JACK'S BLOG

These days take such strange shapes. This life is trapped on these old video tapes. Everything in these pictures seem so different, And I can't stop staring at what I used to be. I was so young and so loose. I ruled my exciting universe. Now I am just a sinking memory, I am the fuzziness that only seems to get worse. Things aren’t what they used to be. Every day I wish I could still see again. These days fall into a train wreck, And I am not sure if I want to take these chances anymore. I have seen all of my reactions, And I have lost all of my connections. This is to all of you distractions; So many years have passed. I am just hoping you will not last, But here I am again getting lost in my past. Still wishing I could go back.

In this show we see two brothers that have given up a normal life for the family business. Hunting things, and saving people. Since first seeing the boys back in 2005, one of the things I will never forget about this show is these characters and their willingness to fight the good fight. The show is a classic good vs. evil, and who will come out on top. During the years the Winchesters have lost their mother Mary Winchester, their father John Winchester, friends and fellow hunters Jo, Ellen Harvelle and many more have bit it in seven years. In this life there is only one goal for them, and it is to survive this corrupt world. It is really not clear whether they will ever have a normal life. Sam had his while attending Stanford years ago and Dean had his after living with Ben and Lisa for an entire year. Both situations ended badly giving the boys the idea of maybe they won't ever have a normal life before they die. I find that this show to be at a level of real to life. M...

I can't believe is has been a year already. He was so close, and he helped me when I needed it. He was like a father to me. I will always miss him, and never forget about him.

             When you think of the word Family what comes to mind?  Are they just these people that share your blood and them meaning nothing to you? How close are we with our families? When I was thirteen I moved 15 hours away from my family, and it destroyed me for years. Sometimes we get this idea that we don’t need a family, and we can do everything on our own. The truth is our family is important. This week I am going to be focusing on two brothers that fight for their family. When I look at a show like Supernatural the first thing that stands out to me is the word family. Through every scene sense 2005 when the show began I have noticed that these brothers are real and relatable to me. I see how they will do anything for each other, and it never really matters how much bad they cause they are still there for each other. Although I never had that, a lot of people don’t have that with their siblings. Of course t...

Oh, how I miss the comfort of this place... Were we spent most of our time together! I miss the days we laughed and played. I miss the memories of you in my life, Because it was more than just a phase. It was the best time I ever had, And I wish I could have that back. I wish you could still see that. Even though the days still go by, And you are nowhere to be found. I wish you would speak to me now. I miss our silly dreams and fantasies. I wish you never had to leave. I wish I could still enjoy this life with you, I still feel like I lost something without you. Oh, how I miss the sweetness of your voice, And the gentleness of your touch. I know that one day I will find this happiness. I will find the things you gave to me, But I will always pray that it will be you. Oh, how I miss the sun shine… I wish I could experience your light again. I wish before the end I could see one of the pretest smiles again. I wish you could appreciate me ag...

My love is like a swan, tall, beautiful, and graceful in all She is like a dove, pure and sweet She is like the soft glow of a candle light, lovely and comforting My love has hair like a silken scarf, light and flowing Her skin is like a bed of heather, soft and calming Her hair is like a bed of roses, beautiful and soft My loves voice is like the trickle of a waterfall, calm and soothing Her gentle, quiet breath is like the sound of crickets, lovely and tranquil Her quiet voice is like the faint call of a dove cooing Her songs are like the lull of the ocean, peaceful and soft My loves hair smells like honey Her skin like lavender Her face like that of an angel, beautiful beyond measure She is lovelier than gold or silver, more precious than a diamond

My heart now beats outside of my chest, And my ribs have begun to disintegrate, Because there is nothing left to protect. I wanted to forget everything that caused these wounds, But the blood stains fill in all the empty lines. I never wanted to be forgotten, But all of my words couldn’t save me now. I have already lost you. These nights slowly become a nightmare, Trebling in my sleep. Living out the dream jumping off the ledge, I can make the leap, And then you can finally bury me. Please put me out of my misery. I can see your heart is not breaking, But mine is crushed beyond repair. Could this life ever be fair?