Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Dear Reader

I will no longer be posting here on blogger.

I am migrating my blog to tumblr


I hope to post a new story there shortly

In the meantime check out my other blog

Pondering My Thoughts

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Two Shades of Red

Agonizing pain as I coughed, turning the snow red as I spat.  Not an appealing memory, not one you care to share with children. Yet somehow I find it frustrating that my story goes unheard thanks to the unpleasant feelings and imagery it causes every day folk to experience.  What a dispiriting thought, you all know me and not one has cared to listen of why I am.  Naturally heart wrenching isn't it?

Ah yes, now I see the intriguing gaze in you, that intense stare you are giving me.  Come now, sit down, I will inform you on how the most horrific childhood granted me capacity to make dreams come true.

If my life were a canvas it would be red.  Nothing more.  No fancy art. Just red.  Red is a horrific color, yet all the while it can be quite a happy one.  Blood is red, fire is red. Destruction. Death.  Yet hearts are red, and my clothes, they are red.  Mercy. Memories.  Quite the contrast I might say.  A childhood full of darkness and difficulty; despair.  Now I am merry and motivated; magical.

The coals glowed a dim white and red on the gray dismal street corner.  My pale face blackened like that of a coal miner's after a days work.  My tar and soot covered body burned in agony from the biting wind as the dimming fire failed to warm yet a tip of a finger.  I began to wander off in my mind, an attempt to ignore my mortal pains.  In spite of a powerless effort, my mind declined me any peace; for as I escaped the physical battering, I entered into a mental torture.

Okay people... Not sure how I'm feeling about this, I'm sure you can see where it's going.
I'm still working on it, but I don't know if I want to make it blog worthy.
If you want me to, just comment below.

And yes "In spite of a powerless effort" is intended to be a little ironic.  I like how it sounds. It seems to add hope to hopelessness. 

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Soggy Pages

Dear Diary,

Tears wetting paper, it doesn't happen often. So when it does, nothing's going well.  It's all wrong. I'm not okay.

So why am I telling you all of this?  Well, it isn't my fault you picked up my journal now is it?  Read on, or don't.  Not that I care.

Cold.  Today there was this agonizing cold that made my hands quiver; cracked and bleeding, my hands aren't responding.  It wasn't coming from the air around me.  No snow, hail, rain, not even wind.  But my heart, it made me feel as if I were being pressed into a crystallized coke can that someone had left in the freezer much too long.  I feel like it's time for the can to explode outward. Who am I kidding, that just makes more of a mess doesn't it?  As if it could get any worse. 

The boy threw down his book. "Why am I here!?" His eyes were a forest fire; bloodshot, the red overtaking the gracious green which would regularly brighten someone's day. He thrust his pen into the wall, black ink erupting from it as the plastic shattered and the boy was sprayed with the debri. He began to wail a grisly sound and buried his face into his soft, tear soaked, pillow.

A phone ringing broke the sudden silence.  "Hello?"  he awaited an answer, "You won't get in trouble for calling?" his grumbly voice returned to the choked and teary mess it had been moments earlier as the girl attempted to sooth his strife.  Then tears of trouble dried and laughter replaced the grumbles. "I Love you, goodnight."

Paper's dry, that was quick.  So I guess everything is going well.  Everything's fantastic.  I'm going to be okay.

If you happened upon my Journal, I hope you made it this far.  Please, read on. I'm sorry for the inconsistency in the color of ink, there was an... accident... Hehe ;)

Warmth.  Love fills my heart.  It gets better.



thanks for reading!
here's a sunrise for you n_n

Monday, November 24, 2014

Thoughts on the Alchemist

Hey Everyone!
I'm attempting to be more active on my blog, it's a personal goal of mine.  Today I wanted to share some thoughts on a book I read a few weeks ago.

Recently I was a recommended the Alchemist (Paulo Coelho) by a friend who seemed very sure that it was one of the greatest books ever.  So I decided I would find it and read it.  Needless to say I couldn't put it down.  Sure, it only took me an hour or so to read, but in that short time period, it was the only thing I could focus on.

For those of you who haven't read the book:

The Alchemist is the story of a poor shepherd boy who one day has a dream, and he continues to have this same dream several times.  So he decides he must follow it.  The boy is quite the decided one, and does not give up.  I wont give up the rest of the story (you'll just have to read it), but I must say I was touched.  The boy's determination led me to over think my goals in life, and my desires as a human being.  Whether you are religious or not, the Alchemist, can have a large impact on your vision of what the future holds for you.  I know that it most certainly did for me.

"'I guess you don't believe that a king would talk to someone like me, a shepherd,' he said, wanting to end the conversation.
'Not at all. It was shepherds who were the first to recognize a king that the rest of the world refused to acknowledge. So, it's not surprising that kings would talk to shepherds.'" Page 69

This is a beautiful truth, and brings me peace. Social classes don't have all that much importance when it comes down to it.  The boy Santiago didn't allow his social class to hold him back. In fact he was magnificent and very proud of his life as a shepherd boy. As should we be of our own lives and personal accomplishments. 

"We are afraid of losing what we have, whether it's our life or our possessions and property. But this fear evaporates when we understand that our life stories and the history of the world were written by the same hand." Page 76

Take a look at that beautiful truth. Not to mention the luxurious way in which it is placed upon paper (or in this case the internet).  Love for my Father in Heaven grew as I read this book and realized the incredible life we can have thanks to him.  Dealing with Dad's cancer, that has been hard; but as I read this book, it gave me that hope.  Santiago, received that same hope throughout his life story.

"Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has suffered when it goes in pursuit of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second's encounter with God and with eternity." Page 130

Why fear something to come?  Why can't we just live life where we currently are, roll with the punches. Steady as she goes right?  If we really strive to meet our life Dreams, God will be by us every step of the way, and that is what matters.  Which reminds me of a beautiful poem I once heard:

One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”

The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”
Mary Stevenson, 1936

So I hope you enjoy that poem, and I hope, if you haven't already, go find the Alchemist by Paulo Coelho and read it.

Have a wonderful thanksgiving!



Wednesday, November 12, 2014



Hey everyone! I'm back on here finally. I'm really rusty but hopefully you all still enjoy this :)

I hate crunchy leaves. That sound they make under people's feet; repulsive. Joyful people of all shapes and sizes, sickly smiling as they clear lawns and orchards ignoring the naked skeletons left behind. Making piles of orange, red, and yellow; and then, playing in what isn't theirs to touch.  Maybe it has its beauty; however, it only means death is near.  I cry for them, for the trees that is. Think of it! Stripped bare, tortured and left alone only to then watch humans play amongst what was once a part of them. I always leave before it worsens. Those gray and dismal days are irritating. As if mother nature herself were frowning at all the death she takes in with each year when Winter comes biting at the heels of life. The sun hides, the bear sleeps and the trees, the flowers, the bees. They all nearly die! Winter, he is a sick thing. Now, you may think I have something against my dear girls Autumn and Summer but it's not their fault. Not really. They are nearly the same way with the leaves, the trees, the humans. But there is one more thing that us three share. One person I should say. That little blonde fellow. He always helps us to see Winters' beauty. And Summer, Autumn, and I do our best to get along with Winter. We really do, and thanks to the boy, even on the darkest day his bright green eyes light up anothers day and warms their frozen hearts. And then, all of a sudden, all of that death and gray sky isn't so heavy. Bring life and color to Winter's gray and dismal work, it's what I do. Summer makes life warm and flavorful, and Autumn she let's all go in the most beautiful way possible. Yet Winter, he does us no good. The one sliver of hope left for Winter is such a human as the bright eyed boy I mentioned, as well as you. So what will you give this Winter? Will you make this world a better place? Will you prove us seasons wrong?

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Leaving for two years!

Well it's finally here! On wednesday I leave everything I've known behind, for two years.  I am now turning this into my mission blog!  Rather then hearing directly from me, you will be hearing from my parents; about me!

Please write me letters, I'll try to write you back if you write me! :)
I love all of you and leave you with one last post... A haiku :)

God's Always Watching,
I'll always be serving him,
Serve him with me, please?

I know the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints is the Lord's true church, and I look forward to sharing the gospel with the people of Cali Colombia.  I love the Lord, Jesus, and the Book of Mormon; also, I know that Joseph smith translate the Book of Mormon and that it is true.  I know God lives and that his son Jesus Christ atoned for my sins and all of yours as well.  He loves us and I love him!

I'm grateful for those of you that have always stood by me, supporting me in all that I do!  Thank you Mom for all your support and positive encouragement, thank you Dad for teaching me to work hard, thank you Jade for being a wonderful example and a loving sister!  I Appreciate your example in serving as a worthy missionary, and appreciate you bringing me a new brother! Chris, you are fantastic and always help me to remember to smile, I'm so grateful for your advice and help in preparing to leave!  Sara, thanks for being my best friend and always staying true to who you are :)  Paul, thanks for being the best brother in the world! You're a hard worker and have exceptional talent!  I am very proud of you!  I love you family, you're the greatest!  

Dave, thank you for being so good to my sister! And thanks for being a great friend.  I really have enjoyed getting to know you.

Lastly I would like to thank my two best friends, Jared and Julia.  Both of you have always been there for me, and we've had wonderful times together.  Jared, I'm proud of you for serving a mission too! I can't wait to hear all about it, write me!  Julia, I'm glad you want to serve a mission too! You may still have 3 years til you can go but there is lots you can do to prepare :) oh and Happy Birthday to both of you! Especially Jared! Sorry I leave on your birthday buddy :/
I love you two lots!

I know this church is true, and that Thomas S. Monson is our true prophet.  He leads and guides us as God directs him.  I love this church, and I love you! Thank you to all those you have blessed my life in other ways! You know who you are :) and I thank you.

I write these things in the name of our Beloved Savior, our Master, Jesus Christ. Amen.

Love always, and God Speed

Elder Jolley

Friday, September 14, 2012

The Flabbergasted Conquest


If you had waited-Two years hooked and baited.
Sat and wondered who to hate for your frustration.
It's no game in the simple sense.

Like gold at the end of the gleaming rainbow.
Hope lost when your tarnished shovel;
digs the pit no longer.

You can't imagine a world void of it.
You can only but sigh at it's presence.
Like a bellowing flame hurting for oxygen.

The glorified cup-seized up
Smile spread wide.
In prizewinning, arrogant, stride.

Dear Reader,

This poem is probably one of the strangest, most confusing, poems I have written.  Maybe someday I'll explain it in detail x_x For now it is your poem to interpret.  
Also as sad as it makes me, this may be the last poem I post for 2 years... Maybe not, but we will see :)

Thanks for being the best!!



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