Let Freedom Reign
Citizens, let freedom reign
Veterans guard our domain
A hero you are again
You fought with strength through the pain
You defended our campaign
For the freedom we maintain
We honor and remember,
You semper, let freedom reign.
<3 Toe Toe
When I posted my first blog, I talked about the final goal of playing in November and playing in Memorial Stadium. This has become a reality. I and have severely improved and am I a valuable asset on the team. We play Wahoo, and I'm confident. Roll Cards.
Friday Night Lights
Friday Night Lights are filled with cool winds, dark skies, and big smiles.
The bright lights shine on the red and white jerseys as they move swiftly down the field.
Poms in hand and eye black on cheeks with posters in the air.
Friday Night Lights are memories that last a life time.
Much love- WWJD<3
Snow Day!
I just looked out the window,
To see a yard full of snow!
The shiny sun makes the sun glow.
Just wait, you already know.
It’s, time to make cookie dough,
And sit and sip some hot cocoa!
It is such a perfect day.
Just to stay home, and not go.
Love
There cannot be any shove
All you need is from above
Where He sends a pretty dove
There could be a lack thereof
Maybe you are not beloved
Perhaps you may need a glove
To go down to a diamond
For a thousand years of love
Soul
Sweat was pouring down my face.
The hill almost looked like a mountain,
and water was not an option at this moment.
Walking was needed to get up this hill,
so I walked.
Closer and closer to the top I got.
Reaching the top of the “mountain”,
opened up a canvas of beauty…
Lush, green fields of crops with spraying pivots cooling the plants.
Rolling hills and with busy traffic on the highway,
although the traffic could not be heard.
A slight breeze was blowing through and rustled the leaves in the nearby trees.
You could even see beyond the horizon.
Cross Country practice didn’t seem like an eternity anymore,
it felt like an adventure in an unknown land.
- JesusLover1
Sometimes I feel like a bag of Skittles,
A bunch of colors all scrambled together inside one little bag of delicious chaos.
But, sometimes ideas click in my head.
With a satisfying snap like a Kit-Kat.
And when everything finally makes sense that's really the biggest Pay-Day.
Cause otherwise you feel like a Warhead
Like you're at war with yourself.
Or maybe you just feel like a bag of Dum Dums.
No matter what, if you feel lost, look to the Milky Way and wish on a star.
- : )
One day without my hearing. I miss my Dateline episode and whatever characters I’m barely listening to anyway. I long for my niece yelling, “Nat Nat!” as I get home from a rough day. I want to hear my dad’s pointless stories that he will probably repeat until I get annoyed. I wish I could hear my brother’s voice on the phone when I call for no reason. I can’t stop thinking of the sounds I fail to hear. The dogs I don’t like, or my bird chirping at night.
One day without my hearing puts me at risk. How would I know if someone was behind me? What if an alarm goes off and I am unaware? What do I do if someone has something of extreme importance to tell me? What about the friends that can’t talk to me? Will they still want me?
-Bug
Two-Sentence Horror Story: Returning from my vacation I heard a “How was it?” from the corner of my apartment. I live alone.
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Warning: THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS ONE MINOR GRAPHIC DEPICTION OF VIOLENCE, AS WELL AS SOME (Censored on School Version) PROFANITY AT THE END. MINOR DRUG + ALCOHOL REFERENCES AT THE BEGINNING.
Funny Bit: I started this story with the name Nathan already chosen. Parents are going to see Nathan Bargatze perform standup in a couple weeks, and I subconsciously added his last name (misspelt) as Bargetzi, as I felt the “main” character needed a last name for the interrogation scene and the ending.
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*CLICK*
Wed. Nov 1 (10:34 p.m.):
SUBJECT 18: Nathan Bargetzi. For your information, this session IS being recorded. Can you tell us what happened?
I-I don’t really know. Me, Toby, and Josh were just out on the lake, listening to music, and having a few drinks. I’m not g-gonna lie, Toby might’ve had a few too many to drink. He, well, he wasn’t acting quite right. But not drunk, really, m-more so, I don’t know, floaty? He wasn’t really with us, and, well, we hadn’t smoked anything that night. I mean, it was there, but we hadn’t lit any of it up.
Okay, continue. Did Toby have anything earlier in the day?
No, no, Toby, I mean, he wasn’t ever really into, well, smoking. Like, he would have it when he was with us, but he…he never had any when he was by himself, just as a, uh, a social thing. And either way, he was talking to us just fine, laughing and such, then, all of a sudden, he just stood up and looked across the lake.
Tues. Oct 31 (11:36 p.m)
Toby: “He-ey, do you, *cough*, do you guys see that over there?”
Nathan: “No Tobes, what’re you seeing?”
Toby: “Oh, just that girl over there. She’s, uhm, she’s pretty.”
