E-mk&feature=player_embedded
a clip apparently for a new Mortal Kombat movie whaaaaaaaat

Red Eye

I have a red/pink eye. I am under extreme quarantine! warning warning warning warning warning. Please be advised, exercise extreme caution, please be advised. You will receive further notice. Please stay away from me.

Flaming Bat Power Up

I need one of those. I went to the ball field today with my girlfriend to hit some baseballs and I am way too rusty for that...I didn't hit anything :( She blames herself for not being able to throw but come on...I used to play baseball I should be able to hit the balls that were close. Anyway...maybe I'll practice more. We also video taped our journey to get ice cream and then a little bit at the field...so I'll put those up eventually.

Just Swel-

tering outside. I think...it looks like it anyway, I haven't been out. I guess this is what happens when I start a blog in summer. I been thinking hard about two writing projects in mind which bring it to a total of three projects. I'm gonna keep them close as I think they will be my aces in the hole. In the meanwhile here's something else I've done.

Blood Stained

I sit staring at the brown and grueling ring wrapped around the drain. The water keeps punching me in the face; I blink it out of my eyes. My hands turn soggy. I think my shower is done.

Still wearing my bleach stained coffee color towel, I examine the washing machine that holds my shirt and pants captive. A soggy damp solitary confinement. I had a stain on my shirt sleeve, an accident.

“He wears his heart on his sleeve” my textbook spoke of a man much like myself. An ego filled with naivety and athlete’s foot. I play hard, push myself to the limit. That’s also how an unfortunate incident occurred.

I was ambushed by our rivals, my mind was somewhere else. They smashed into me and I felt my heart stop. Before my eyes closed, I saw twins, double visions of everything.
I’m alive though. Perhaps it was not by happenstance that I survived. Maybe I’m supposed to live this way.

I feel like a robot, something artificial keeps me alive. My handsome looks have faded, my smile has become extinct. But I still push myself and wear my heart on my sleeve. I just have a harder time getting the blood stains out.

Inflammtion

of my gums will appear if i keep brushing them so hard. Went to the dentist for a cleaning and I suggested I should brush my gums more. Good thing I brought it up because the hygienist gave me some tips. 1. use a soft bristle brush 2. brush lightly 3. get a new brush every month (im not fond of that but whatever)

So my teeth are good, no cavities. Then I went to get my provisional license replaced with a regular one. And mom and I had cracker barrel, pretty tasty. Then picked up a few things.

I came home and tended to the pool. If you know any good pool vacuums I'd love to get the info.

Sun Burned

From cleaning out the pool yesterday. Got a lot done just need to add chemicals i think.

aaaaand sun burned from the Yankees game today. They beat Cleveland, but it was close. Yanks didn't make a comeback until the 8th I think it was. I sat in the Mohegan Sun area, it's nice and air conditioned but couldn't enjoy the real baseball experience while encased in a tinted glass box.

Oil Burns Too

But I'm not suggesting we burn it. The whole oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico is getting ridiculous. How's this for an idea:

A gigantic Brita water purifier.

Think about it. Take the oily water put it in the top. I think it should filter the water from the oil right? Tap water is full of stuff but clear when filtered.

I dunno, sounds good to me.

BBQ

That's what it's like outside and I'm the burger. It's kind of hard to have a new post everyday. So here's some more writings. Not too long.

Abysmal Existence

Diving deeper into slumber there’s no

Wonder you can’t discover what it

Feels to be alive. Reality is shrouded

By glimpses and visions of what you

Must do to survive. Liquid illusions drown

Your dazing eyes until you sink to the

Bottom. An anchor pins you down

Until you shrivel, diluted into fantasy.

Another Hot One

Woooooweeee it's hot out. Bad day to try and get the pool open, should just hire somebody for that. I had thoughts of a new story I could tell...but it needs work. So in the meanwhile, here is a story with a little Lost easter egg thrown in.

Sum of the World

4 weeks was not enough time to prepare for this event. A struggling artist was given the opportunity to have his work displayed downtown at a local art gallery. He had all his sculptures and paintings carried into the empty showroom. Everything seemed in order until the last minute. He began to worry; maybe it wasn’t perfect. He walked around nervously, sweating, making sure everything was exact. Guests started to arrive; first they looked around, walked full circle around sculptures, studying every detail. The artist was biting his nails, pulling at his collar, sweating profusely, who wondered why they took so long to comment on his work. But he left to take care of a personal matter when they finally nodded with approval. They moved on to admire the paintings but at this time our artist ducked into the bathroom to sooth his high. He pulled a pipe from his jacket along with a pebble sized portion of crack. After indulging in his bliss he returned to the showroom to find chaos and destruction. His sculptures were shattered and his paintings torn and sprayed with graffiti. His first chance of recognition was destroyed; he crumbled just like his creations.

