Saturday, December 14, 2013

a poem: Trees



Trees

EJ McNellan

April 20th, 1999
I was 5 years old
when the world was shattered
by the sound of a click
and a piercing paroxysm
in a place where books, not bullets, belonged
13 taken

July 20th, 2012
The utterance of that date
sends chills down spines
I was the age of the Columbine victims
and it hit too close to home
I felt the force of the flame
burn the edge of my bubble
Where was Batman?
12 taken

December 14th, 2012
Wounds not yet healed
still seeping
festering
when our children
Our children
the age I was
when our world was awoken
by wilting Columbines
were plucked from space like a burst bubble on a freckled nose
so easily
whisked away
by a wild wind
a wind silent until it shakes the walls
strong enough to break bridges and buildings
But where does the wind come from?
20 innocents
6 angels
and the carefree routines
of 40 devastated protectors
taken

December 13th, 2013
One day less
than a year from tragedy
and a girl
called by the same name as my blood bound sister
feels the fiery force
and messes the covers
of a bed
in a hospital
 where one more bed could have stayed made
her life
rustles in the wind
fragile as an autumn leaf

51 feathers flown
51 bubbles burst
51 fires extinguished
by such little force
and I watch
the nation cry
distraught
by the power of the wind

A wind that surrounds me
Too close for comfort
Why doesn’t the wind want me?
I wonder
When will the wind want me?
the thought sends chills down spines

But
we can plant trees
I waver
and surround our flames with trees

 Let us plant trees

For trees will block the wind
and together, we can plant trees

And surrounded by wood
we will waver no longer with the force of the wind


Friday, January 18, 2013

"A Prayer"



"May God break my heart so completely that the whole world falls in."

-Mother Teresa






Saturday, December 29, 2012

"Skeletal"


"The Bear Within Me"

This one seemed a bit Christmasy.. so I had to post before the holiday season is over! :'(



..and when the boy closed his eyes on that dark winter's night, as flurries of snow enveloped him and the bitter air clawed at his lungs, he imagined himself as a mighty bear whose strength and power could overcome any misery...






Thursday, December 27, 2012

"Passion"



While I'm dancing on stage, sometime after warmth has flooded my muscles but before the onset of muscle aches, a chill runs through my body sending currents through my spine and electrifying the performance. In that moment, I swear that my body, mind, and soul are unified in a fiery burst of sparks lighting the dark abyss of existence.

-B

"Dreaming"





He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heaven's embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
William Butler Yeats



As the new year rolls around...

...I was scrolling through some old comments and I couldn't help but smile at what kind readers I have! It means more than you would think to hear nice feedback from a positive community of bloggers out there in cyberspace. Although posting lighthearted narrations is quite entertaining, lately, I have lost a lot of motivation for this blog. I've really felt no inspiration to write cheesy anecdotes. I have, however, had a few spurts of inspiration as far as my art. For a while, I thought that the art I was making didn't match this blog, so I felt that I couldn't mix the two. However, I've decided that what this blog once was does not need to restrict what it could be. Therefore, this blog is going through a slight transformation. I'm hoping to post more art than text in the coming weeks.

Thomas Merton once said, "Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time."

Sometimes when I'm drawing, I imagine myself wandering within a dark thicket of trees, or wading through the murky waters of an everglade. I always concoct images that exist in a time and place apart from this one. In order to draw, I quite regularly try to lose myself in an entirely different world. But sometimes, I find that the faraway places that I imagine are those which feel closest to home.

I think drawing from the imagination is quite therapeutic--and it need not simply be for children.

-B

Thursday, June 14, 2012

STORE!! And cool guy.

Hello friends,

I have great news!! I am proud to announce that I have officially opened a store! Now I warn you, it is still very much "in progress," but I'll try to let you know when new things go up!! You all should go check it out and buy things. If you don't want to buy anything, you should tell all of your friends just in case they want to buy things. And if none of them want to buy things, you should advertise all over every social media site you are part of just in case anybody around the world wants to buy things. BUY THINGS!!!!

Without further ado, here is the link!

www.zazzle.com/beebeesblogstore

Go crazy!

Also, my sister shared with me an incredible art blog that you all should check out here: http://johnkenn.blogspot.com/.  I completely adore his art, creativity, and ability. Even though it's totally creepy, I am completely inspired by it.  Wow.

OK.

Peace out home dawgs

Saturday, May 12, 2012

I AM A WINNER!

I love sleepless nights when I find random people on the internet who are just as weird and potentially unstable as me! That's why I am going to 1. Thank woody for presenting me with such a prestigious award and 2. Award this award to another award-worthy blog. I know this is long overdue; luckily there aren't fees for overdue award-giving like there are for overdue library books.


