campity camp camp camp

Blistering in the cracks,

the twisted black promise

drips with salt.

Double back, lock, fly,

"Don't look down."

Weathered trust reaches down;

wearied faith reaches up.

Calm whispers lilt over the shoulders . . .

loosen the fear rusted at the hips.

Red, clip, step off.

xx

Hill

summer books 2013

The infamous summer book list for Hillary. Only completed one so far! Camp might slow down the process but I'm hoping to get through at least half. 

BOOK LIST SUMMER '13

1. The Shining- Stephen King

2. Joyland - Stephen King

3. Until the End - Christopher Pike

4. Have A Little Faith - Mitch Albom

5. Bones of Betrayal - Jefferson Bass

6. After the Funeral - Agatha Christie

7. A Study in Scarlet and the Sign of Four-Arthur Conan Doyle

8. The Princess Bride - William Goldman

9. Lock & Key - Sarah Dessen

10. This Side of Paradise - F. Scott Fitzgerald

11. Henrietta Lacks (FRESH START :( )

12. Eat, Pray, Love - Elizabeth GIlbert

13. The Hobbit-J.R.R. Tolkien

14. Killer's Kiss - R. L. Stine

15. Something Wicked This Way Comes - Ray Bradbury

16. The Naming of the Dead - Ian Rankin

17. Extras - Scott Westerfeld

18. Endless Night - Agatha Christie

19. The Stones We Carried - Stacey Pardoe
20. Mere Christianity-C.S. Lewis
21. Let Me Be A Woman-Elisabeth Elliot
22. Captivating-John Eldredge
23. The Poisonwood Bible-Barbara Kingsolver
24. Catch 22-Joseph Heller
25. A Wrinkle In Time-Madeline L'Engle

xx

Hill

grave interests

memorial day is a day to remember soldiers we've lost in battle. a day to remember family members in the service. or just a day to remember dead friends and family.

this past memorial day my dad and i decided going on a little graveyard crawl would be fun. yes, fun. one of my creepy interests is exploring graveyards.  it's such a beautiful tradition, honouring the dead with plaques, stones, buildings, flowers. i give props to the first person who thought burial grounds were a good idea. graveyards are beautiful-and the older they are, the better. here are a few shots of our little adventure.

boarded-up chapel

mausoleum from afar

stained glass inside a mausoleum

lions guard the tomb

my great, great grandparents
 

out of death, comes life

grandpa's war memorial plate

grandpa's resting place and grandma's claimed spot

great great grandparents

great grandparents

my uncle ron

my dad's great grandparents

the chapel from the front

beautiful mausoleum

main cemetery mausoleum

love, 

hills xx

spring cleaning

I was going to post something about summer earlier this week...but I think I might just have to type up this little ditty I found in my room while doing my annual end of the school year spring cleaning :)

Random journal entry without a date (I'm approximating 8th grade on this one..) **no grammar/spelling edits**

"There are a lot of things you may not know about me.  I don't really tell everything but maybe your interested. lol. Well first off I like a lot of weird things.  I believe I should have lived back in the 1920s because I love a lot of things from back then. I'm fascinated by circus's and I like circus music and merry-go round music.  I just absolutely HATE clowns though.  I like watching all the jugglers and trapeze ppl and all the "freaks" (I don't know why I love that stuff) I also LOVE watching magic on TV and in person so I'm so fascinated by and I like to believe its real even though it isn't.  I also like reading mystery books because I like detective workd-hence the fact I like Nancy Drew games.  I could stay up for hours watching magic or nancy drew-ish type things.  I love to watch huge snow flakes fall outside very slowly but I dislike winter.  I also like to sled ride but never got a lot of chances to do it.  I also really enjoy sad-love movies that are actually worth watching and that aren't stupid (the notebook, a walk to remember) I could spend hours at an amusement park by myself or with a friend riding all the rides and rollercoasters and pigging out I would love to do that (especially at night when everything is so pretty and lit up) I've always wanted to live right on the beach and wake up every morning and put my feet in the warm sand and splash in the water and watch the sunset every night and go scuba diving.  I also think it would be very cool ro live in a lighthouse lol. I hate piano lessons yet I love playing the piano and making up songs. I like getting into really good books because I fell like I'm there and I can see everything and smell all the things that I imagine and I love having an imagination otherwards life would be boring.  I love to sing but get so nervous in front of ppl. I've always wanted to be in plays or a broadway actress but am to stage frightened."

Sometimes it's funny to look back on yourself a few years ago and see where you still stand with what you've said about yourself. Can't say much has changed here, I love how much I could find joy out of those simple pleasures while as i get older it seems to be harder to remember those little things that made me so content.

xx,
hills

sexyback

this is the first song i've officially memorized the chords and lyrics for on the guitar

it's obviously justin timberlake because he's just the best. and he's releasing a new album so i couldn't help myself.

turning pop into acoustic is hard when you suck at strumming but i tried my best-so here's my first recording.

xx

hill

and a view, with a window

if there is no discovery in your writing, there is a good chance your writing has already died.

placeless anxiety seems to be the best kind because you can do whatever you want because you learn to be uncomfortable with discomfort.

if you want to communicate pick up the phone, there are far better ways to do that than a poem.

how am i going to kill it? i will explain it.

exceptionally true or subtly false. that is spending time with the beautiful.

fiction can hold a truth because it is just a snap shot and it can be perfect.

when you find someone you love, you have to love them with truth and leave the accuracy away because that can hurt people.

thoughts from a profe and my brain, mixed together,
rach

a poem about war

Thrusting my hand into the barrel

I scrapped it off with my teeth

began chewing on gun powder

grit of regret rubs my gums raw

rows in a garden grow like soldiers

planting my feet with flowers

trying not to be strangled by weeds.

Broken glass turns to sand

castles protected by a trench

full of watered down blood.

-rach