8 teens were reportedly caught defacing a local art exhibition. That’s what the headlines would say if they were ever caught. After their mischievous night the teenagers blended into the empty urban landscape. Running and laughing; barely breathing, they all passed out under their usual hang out spot; under the bridge. It was littered with empty and half empty beer bottles and cans; cigarette packs and cigarette butts; torn and stained mattresses. The most horrible pieces of trash, other than the kids, were the recently used syringes and blood stained tourniquets. They lay staring at the bottom of the mossy bridge, their eyes glazed over, and smiles on their faces. They sought someone to look up to; somewhat of a role model. The only friends they had were each other, their drugs, and whoever fed their habit. When do people begin experimenting with such dangerous decisions?

15 years old and they’re already a menace to society. Those troubled teens are a problem. They needed to be stopped. Where are their parents and why aren’t they doing anything about the situation? There has been increased looting and destruction through the neighborhood. Principals from middle to high school have been worried about students falling behind. They noticed lethargic responses, slow movement, slurred speech; it was like zombies sat in every class. Others became aggressive, shoving other students and even teachers. Conferences were called between parents and teacher. Their discussions were less than productive. The mothers held their ears not wanting to hear how far behind their kids were and the fathers interrupted with accusations. The parents blamed the school systems for failing to educate their children. The only good that came out of these meetings, since both sides blamed each other, the schools wanted to conduct drug tests of suspicious students. Although the parents opposed, they relented, and agreed. They wanted to solve this mystery but rather than ask their children they scolded. Beatings, yelling, and threats encouraged the teens to stray from home and seek new acceptance.

16 months ago a legendary drug lord set up shop in the next county. He’s been in the business for decades, climbing the ranks while trying to remain under the radar. Apparently he was the supplier for celebrities; actors, musicians, artists, and even law enforcement. As an acquaintance to these famous people he could easily earn thousands and possibly millions. His name will remain undisclosed to protect my own life. It’s been known that he has ties to the mafia even as high up and far away as the president of Colombia. Supposedly, he sells more than drugs. This includes guns, fake ID cards, illegal DVDs, forged passports and I heard he once got a hold of top secret FBI information, probably some machine that could instantly double his drug exports. He is a legend but nobody knows where he came from. According to legend, he was dealing dope at the age of sixteen. He took over his mother’s family business at a dry cleaner. Instead of laundry detergent he washed clothes with cocaine to give his favorite customers a new high by letting absorb through the skin. This is how much of a genius he is. He’s cool, calm, and collected. He doesn’t break a sweat and never raises his voice. His patience is thick just like his wallet. Any trouble he ever gets into becomes quickly resolved. There seems to be a special system worked out for him.

23 minutes into the drug lord’s latest trial, the judge collapsed and died. Before this unpredictable event, the judge was in the privacy of her chambers; out of the eye from media. There, she indulged in her guilty pleasure. She injected heroin into her arm. Who would ever find out the judge, a position in which the law is enforced upon others, would break the very rules she is meant to uphold? Well, everybody did. Seconds before the incident, the jurors announced their verdict one by one. A face that was locally published in the newspapers was that of juror number four. It’s been a couple of days since his art show; he was still looking distraught over that mess of a night. How ironic is it that a druggie artist was called to jury duty for a man that most likely supplied him his fix? As the judge’s fresh corpse lay on the floor, the case was dismissed. The drug lord was yet another innocent man. He held a slight smile. Perhaps there was some sort of persuasion. The entire jury all agreed to find him not guilty and it was discovered in the judge’s chambers that she had decided he was innocent long before the trial. Her bank records were looked into, for some connecting reason, and it was discovered she had recently deposited a large sum of money.

42 thousand dollars is how much a human is worth, according to the drug lord. Nobody seems to mind being paid off. This means all twelve jurors, judges, police officers, government officials, witnesses, and countless others. They are bribed by the drug lord and his cronies, money to fill their mouths with lies. They greedily accept any amount in order to speed trials along. They want to get on with their lives instead of being stuck in court; as if they have something better to do. Nothing good will ever come out of a corrupt government. Once our little town is goes under we’ll be in the headlines. “Small Town Rotting Away,” and they’ll just let us stir in the filth and mischief we created. We’ll be known as the poorest, most drug induced, intoxicated, stupidest place on Earth. Who should care about our town when they’re probably dealing with the same problems? The rest of the world will look at us with ignoring eyes and muffled ears; they don’t want to hear our pleas for help. And we’ll all be swept along with these incidences under the carpet of tenth grade history textbooks. Never to be read by the drugged out teens in our schools.

