Things I love...

June 16, 2014

Monday

11:17AM

Things I love...

Flowers: Peonies & Daisies ("...such happy flowers...")

Beverage: (Morning) Orange Juice--NO PULP (Afternoon) Apple Juice (Evening) Embellished Hot Chocolate

Weather: Occasional overcast or complete rain

Breakfast: Toast, Crepes, Sunny-Side-Up Eggs

Form of Communication: Hand-written letters

Tree: Weeping Willow

Slight Obsession: Beautiful people

Habitat: Mountains

Music: Any that evokes commotion inside me

Extreme Fetish: Rollerskating

Fascination: The planets

Nostalgia: Music of my history

Weakness: Postage stamps & envelopes

Meal: Breakfast (so awakening)

Organization: Slightly chaotic, but adequate 

Logolepsy: Fetish, eclectic, crush, creamy, prepossessing, incompetent, captivating, escapade, empathetic, crisp, seclusion, ravishing, etc... 
Tenderness: The stars
Pleasing: Pleasantly surprised

Refreshing: Morning air blown by the sunrise

Secrets: Letter box, whispers, admission chest

Enrapturing: M83
Animal: Lion & Stag (bravery above all else)
Snack: Peanut butter and anything
Weak-in-the-Knees: Captivating eyes
Patronus: Stag, Doe, or Wolf
Country: Italy
Yearning: Travel
Delightful: Warm Poppyseed muffins
Bittersweet: Finishing a book
Addicting: Conquering fears
Lovely: Fresh flowers wrapped in brown paper
Cuddle-friendly: Rain on the windows
Hogwart's house: Gryffindor
Scent: New books, freshly mowed grass, Christmas time
Season: First summer, always Autumn
Gifts: "... brown paper packages tied up with string..."
Sensation: Grass between my toes, rainy shivers up my neck, the ocean at my back, chills from something wonderful
Challenge: Puzzles 
Congenial: Washed sheets, shaved legs, a dazzling book 
Happy-beyond-measure: Writing
Sanctuary: Alone, but with life
Noises: Rain on the rooftops, turning book pages, skate blades on ice, crackling fires, summertime crickets, distant thunder, popcorn popping, four-wheelers, utter happiness from a laugh, sleepy breaths
Diverting: Ornate artwork
Of-Utmost-Importance: Authenticity 
Wonderful Competition: Card games 
Symbols: Deathly Hallows, Moon Runes, Astronomical
Planet: Saturn (the "Jewel" planet)
Concentration: Drawing & Annotating
Habit: Exhausting a newly discovered song
Time-period: 1940's or 1950's
Distracting: Humans 
Invaluable: Lunar Eclipses
Color: Blue blue blue
Handwriting: Cursive and slapdash
Reassuring: Nature walks
Tastes: salty, sweet, creamy, quality, panache
Unceasing love: Smoothies & French Fries 
Saudade: Soul-mate
Rebellion: Reading past my bedtime
Musical: The Phantom of the Opera & The Benson Clan
Craving: defensible seclusion
Tactile Sense: Shaving cream, rose petals, newspapers, a pen betwixt my fingers
Longing: Love 
Atomosphere: In the clouds of my own world
Movie Soundtrack: Dan in Real Life, Return to Me & We Bought a Zoo
Passion: Beautiful chaos, moments without artificiality, people exactly as they are
Crying: It's replenishing 
Dream: Far away places, people I've yet to meet, foods I soon will taste and adventures yet to happen.

(k.b.)

Real-Slim-Sk8ers

Rollerskating 

June 14, 2k14

3:41 PM

Recently all my friends and I have taken an extreme liking to rollerskating, specifically Disco-Skating every Saturday night and so it has become some sort of a ritual for us where we go Disco Skating every Saturday night and skate until our hearts feel skated out! I can't believe how crazy people are not to like rollerskating after taking it up after so many years of its absence! After the first night of rollerskating I wrote (in my handy-dandy-never-let-outta-my-sight-journal) 

May 26, 2014: "Rachel, Mikayla, and this really funny kid named Wilson and a few other bunches of kids and I went rollerskating on Saturday night, which by the way is indeed Disco Night and even though I haven't been skating since that tacky "Snowball" in sixth grade and I didn't even get the hang of it until towards the end, I had such a wonderful time! Now I am determined to take up rollerskating!! I'm not even kidding! It was so exhilarating to try something new and immerse myself with eclectic people all enjoying life, dancing like lunatics, and radiating their authentic spirits around the rink! Seriously, people that were really good at rollerskating were so ludicrous and passionate about rollerskating that you couldn't help but laugh and try to skate along with them! I really want to get better, so I am determined to purchase some skates (not blades, that way I can do both) this summer and it will be brilliant! We all skated our little, fleeting hearts out until midnight because it closed, but I am certain if it didn't close we would've been dancing and skating all through the night, that is how fantastic it was! Only, I fell down quite a few times and landed on my left knee every time and now have this HUGE, nasty bruise the size of Jupiter, but I love battle wounds so no complaining there! It's kind of funny how happy I was and it is definitely something I want to do again in the very near future! (like next week!!)"

