Here's looking at you, kid

For someone who needs it,

It's been a rough couple of days. You know what's been done, and you know what you need to do. You don't need me to tell you, but I will say it again. You are stronger than you know, and you will find your way. I can't make anything better, but I'll be around if you need it. "If only life were made of moments, even now and then a bad one. But if life were made of moments, then we'd never know we had one." 2015 is just around the corner and it's yours for the taking. I know you will make it spectacular, here's looking to you, kid.


--T.F.

Midnight Stumblings of a Teenage Boy

           Ok. So I’ll be honest. I am bored out of my mind. Literally I think I just saw a squirrel, wait what, sorry. Like I was saying. This is my point. I can’t think. Because I am exhausted. But knowing I would be this way I decided to have a large iced coffee at like 8 or so. Because I could. Absolutely 100% worth it. If only because I was wide awake enough to actually write this. Anyways, I couldn’t think of anything better to do with my time (because neglecting homework is my strong suit).

            Anyhow, I thought it time to begin writing again. Maybe I can convince myself to set up a schedule for the summer or something. Like once, maybe twice a week. We will see how that goes. But, back to the main point of this post. There is no point. So for part one I will share something I discovered once again tonight.

            There is nothing like good chocolate. And I mean it. It doesn’t seem to matter what mood you are in, where you are, when you have it. It is the perfect moment at that very second. Even thinking about it is wonderful. So yea. Speaking of, I will return in a moment of three after eating some chocolate—and that was completely worth it. I prefer dark chocolate, but even a small good amount of milk can be just the right thing for a midnight snack. You know I just realized how perfect this section is, I am writing a post from the perspective of a teenage boy (because that’s the only one I know?) and I wrote about food. Classic.

            As I type this I am now filling in space that was once occupied by other words, other letters, other meanings. But I erased all of it. Why? Because I felt like it. Because to me those lines were exploratory, but not permanent. They didn’t way what I wanted. So I took them away, but that made me think of a poem that I wrote. And I mean it is 12:21 (super cool number because it reads forwards and back the same way) so why not share a poem.

            Inspiration

            Inspiration.
            That’s a big word.
            It’s almost like a star

            Or maybe it’s a ship,
            A mighty ship,
            That sails surging seas.

            Or maybe it’s a demon,
            An awesome demon,
            Demonstrating distinct power.

            Or could it be a man?
            A hulking man,
            Masculinely marching on.

Or maybe it’s just a word.
A fun word to explore,
Witnessing worlds we never once wondered of.  

So there’s that. And now for my final stumble of the night, because the caffeine is wearing off. And I have to be up at 6. Which you will see when I post this in the morning because I don’t have internet right now. I’m glad I can claim to be back, and I hope I keep this up. And hey. If I am actually writing, spread the word dudes and dudettes.

Much love. Godspeed.

T.F.

To lazy to really give it a title…

Wow. This is my problem, I sit down to write (on the one night I have a reasonable amount of homework and therefore actually have the ability to do so) and cannot think of a single thing to say. Let's see, Boys Varsity Basketball won, JV Boys lost (sorry Mike), Varsity Boys hockey spanked St. Thomas More 11-0 (#yikes)* and it is @#$%@&# freezing outside. 

But to you why does it matter. It shouldn't. I try to be inspirational, I mean seriously let's take a moment and remember the overarching title of my blog. So I try. But I don't have anything to really say that will make you cry, or make you laugh because we all know if you are looking for true entertainment simply click on this link and your joy awaits you -----> http://forlackofasmartername.blogspot.com . So what can I say? 

Well I can say this much: I'm ok not having anything to report. For once that is really a good thing. 

I can honestly say that something is going right in the world. 

…

Seriously I just went on a writing adventure. I think I had four, equally cheesy/trying-too-hard to be inspirational, ideas just pump through my head. I'm not sure I can take another one without vomiting all over myself in punishment. #Tooclose** So I wonder, as I remind myself that South Park is on tonight and I do have homework left, maybe I should start getting topic ideas from other people, then I might not be such a cheese fest. Because next time I'll make sure to daa-ble check. 