Too Sweaty

It actually is kinda hot, luckily I have a fan on. So at the moment I'm watching my cousin and running on about 4 hours of sleep (it was last minute). I also need a haircut...that's my weeks goal. Wow today is Tuesday too..feels like Monday to me, probably because I don't have a job. Anyways, I'm just helping my cousin with video games, that's it. Might take a nap when he leaves...other than that I ain't got nothin to do.

Gettin Hot in Here

Here is another poem I wrote. I'm really happy with the first and third stanza. Not really diggin the second, but I'll work on that later. I was inspired by Angels and Airwaves, all the space and beautiful words.

Orange Sky

Standing below an orange sky
Tell me your dreams I’ll tell you mine.
Everyday beings with brand new
lives. A whole new chance to
strive and make those goals true as sound.
Reaching towards still floating clouds.
I told you once of my favorite place,
where I found you lying in full embrace, of
empty stars and silent stares from
worn out scars and dying flares.
Then you took my hand as
we ran for miles into fields of tulipped smiles.
We stumbled once and rolled up high
Splashing down beneath that orange sky.

I never thought that I would feel
this way, whenever we touch I have
chills that stay. Fill my heart with racing beats
that try and escape in bounding
fleets. My secret wish is to laugh with you.
I miss the half days where I threw,
my arms around your hips
to feel them sway while locking eyes that flew me high.
These are the dreams you wanted
to pry, which make me melt into that orange sky.

There was a crack in the moon
the night we danced. It crumbled, exposed to
our romance. Its white dust crown sighted for
the ground but our toes stayed light
ready for flight. The cosmic streaks
kissed our cheeks and scattered into
flurries of moths. They flutter in a frenzy,
the night comes to an ending. A fire begins
to conspire the sun rising higher. Our night
never died even with an orange sky.

Burning Bright

I wish I could have been part of the cast of Lost. *siiiigh* I'm sad it's gone but it's a good thing. It's like they gained a new life and I'll have to start mine.

I had a fun time at the Lost party. I won a backgammon set which I will have to learn to play now. There was Dharm-ade (juices), Island golf (wii), and even a countdown timer. Kim and I were dressed as Orchid Orientation rabbits:

http://img97.imageshack.us/img97/7352/bunnyaq.jpg

It was neat, people liked it. I'm satisfied with the ending. I really have no complaints. I wish I was friends with Damon and Carlton...maybe someday.

(happy birthday honey<3)

Fire Raising Higher

I'm kinda getting the hang of blogs now. I just added a couple to follow and I'm in the process of putting a picture up on the home page. But in the mean time, if you'd like, here is my twitter if you want to follow. I'm new there too so there's not much going on.

http://twitter.com/jake_whritenour

Other than that I am currently watching Star Wards on Spike TV. In less than an hour is my girlfriends birthday aaand the Lost finale...thanks a lot. Luckily she's a fan<3

Embers begin to Glow

Good morning, well afternoon but it's still morning for me. I will post my first piece of writing now. If you like Lost and you like poetry then this is for you.


“Hearts and Minds”

This is a special night for you and I.
We shared our first kiss and love.
But that was before we got here.
And before I was drugged.
It made me think you were endangered,
by the mysterious black cloud.
Then I saved you but it wasn’t far behind.
I heard it clanking, roaring, and chirping as it came close.
It was dark and rumbling. All I could see was fear.
The Monster grabbed you, it tore you apart.
I held your shredded body in my arms.
It tore us apart.
I blamed the man who drugged me.
But he told me it was my imagination.
It’s what I wanted to see.
I felt relieved from what it showed me.
You were gone, I was free from you.
And I felt relieved.

Fanning the Fire

Well that break didn't last long, I have nothing else to do really. I'll be posting some things I've written eventually, probably the next post. Also, I'm getting used to these blog things, I kinda know what I'm doing. I'll have to get someone else to put up fancy pictures because I have no idea how to code.

I just saw the new Shrek movie, it was cute and a little sad in some parts but I didn't cry. I don't think it'll be the last movie; it really didn't seem like an ending. Plus Shrek just got its own star on the Hollywood walk of fame so why stop at four movies?

Anyways, what else should I say? Oh yea, if you don't understand my post titles they have some relation to fire (because of the blog title) so far the blog is growing like a flame, except not as hot.

Glancing Rocks to Start the Sparks

This is my first ever blog post (hooray to whoever cares). I am currently watching Jimmy Kimmel Live to watch Damon Lindelof and Carlton Cuse, two people I admire greatly. In a couple of days my favorite TV show (Lost) is coming to an end...but it's been a wonderful run. So I guess I'll be posting more later because I need to start my Lost marathon before Sunday. Check ya later.