Josh: “What girl, Toby? Is your imaginary girlfriend back again?” *chuckles*
Toby: “No, uh, no Josh, she’s not, and anyway, that was back in the …the 4th-grade man, *cough*, we’re 17 now, I-I ain’t pretended that for years now. Nate, you see her? Across the lake?”
Nathan: “Naw, I don’t, uh, really see anyone. H-ll, I can hardly see across the lake, what’re you seeing?”
Toby: “I already, I already told you both what I’m seeing. You, you should get your d-mn hearing checked Nate. Just, look at her. She’s, so, so pretty.” *steps towards lake*
Nathan: “Tobes, where are you going there bud? We’ve all *hic*, had a bit much to drink, you, you should back away from that pier.”
Josh: “Yeah, it, it ain’t funny no more. And ‘sides that, you, you can’t swim Toby. ‘Member that time I pushed ya in the pool this summer?” *nervous laugh*
Toby: “NO! That’s not, *cough*, that’s not what she’s telling me. She’s telling me to come to ’er *slurring*. And, her, her voice, it’s so beautiful. But her singing, it, it won’t get out of my head. I gotta… I gotta meet her Nate. Why can’t you see her Nate? SHE’S RIGHT THERE D-MN IT!”
Nathan: “TOBY! Get off the f----ing pier! It, it ain’t funny anymore!”
Josh: “Toby, don’t–” *chuckle* “Don’t make me get my g-n out the truuu…ck.” *slumps off*
Nathan: “Josh! Wake up! This ain’t the time to fall asleep!”
Toby: “Josh’ll be fine, Nate, she’s already come to talk, *cough*, talk with him. But, I, I gotta swim to her. She says she’ll guide me. She’ll keep me safe. My god, her voice, it’s, it’s so pretty. Everything about her is so d-mn pretty…”
Wed. Nov 1 (10:42 p.m.)
Nathan! Come back to us, please.
I’m sorry, I-I was just thinking back a bit more. Sorry. I’m here now.
Can you tell us anything about the person you say Toby saw? What did they look like?
I-I’ll try. I don’t remember much, other t-than she, I mean, it. It wasn’t human. There’s no d-mn way that thing was human. I-I remember Toby said she was…
Tues Oct 31 (11:44 p.m.)
Toby: “… she’s got light blonde hair, and those blue, *cough*, blue eyes. They’re, they’re shining, Nate. I g-gotta meet her, I just gotta.”
Nathan: *glances toward the water* “Toby! What the f--k is that? Get the h-ll away from the water. That’s not a p-person, I don’t know what it is, but you gotta get away from it. I-I’m gonna get Josh’s g-n!”
Josh: “Mmm? Don’t, no, Nate. It’sss MY g-n.” *slumps, hard*
Nathan: “Josh! Wake up! T-this ain’t the time to play games. WAKE UP! I’m getting the g-g-n. TOBY, GET BACK FROM THE WATER! It’s gonna grab you!”
Toby: “Nate? What, uh, what am I doing here? *hand grabs his ankle* Sh-t! Help me, Nate! HELP!
Wed. Nov 1 (10:47 p.m.)
What happened then, Nathan?
I dunno really. I ran to grab the g-n from Josh’s truck, and the door wouldn’t open. It never does on that d-mn truck. When I finally jammed it open and turned around Josh, he was, he was dead… throat s-slashed right the f--k open. And then I saw it again. Receding into the water like a f----ing coward. A COWARD, I TELL YOU! It k-lled Josh and Toby, and it just slithered away.
Nathan! We’re going to have to ask you to calm down. We know it’s hard, but just try, please.
Okay. o-okay. I-I’ll try. I grabbed the g-n, and I started shooting at the thing. It didn’t even flinch. It just looked at me, and I saw it. Its reptilian face started to meld into this beautiful girl. Amber eyes, brown hair. I, I looked away, and just got in the truck and drove off. I didn’t know what to do, I mean… Josh was dead, and Toby was dead or dying. I couldn’t do anything about it.
Okay, Nathan. I think you’ve given us all we need. Officer Di’marco will escort you out. We’ll be in touch.
O-okay. Thanks? I guess?
*BANG!*
SUBJECT 18: Nathan Bargetzi. Witness terminated, please retain feedback. 10-4?
10-4. Nathan Bargetzi is terminated. Please correspond.
Okay. Di’marco. Get Units 17-21 out to the lake. Dispose of SUBJECT 18 at the following location…
*CLICK*
Something Across the Water - a short story composed in around an hour. If you don’t know what the profanity is, well, too bad. Thanks for reading.
