On the Day of Love

Here. Watch these. These are some poems that I absolutely LOVE.

SHAKE THE DUST by Anis Mogjani: 

B  by Sarah Kay:

hey! don't be shy!

Feel free to follow my new blog here.

Don't worry. I will still post here. 

I promise. 

My new blog is basically one of those "journal" blogs where you write about what's going on.

HAPPY MONDAY!!!

Avec Amour, 

Madison

Minimal Day Monday

Hallelujah! My English research paper is done and turned in!

I did my photography homework today! Not to brag or anything... I took a really cool picture of the bulb sprouts in our front flower beds. Look here if ya want to see it.

Today McKayla and I watched videos of spoken poetry and laughed at all the hilarious (in our minds) "awkward  moment when..." 's on Pinterest. 

It's probably the most time I have ever spent on that website.

HAPPY MONDAY!!!

p.s. Sorry the picture is so blurry! I will try to take better pictures next time...

Preference 2012!!

Preference was AMAZING this year! I had a blast with my hilarious date, Timo Pew, and all of the other couples in our group.

This is us on our group date playing games!! We laughed so hard!

It may not look like we are having fun, but we are!!!
We are playing Anything Goes which is the funniest game ever!

Hot chocolate and doughnuts... Mmm!

And here is me... in my dress...

Sister Solomon did my hair and it was ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS! Thanks a bunch!!

Okay... this was my favorite part! My galfriends and I made a dinner table out of Brynn's ping pong table!  (Once I download all of my pictures I will show you some of the decorations. For now enjoy what you can see in these pictures.)

Timo being a gentleman!

This is us!!!

(Left to Right) Tyler and Maddie, Maddiey (me) and Timo, Brenna and Coleman, Brynn and Chappy 

Tyler got excited for pictures... he wanted to model for us ;)

Timo et Moi

Brenna and Coleman

Brynn and Chappy

ALL OF US!

Our lovely dinner servers! Thanks a bundle for your service! ;)

(Left to Right)
 Kenedi (my sister), Hannah (Brynn's sister), Shelby Bergeson (Brenna's sister),
Haley (Brynn's sister), Julia  Bergeson (Brenna's sister)

Us eating! We had yummy salad, pasta, and breadsticks.

And after the dance...

SUNDAES!!

 (p.s. this was my first time having a banana split- I loved it!)

Tyler strongly dislikes ice cream... so he had just brownies ;)

Timo

My lovely galfriends!

I had soooo much fun! Timo is a fabulous date and dancer ;) 

Be prepared for more pictures that may be coming in the near future!

endless rain into a paper cup

I wish I could wake up and cry words on to paper.

drip. drip. drip.

Not all words would be sorrow from boy drama, like most girls seem to write.

They would be tears of discovery and adventure. They would be tears of the places I traveled to in my dreams. They would be tears of joy found in the simplicity of things.

To write in the late hours of the day. To write when everyone is watching. To write as the head has been lifted off the pillow in the middle of a sleepless night. To write in secret.

To bash and burn. To guide and comfort. To bring color to a dull world.

To add a book to the bookshelf in a library. To add a book to the New York Best-sellers list. To ad to the front page of your local newspaper.

drip. drip. drip.

Sot sobs become become poetry. Headache and scream-filled tears become the best novel ever written.

Dead. Dead are the tears of the fearful poet. Tears that could have touched the hearts of many. fear. fear. fear. dead. dead. dead.

The eyes of a writer are greedy. Give me more! they cry. And then the tears. tears. words. flow like a river because somehow the greedy eyes trigger the flow of tears.

They slither wildly as they slip away across the universe.
Avec amour,
Maddiey Beardall

Beardall Bunch

It's the first post of my new blog! 

I think it is appropriate to do an introduction on the peeps that will appear a lot on this blog.

Left to right: Brayden, Maddiey (me), Mum, Reagan, Dad, McKayla, Kenedi

Mum:

-Extremely fashionable

-Very thoughtful of others

-Outgoing and friendly

-AMAZING runner

Dad:

-Hard worker

-Has an interesting yet funny sense of humor

-Sensitive to others

-Makes the YUMMIEST homemade bread

Maddiey (ME):

-Age 17

Trust me, you don't need to read a blurb on me. 

That's what this whole blog is about (in a non-selfish way)!

McKayla: 

-Age 15

-Beautiful smile and personality

-Kind to everyone

-Contagious laugh

-The BEST basketball player I know- she's a girl Jimmer!

Brayden:
-Age 13
-My favorite brother

-Gentleman

-Hilarious

-AMAZING football player

Kenedi:

-Age 10

-Friends with everyone

-ALWAYS smiling

-Sweet and willing to do anything

-FABULOUS basketball player

Reagan:

-Age 8

- Spunky and lively

-Knows how to get people to laugh

- Has beautifully freckled cheeks

- GORGEOUS voice

That's it.

Pah.

It's amazing to stare at a keyboard and think of all the possibilities that are in front of you. I instantly group the letters together and make up words that don't have any significance when they stand alone. But for some reason, even when I put words together to form sentences, I still can't seem to find what I'm looking for. It's becoming difficult to find the right words that explain what is going on in my mind.

What? I don't know.

Why? I don't know.

How? I don't know.

I honestly don't know.

My words are as good as a bicycle with a flat tire- they can't seem to get me to where I want to go. The dreams of inspiring people with the written word is shattered because of my lack of inspiration. I hit the  backspace more than I do any other key on the keyboard. My hands are ice cold and my feet tingle from sitting on them too long. My eyes are glued to the blank screen. The cursor is the only thing that is moving.

"Will it happen today? I don't know, for I never know beforehand, and deep down it really doesn't matter. It's the possibility that keeps me going, not the guarantee, a sort of wager on my part. And though you may call me a dreamer or a fool or any other thing, I believe that anything is possible." 

Maybe one day I will find the words to write a beautiful post- anything is possible.

BOO.
-Maddiey