Godspeed

-T.F. 

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*Hi. I'm Tiernan I've been addicted to #hashtags for about two months. "Hi, Tiernan" 

**I think I might actually need to see someone about this

"You Are Treading on Dangerous Territory There"

To write or not to write, that is the question. 

Whether tis nobler in my head to suffer the slings 

And arrows of outrageous blog posts or 

To take arms against a sea of silliness and by opposing stop writing. 

To die, to write, no more, and by write 

we mean to say the blog, aye there's the rub

To die, to write, to write, perchance to craft 

for what words my come when we have shuffled off 

this mortal toil must give us pause. 

Ok enough. I'm out. But that was fun while it lasted.

I declared at the dinner table tonight that I was going to mock Shakespeare in my next blog post. The title is what I was told after making that declaration. I had to clarify and refine my declaration to that of a mocking with the utmost respect. Because in reality, I couldn't ever do what Shakespeare did. Regardless of who the "actual" person was, the man who wrote under the name Shakespeare was a genius (if you don't know what I am talking about, the internet exists for a reason: conspiracy theories. So look it up). And so naturally I went with arguably the most famous piece of verse ever crafted (besides the bible) in Hamlet's "To Be" speech. Because who doesn't love degrading famous works to low down foolery. But here's what got me thinking. My own works are intended with as much a purpose as Hamlet or Sonnet 22 was. Mine mean something different to me, but that does not make them any lower. So in reality I am achieving what Shakespeare did. So I must be treading dangerously. Because if someone actually discovers my works, well who knows. O'Rourke may be the name of the next hundred years. Or not. 

Godspeed

-T

"To My Love"

Alright I have have "lifted" the title. Because I had to.

Claire,

You were in your element tonight. You shone up on that stage like, well, someone who was at their happiest moment could. Your choreography was wonderful and very powerful and those lines were great. So yes. All this is, is a congratulatory post. Well done love.

-T.F.

Reflection

Reflection

I send my gaze to the glassy pool beside me

As the canopy of stars envelops my mind and the chilled air fills my lungs.
Muttering every so subtly, the figure stares back at me, daring a closer look

Not a single moment breaks the pane of so intent a glare.
On and on the figure taunts me, but all I see is the face.
The silence holds onto a still face, ready to be broken by a single touch.

And yet the face I see looks normal,
Like any other face I’ve seen it seems fine, but with every look I grow uneasy
Relentlessly I try to splash at the water got what lies below
In that moment the face is gone and my hand cannot close
Grating my teeth as my hand retreats, the figure returns to normal.
Holding onto myself I look again, the figure smirks at me
That which he hides below is too difficult to see.

Over and over I squeeze my hand, hoping the pain will die
Never again will I try so hard to reach beyond
Lest I hurt myself again, but this time more damaging.
Yet I try and try to stare at this figure and see

As the stars begin to fade, and my mind begins to calm

Remedies seem close at hand
Each and every thought reminds me of my pain but
For brief moments I stare and see nothing
Life returns to normal, the thoughts slow down, the figure stops staring
Externally I look fine, I feel fine
Clarity comes into my head and I stand to leave
The next time I return to the fountain I’ll know
I only saw simplicity
Onward I moved away.
Now, darkness. 

The only reason to have a blog anyways....

Yep.

As you can guess, the title suggest something about my blog. It is the ultimate procrastination tool. Because I could be reading Hamlet right now. I could be working on precalculus. And I could be doing all sorts of things. Instead I am writing on a blog read by maybe 5 people. But hey at least you guys get the message, right?

So yea. I guess I could say I'm back? (Along with CK of course this makes the boyS part). So yes. Maybe for once in my life I will be able to commit to something. Or not.

I'm going to try, just for you. So yea, feel special about yourself...because I feel special about myself now (it's that warm kind of egotism that you get when you know you did something right and earned brownie points with the white-bearded guy upstairs, doesn't it make you so happy?).

Enjoy while this lasts, because hey you never know how long it will be.
Kind of like your life.

Godpseed,
T.F.