And then on June 7th at 1:44 AM I wrote: "Tonight was such a liberating night. I'm not sure what exactly it is about Disco Skating, but it makes me feel so free! We all went again tonight and I must say it is beginning to become an extreme fetish of mine! I know I'm nowhere near good, but I don't care! That is the key--I don't care! I fell a few times and bruised my same left knee again--but I don't care! I never feel embarrassed when I fall (even if it's flat on my bottom!) because I am totally and completely free! I'm honestly the happiest version of myself--actually I am myself when I skate or write or talk about Harry Potter because those things make me happy. I loved talking to Caleb (this "ultra-dope" kid from American Fork we recently befriended) on the way home when Rachey fell asleep because he is real. We talked about crying, but I loved it. Tonight was free. It was like a kite without a string... There were no limits to my confidence tonight and that is when I feel myself the best. They even played my all-time favorite 80's song, "Take On Me" by: Aha! and I've never skated so fast and carefree in my entire life! Tonight was simply liberating and I've felt such happiness that not even these peeving hiccups I have now can dampen my stringless spirits! I scrunched my beautiful long hair, swept it up in a side pony with a scrunchie and did my makeup all pretty and actually felt so beautiful (yes, even in a side ponytail) I didn't even think about insecurities or worries I just lived--I lived in that beautiful care-free moment and feel alive. I love this. This is what I live for. This is what makes me--me!" (k.b.)

So as you can tell, I LOVE rollerskating now and I can't help but share my love with everyone! I've been recruiting many to come and I even show off my ultra-crazy battle wounds off just to show how crazy it can get if you really get into it! But all in all, it really makes me feel free and I'm proud to say that every time I go I get better and better and I know it is a different hobby to take up but I don't care! I love it so much! You should definitely try it if you ever feel sad or captured, it is so freeing and I seemed to find a piece of myself somewhere along that rink, but I'm keeping it with me always because I love it. I live for this. This is life and life is meant to be happy and free. 

--Real-Slim-Sk8er Member 

or just

 (k.b.)

Found Poems

May 23, 2014

Friday

10:55PM 

FOUND POEMS

Kiersten Benson

First off, a found poem can be many things. But for me, the kind of found poems you are about to read are ones that I "drew" inside an old book from the 1950's (Green Hills of Africa by: Ernest Hemingway) and they are basically words you highlight on a page and you disregard the rest and make poetry out of it. Its really creative and actually pretty easy, so here are just a few I wrote today:

"Patch of Earth"

patch of earth

newly pressed

watching

where the

handsome

everything else

spiralled

into the

 night

(see page 5)

"Have You Heard It?"

that noise of death inside

is my name. 

Where have I heard it?

In 

a long story...

Tell me, what do you think?

What do you think?

You believe it?

I cannot.

I [only] hope. 

(see page 7)

"The Man in the Fire"

I saw him

toward the fire

I had not asked him why

I do not like to ask questions

But here

we had not seen

and then to run

to have him look

to have him know your name...

(see page 9)

"Breakfast in the Dark"

Breakfast in the dark

warm promise

watching

Too early

getting

some more.

(see page 201)

"Logic"

I 

unwittingly

believed

logic

always hurt

Now, 

against

the argument

against pain

stopping to whisper

it 

all

removed myself

ahead

and opened to above. 

(Very first found poem, see page 95)

"Pleasure"

The abandoning

sweet sentiment

or 

pleasure

we 

stalk

confuse 

those 

we see

blind.

We 

lick

the open

keeping

solutely quiet

and 

drench

the sky

wide 

in anger.

(see page 178)

(k.b.)

Found Poem 

May 23, 2014

Friday

10:55PM 

On a semi-happy-sad 

rainy day

The Junkyard Wonders

My newest favorite children's storybook: The Junkyard Wonders by: Patricia Polacco, it is simply enrapturing and it left me in tears. I love everything from her eclectic illustrations to her whimsical way of telling things in a magical, yet completely relatable way. She is simple, sweet, kind and ingenious. The best words you ask? 

Right here:

                                           “Genius is neither learned nor acquired.

It is knowing without experience.

It is risking without fear of failure.

It is perception without touch.

It is understanding without research.

