GreenTeaTuesdays to Now.

Hello to whoever is kind enough to be reading. I am an amateur poet, blogger, and ranter. My previous work can be visited at my first-born blog, GreenTeaTuesdays (https://greenteatuesdays.wordpress.com/). GTT came about my junior year of high school. It was a section of my English class… (shout-out to Mrs. C.! https://bethctech.wordpress.com/ ). Most of my fellow peers dreaded the idea of weekly blogging. I have to admit, I did as well, at first.


I blogged every week religiously. And I’ve continued to post a few times this summer. So if I’ve kept it alive, why am I starting a new blog? Well…I scrolled through my content, roughly 50 posts. I realized something, something I didn’t like. GTT had a common theme (That’s the point right? Just let me explain.) GTT was very sad. In my eyes, at least. I created the blog in a time of sadness. I was coping with something that I wrote about PLENTY. Heartbreak. The teenage kind to be precise. Even after evolving through that cloudy time, it seemed my content was still…sad. As I look back at old poems, I think about where I was when I formulated them, what I was thinking. And I realized, my brain was trained, for lack of a better verb, to only produce a piece with a sad state of mind. I would look at previous poems for inspiration and stir up old emotions. Thus, producing a moody poem that suggested I was feeling down, though I truly was not.


So now here I am, with less than a week left until the beginning of the end, senior year of high school. I will be taking a writing class, taught by the lovely Mrs. mentioned above. As well as English class, obviously. I’ve decided to sprout this new blog as a fresh start. I think I will re-post some of my GTT work, because some of the poems are my personal favorites. I’ve not decided on a content “theme” for Branches of Expression, yet. I do intend to post shortly the meaning behind this new blog’s name, though. I politely ask you keep in mind this blog site itself still needs some fixing-up, like the About Me. I’ll get there. (:


Thank you!

 

Blossoms

One of these days you will wake and smell the cherry blossoms/ wafting from your bathroom/ and through the central air vents./ She will be content./ She will be happy./ And you will ask yourself/ why didn’t you see it sooner./ When gas was cheap/ and drugs were bad/ not cool./ Your eyes will fill with tears/ and will zero-in on the dust mites littering your bedroom./

One of these days you will wake up and smell the sweat of regret/ poisoning your bedsheets./ She will be content./ She will be happy./ And you will wonder how the hell you got so lucky./ The bills are late/ and you called in sick today/and yesterday./

One of these days you will not wake up./ Your wife will be beautiful/ and you will be alive./ Dead with guilt./ She will be content./ She will be happy./ Thanking yourself for doing so good/ Asking yourself why the hell you never left./

Summer of ’17 (Brought from GTT)

Summers are usual very tedious for me. Honestly, the past 3 summers I’ve ended up in some sort of trouble. I was stumbling through a cloudy time, slipping in and out of good judgement.


This summer, 2017, has been beautiful.
And it has come to a close all too soon.


As a NIght Owl, I spend many nights with my music up loud and getting lost in my thoughts. And nowadays all I can seem to think about is how damn thankful I am for these past 3 months.

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I’ve spent this summer living with my brother here with our grandparents, about 2 hours away from my home. We’ve had tremendous fun…

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We’ve spent countless hours on the lake. We are lucky enough to have a family home within view of the water, along with a boat to explore it. I’ve had my boat license for a year now, and having the responsibility of taking relatives out to enjoy the glass-like blue water has become very therapeutic for me.

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We were also fortunate enough to travel (safely) to our nation’s capitol, DC. It was my third visit, but Grandma’s first, so it was special for me to experience with her. Andrew was there for a college visit..I think the hardest part was being away from him for 2 weeks!!

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The getaway was nice, and much appreciated. But my family and I were very glad to be home. Since we returned, I’ve just put a lot of thought into the next year I have to tackle. Quite frankly, it is my last year before adulthood, and my God do I have a lot of work to do.