Work of Schrodinger's Katze
Made On: Monday, Oct 30 - Tuesday, Oct 31
Final Version + Censored: Nov 1
2023
Where I am From
I am from stuffed animals and halters
From John Deere spray and Hocus Pocus
I am from the long gone crab apple tree and maroon window panes
It felt like heaven on earth
I am from the boxelder in the front lawn
The volunteer bush that covered the volleyball poles
An eyesore to some, but a centerpiece to me
I’m from the family holidays and ginger hair
From Eva Trausch and Irene Wellensiek
And Harvey Maricle
I’m from the Sunday morning church after parties and
Icing cookies with my cousins
From “Did you hear what happened to the boy who cried wolf?” and
“Goodnight, sleep tight. Don’t let the bedbugs bite!”
I’m from rosaries and Sunday morning mass
I’m from Albion, Ireland, and Luxembourg
Wagon wheels and corn beef
From almost burning the house down
To Cody almost burning the house down
To Carson almost burning the house down
The finger that Carson chopped off in the grain vac
I’m from the Salber pasture
The original settlers of Boone
The 4 corners
I’m from these
Experiences,
Places, and
People,
This is where I am from.
Everything is getting so busy. Playoff football, ACT Saturday, homework, and quizzes coming out of my ears, ugh. I'll make it, I always do. Just tired. Tired of constant stress, bills, anxiety, and overthinking. I know it will all work out though. It always does.
O clock in your mechanical form,
In your eternal state, you tick tick away.
Your tiny, fashioned wings go round and round,
Reminding us of every moment that passes.
You force us to make quick decisions,
And, in a flash, our lives change forever.
From dawn to dusk, you whisk away,
The diminishing time limit on our brief lives.
You stare down at our every move,
Like an angel watching over us from room to room.
Searching for a moment of pure serendipity,
In a world full of extraordinary circumstances.
As a carousel shows a collection of time,
So does the clock.
For if only it could speak,
O the stories it could tell.
O clock let your hourglass run free,
Because the only thing stopping my life,
Is the internal tick inside me.
to the hand on my back, the head on my shoulder, and to the text for just checking up. I'll never not miss you even when you're just a few steps away.
I'll never know the last day I even get to say hey, I want you to know that I love you and I never want the day to come when I can't tell you that to your face. As your daughter, I'm glad I have someone as amazing as you to call mom.
-s
It’s funny how we automatically say nothing. It’s just the easiest answer. We think nothing of it. Nothing, Nothing, Nothing. Response to just another mindless wyd text. They don’t really want to know. Just acting as if they care. But how do you explain why your life is so bare?
It’s funny how if they changed the words to their three-letter text and maybe asked me about my day I would actually say. But nobody wants to hear the whole deal or feel the heartbreak I feel. So maybe I’ll just go with nothing instead.
-Bug
“Nothing to do” during the summer looks like…
Reading a book in the shade of my house.
Putting a sprinkler underneath our trampoline.
Going for a bike ride through town and on the trail.
Creating an obstacle course in our backyard.
Going to our farm and helping my Dad.
Traveling to our grandparents and spending time with them.
“Nothing to do” during the fall looks like…
Taking a walk in the cool afternoon with my Mom.
Opening the windows and watching a movie.
Turning on our electric fireplace and eating supper by it.
Roasting marshmallows on our fireplace under the stars.
Making a cup of hot chocolate and watching more movies.
Going to a pumpkin patch with my family and making memories.
“Nothing to do” during the winter looks like…
Cuddling up inside with blankets and watching some movies.
Sleeping by the Christmas tree when it is getting closer to Christmas time.
Going sledding when the fields are full of snow.
Traveling to the mountains to go on a family ski trip.
Making a cup of hot chocolate and making gingerbread houses.
Taking a trip to my Grandparent’s farm to spend time with them.
“Nothing to do” during the spring looks like…
Opening the windows to hear the rain falling peacefully.
Baking cookies with my Mom.
Reading a book by the open windows.
Going for a walk in the cool afternoons.
Helping my Mom do chores around the house.
Thinking about what to do when summer comes.
Jesuslover1
Nothing To Do Poem
Ughhhhhhhh!
I’m BORED!
What do I do?
Homework? … When is it due? … Thursday? … No, it can wait.
Study? … Test is Friday? … I’ll study on Wednesday and Thursday.
Read? … Maybe?
Watch a series? … I’ll probably never finish it.
Watch a movie? … Not that one, not that one, ew, definitely not, etc… Yes! This one is
Perfect!
Should I ask a friend to watch? … Are they busy?
Ugh! No more popcorn!
Go to town? …What do I get? What sounds good?
My crew would do all of my work while I sat and drank coconut water. I would make all of my enemies walk the plank. Then my ship will run into Caption Hooks (From Once Upon a Time. Killian Jones). We will fall in love and then sail the rest of our days together on high seas.
--ALG