It is certainty without proof.

It is ability without practice.

It is invention without limitations.

It is imagination without boundaries.

It is creativity without constraints.

It is…extraordinary intelligence!”

--The Junkyard Wonders

Patricia Polacco

My Encyclopedia

The Encylopedia of an Eclectic Mind

By:   Kiersten  P.  Benson

A HUMAN

Upon challenging the ongoing current of life I have found humans to be very strong creatures--much stronger than they let on.

SKINNY LOVE

I have discovered I blush easier than I care to admit and

the only kind of  love I come close to are stolen glances and hopeful smiles.

BEAUTIFUL

Beautiful is an artist in the zone; when you can see the concentration coursing through them so fiercely they don’t dare move and they hardly even breathe for fear of losing that precious moment. They forget all thoughts of time and place and just live in that moment and bask in all its wholeness. That is beautiful.

A List of Nice Sounds:	What My Childhood Tasted Like:
-- turning book pages -- keys of a typewriter -- skate blades on ice -- sleepy voices -- a crackling fire -- quiet rain drops -- hearing a smile in someone’s voice -- rustling trees -- laughter -- summer cricket symphonies -- Christmas bells -- far away thunder -- splashes in the pool -- drowsy breathing -- Autumn leaves crunching -- ocean waves -- dreams forming	Creamies I always loved the notes on the stick. Chicken Pillows The highlight of my birthday dinners. Bubble Gum Preferably eaten when I’m trapped indoors from a storm. Snow Cones No matter how far I had to walk to get one...it was always worth it. Taco Soup A Christmas party specialty. Plain Peanut-Butter Sandwiches Never was a big fan of jelly...

NOSTALGIA

But in the middle of my happiness I realized

that all those nostalgic moments from my past were no longer there

that the little girl who once loved to dream

and dance

and release her wild imagination

no longer existed.

The little girl who spent too much time in the sun

The little girl who chased dragons

and hunted fairies

and the little girl who fiercely imagined things she knew in her heart to be real

was no longer real.

No longer alive.

And there was nothing I could do to change that

no matter how much I wanted to.

THE “SQUABBLE”

You know that awkward moment when you are walking out the door and someone decides to walk in just as you are walking out and you both try  to go your separate ways the

same way? And then you end up awkwardly shuffling around each other?  I’ve decided the only way to avoid that is to create a universal law where everyone must stay to the right side of every doorway when walking in or out and then we won’t ever have to deal with the horrendous “squabble” ever again.

HOME

The difference between a real printed book and a digital book is substantial. Could you ever forget the tear stains, food stains, or fingerprints unintentionally left inside a real book? What about the beautiful flowers that you pressed between the scratchy paper or the inky annotations provoked by the very words that inspired you? Or the accidental drips and crumbs left from attempting to read and nourish yourself at the same time? And above all, could you ever forget the trembling, clenching, or caressing of your fingers as you finally turned the last past you were longing to turn since the very moment you picked up that book? No, I daresay you can’t. It is my pensive opinion that a library stuffed with beautiful books bursting off the shelves with which you can clutch, caress and stroke at will, will always be more impressive than an electronic screen with only the capacity to scroll and keep scrolling.

My Life in a Timeline:

1997

     ⤋

March: I came bearing gifts; small gifts like: dimples, protuberant blue eyes,

my sister, and two feet eager to explore (I began walking at eight months).

2002

     ⤋

September: My first day of school and also the first time I realize-- I am an artist.

2005

     ⤋

June: I meet my childhood best friend and she awakens my

undying love for Harry Potter. I will always be thankful.

2008

    ⤋

August: The biggest pain-in-the-butt joins our family--his name is Nimbus

(like a Nimbus cloud) and he is the dumbest

and no doubt the weirdest dog you will ever meet.

2011

     ⤋

July: The last Harry Potter movie is released and I cried because I missed the premiere. And I also move from Mapleton (where I lived all my life) to Eagle Mountain and find out I am going to Westlake High School in the following month. (Talk about frightening.)

2012

       ⤋

Summer: This year is a crazy blur of fun, fires, memories, and new best friends.

2013

     ⤋

Three of my siblings leave on LDS missions and leave my house devastating empty, but I get my very own room for the first time in my life! I love it and it is sufficient to say that it is apart of my identity. Every square inch of it is covered in artwork, posters, quotes, comic book clippings and happiness. It is where I spend most of my time!

2014

       ⤋

I have to let go of the noxious things in my life--no matter how hard it is and I must move on. A new chapter has begun, life is good, I am still young, I am 17 years old (an official full-wizard!)  but I still haven’t figured out the whole “driving” thing...(maybe someday.)