YAY I feel so loved.  I have absolutely no idea what this is for.  As far as I know it could be for the most pathetic blog that still has followers, or the blog that has unnecessary "awesomes" written all over the page, but I am going to make a positive assumption that it is really for the coolest blog ever that has yet to be discovered by the masses.

Just looked it up, and I am SO right on the mark.


When I went to see who I followed who seemed to fit in this category, I honestly had a hard time with it. Most of my favorite blogs are people who have at least 1,000 followers.  I need to get out there! I need to meet new people! Living in the realm of the internet is anti-social enough, I need to be social in my world of anti-social!

Anyway, I decided to award this award to just one blog, which is Leauxra's blog at www.doesthismakemybloglookfat.blogspot.com.  She's pretty awesome due to the fact that she enjoys writing about trolls and such, lives in the beautiful state of Colorado just like me, and likes drawing comics. I love the way she writes and tells stories... you should all check her out!

CONGRATS LEAUXRA!

P.S. I turn to you, trusty followers. Any advice on some fantastic blogs flying under the radar? I will greatly appreciate it!





Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Future Husbands

Funnily enough, my writing skills increase exponentially when I am exhausted, which is why I am writing this post when my brain hurts, my eyes are blurry, and all I want to do is catapult myself into a full-on coma. It's all for you.


As a teenage girl, I have a tendency to have crushes on famous people. Just like any teenage girl.

As a completely off-the-wall teenage girl, I also have a tendency to make long, unnecessary, slightly creepy lists of attractive men who I believe to be my future husbands.  Sort of like a hit list, except much less foreboding.  And a lot less dangerous.  Allegedly. 

It started with just one future husband... But then I started discovering more and more men that seemed worthy of my hand in marriage. Soon the list became exceedingly long. Considering most of these men are older than me... and I'm really not a fan of polygamy... I realize that this list is quite unnecessary, but as we all know, totally satisfying.

So here's my list of future husbands.

1. First place goes to the man that made me create this list: my darling Chris Martin, also known as the lead singer of Coldplay.

Other than his piercing blue eyes, stunning good looks, and heck-of-a-lot-of cash, Chris has an incredibly adorable way of making interviews hilariously funny with his weird-ass answers to normal questions.  Like seriously, go look up Chris Martin interviews. I'm pretty sure that the reason he became my future husband was because I felt an oddly innate connection to him due to our similarly strange sense of humor. He is fairly odd. AND I LOVE IT.

Unfortunately, these things stand in my way:


Ugh. Wives and children are overrated. And those children... is it just me or are they annoyingly cute?  I can just imagine their screechy little voices... "ehh i'm so cute and Chris Martin-y, and my dad can write a #1 hit song in the McDonald's drive-thru... ehh my life is perfect ehhh"

Psh, who needs that, Chris Martin?

What you do need, on the other hand, is ME.

Anyway.

Number two on the hot list (Get it? Hit list, hot list...?) is....
Danny O'Donoghue!! (Lead singer of The Script)

Ah.. his name is so freaking adorable. I need not go on. But I will, because his face is even adorable-er.


I sense an interesting pattern: European lead-singers for famous bands.

But gosh he's so darn cute and Irish.

He makes me want to squeeze kittens and sing in sob-screaming soprano to his deep, heartfelt love songs.





Ok three.
BEN AFFLECK.
I put that in italics and all-caps because his name must be said in a whispery, sensual manner each time it is spoken. BEN AFFLECK. 


And when you say his name you have to make this face:



"BEN AFFLECK"




And imagine this man:


BEN AFFLECK is just hot. Really that's why he's on the list. Not every man can pull off such a look. Tyra Banks would be proud of his professional smise.

BEN AFFLECK also has a wife and a handful of kids, but I've come to terms with the fact that my future husband will possibly/most likely have wives and children hanging about. That does not make me any less determined to continue with my plan.  The more the merrier! In fact, I'll just sleep in the basement. Alone. Squeezing my cats. Being the third wheel ain't that bad...

Next on the list...
four...

Jesse Williams.




What's cookin', good lookin'?

I'm pretty sure if I ever met Jesse Williams and used that pick-up line, I would immediately be shot down by his blue smising glare.

I wish I was your coronary artery, so I could be wrapped around your heart.

No? That doesn't work either? Ok.

Well, other than the fact that this beautiful hunk of man-meat plays a starring doctor on my favorite TV show of the century "Grey's Anatomy," he also used to be a high school teacher.

Yes, I said it. A high school teacher.


This would be me in his class:



I was trying to say "you're hot" but your hotness distracted me.

Are you a library card? Because I'd like to check you out.

No? No good? Ok.

Five.

Dave Welsh.



Although I would totally marry all four of these guys at the same time, I'm specifically talking about Dave, the one on the far right. Mainly because he is an epic guitarist of the Fray and he can ROCK that orange hat and indie glasses.

Considering I also rock glasses of this caliber of awesomeness (the word "rock" is questionable, but "attempt to pull off" definitely fits) I am totally prepared to not only be his loving wife, but also match his every outfit. We'll be like twins.

I love you Dave Welsh...


Six.
Ok this is going to come as a surprise considering the long line of soulful musicians, but the next man on the list is totally...


VERNON DAVIS.

Wow. What an epic photo. Even he probably thinks he's a hunk.

Ok, I admit that football players aren't usually my type, but this man right here is. Why, you may ask?
Because when I was reluctantly watching football with my dad last year, I witnessed a beautiful moment when Vernon began crying like a baby after catching a winning touchdown.

He cried like this:

And hugged his coach like this:




As I sat there like this:



Dear Vernon,
Be my hubby, you sensitive, teddy-bear man.
Love,
Your Fellow Crier

We will have super sensitive children together.

And thus, we are brought to my final future husband,

Marko.

Who knows what his last name is, but who really cares?


Star dancer on "So You Think You Can Dance," Marko is probably the cutest man to ever set foot on the dancing stage.

And he was really cute when he kissed his partner:



And he's sort of epic.


I WILL DANCE WITH YOU MARKO



Somehow I don't think I would look as cool.







Saturday, May 5, 2012

"Journey of Hope"

A little different post than usual; here's a graphic novel that I wrote! Hope you enjoy!










Thursday, February 23, 2012

Wolves are taking over.

Hello all!

So, it's the second day of our little happiness challenge! How are you all holding up?

Surprisingly, I have not missed Facebook a bit.  "Sweets" on the other hand, have been more of a challenge, mainly because I had a hard time figuring out what is truly defined as a "sweet."  I kept pulling things out from the fridge and asking my mom, "Does orange juice count?  What about yogurt? Can I eat granola bars?"  I finally decided that I'm not trying to cut ALL sugar from my diet, just desserts.  So, if I look at the item and decide "Yes I would eat that for dessert," then I don't eat it.  Everything else is just fine to eat.

On another note, looky here!



It's a wolf shirt. And not just any wolf shirt. It's my wolf shirt.

When I wanted to buy it, my mom and I had a bit of a disagreement.

Me: "Hey mom, do you mind if I use your credit card on Amazon to buy something?"

Mom: "What is it?"

Me: "An awesome wolf shirt."

Mom: *looks* You have got to be kidding me.

Me: What! No, I'm serious! Look, read the reviews.

Mom: *reads* 


Real customer reviews by real customers:

"It is almost blasphemic to use mortal words to describe this garment. A product that carries within it the power of not one, but three times the wolf intensity. I purchased this shirt (legally must be called so, although it more closely resembles armor) after months of debating how to survive taking tank rounds to the chest. Once equipped with this modern day chain-mail, I slammed a Rockstar and was well on my way to becoming more creature than man. I bolted out the door leaving a trail of fire and wolf fibers behind me as I was ready to take on any challenge the world threw my way." 

"Since adorning this garment a fateful two days ago my life has undergone a remarkable metamorphosis. I have grown by three foot, attained a heightened sense of smell, sprouted a silvery mane, accurately charted the position stars, navigated long distances underwater, experienced emotions far greater than what I had wrongly assumed to be happiness, learnt to read, eaten a cat, and successfully eluded its owner. Basically I cannot recommend this thing enough."

(I'm not kidding. These are real reviews. Like, no joke. Go look for yourself)


Mom:  You realize that they are being sarcastic... because that shirt is awful, right?

Me:  Mom! 

Mom: I am not letting you buy that on my account. 

Me: Mo-om!

Mom: Go ask your dad for  his credit card.

Me: Mo-o-om!

Then I went and showed my dad and he seemed much more enthusiastic, although his only concern was, "what's on the back?"

Mooore wolves, father.  Many more wolves.

ANYWAY, I'm procrastinating (or rather, warming up) for an essay that I have to write about Irish history.  It's been a while since I've written an essay like this so I thought I'd get my creative juices flowing by writing on my blog.  Unfortunately, I don't think wolves will be a very good choice of topic...

Wish me luck!