I remember those who loved me
I remember their voices
I remember the laughs of our conversations
But they don’t remember me.
I remember my opponents
Those who competed with me
And swore they’d defeat me
But they don’t remember me.
I remember the fans
The ones in the audience that yelled my name
The ones that asked for my autograph
And cracked jokes when they saw me
But they don’t remember me.
This was all when I was the greatest boxer in the sport
This was all when I was making millions of dollars a fight
When my gambling problems were not “problems”
When the same people were laughing with me. In the casino.
Now that I have fallen from stardom,
Now that gambling has taken all of my money,
They don’t remember me.
I can’t take it
I just feel don’t feel whole.
Not without the stardom.
So I decided to make them remember,
I'll make it so they never forget me again.
So I packed my bags, walked into the arena
The one that made me so famous.
And I opened fire.
Arrow is an American superhero, mystery, crime, and action television show written and produced by Greg Berlanti, Marc Guggenheim, and Andrew Kreisberg. The first episode aired on October 10, 2012 on The CW. Arrow is based on the DC Comics character Green Arrow, a hero created in November 1941 by Mortimer Weisinger and George Papp. The show reworks the character Green Arrow from the version featured in Smallville, a tv show based on Superman, which also aired on The CW.
The main character of Arrow is Oliver Queen(Stephen Amell), a billionaire playboy shipwrecked on an uncharted island in the North China Sea, called Lian Yu in Mandarin, which literally translates to Purgatory ( It’s uncharted, yet it has a name). Queen is the lone survivor of the wreck. He has survived on Lian Yu for 5 years, from 207 to 2012, and when he gets rescued he is taken back to his home in Starling City. There he works to reconnect with his mother, Moira Queen (Susanna Thompson), his sister, Thea Queen (Willa Holland), and his friend, Tommy Merlyn (Colin Donnell). As well as his ex-girlfriend Laurel Lance (Katie Cassidy), he has to come to terms with the death of his father and his new stepfather, Walter Steele (Colin Salmon).
Overall, the show was well done, I have only watched a few episodes but from what I have seen the acting is decent, but for me the show shines in other aspects. First, the characters, the characters of the show are all complex, most of them are still coping with the presumed death of Oliver and his father, and we see the way they act, and the effects become even more prevalent when he returns. His sister is a teenager, so growing without her beloved brother for 5 years has perhaps had a bigger impact on her than anyone. Laurel, his ex lost her sister in the shipwreck and blames Oliver for it, and lastly his parents are now trying to bring him into the fold as far as their company Queen Industries goes. The preexisting history of Green Arrow the comic book character gives you an idea of where the plot is going and some unrevealed characters, but the way they will reveal them keeps you watching. The dialogue is also good, since Oliver has been out of society since 2005 he speaks in a manner which reflects the culture of 2005, and he gets corrected many times in the modern culture,
Gravitational waves are complicated phenomena that occur when two massive objects in space orbit each other at high speed. Their speed and rotation affects the very structure of the universe, creating ripples of gravitational energy that can affect the rest of the cosmos. One easy way to picture this is to imagine two sharks swimming around each other in a pool. If they swim around each other closely and quickly, the ripples produced by their movements can affect the whole surface of the water. The fabric of spacetime is similar to the pool in this way.
There is quite a lot of astrophysics science involved in explaining gravitational waves, so I won't burden you with all the complicated equations. The most observable instances of gravitational waves being formed is when two supermassive black holes orbit each other at incredibly high speeds before merging to become one. Their speed is so great that the pulling force of gravity affects everything around them, similar to how very loud sound from an electric speaker can vibrate loose objects around it. These gravitational waves travel outwards from their source, much like sound waves.
If everything in the known universe obeys the law of conservation of energy, how are gravitational waves generated? Is matter converted into gravitational energy? Yes. When black holes merge, they lose mass. This lost mass is changed into energy, which leaves the black holes in the form of gravitational waves. Some may ask how anything can escape from a black hole’s infinite gravity, but gravitational waves themselves aren't made up of any particle. Unlike light, which is made of particles called photons, gravitational waves are made of pure gravitational radiation. It's a force, not a substance.
Gravitational waves carry energy in the form of gravitational radiation. Any particles that come into contact with the waves are affected by them, regardless of factors like molecular bond strength. This is because everything in the universe is woven into the fabric of spacetime, so they are all affected when spacetime is distorted. When this occurs, the waves create a distortion effect in matter like pushing, squishing and stretching. When the waves pass, the affected particles revert back to their original form. The following images depict the effect that the waves have on structures:
The gravitational waves we have detected passing through earth are extremely low in power. The largest detected wave had no noticeable effect on the earth, only the tiny stretching of the atoms. Gravitational waves aren't a thing of great concern, because all they do is carry and release energy to the universe. At the moment they are being observed so scientists can study the fabric of the universe, and hopefully this will lead to some incredible discoveries in the (not too far) future.
By- Chandler Yeatman
William Yeatman is 57 years old, a father of four who has been happily married for almost 30 years now. He’s a self-proclaimed stay-at-home dad who has lived in the same area since he was in high school. He calls his high school experience “Some of the most exciting years of my life! I was a very active student in my academics and socially during that time.” But there was a point during 10th grade when something awful happened to one of his fellow students. Her name was Evelyn Nasca; this name would hold a horrific place in his heart for years, always haunting William.
Will says, “ The name Evelyn Nasca still send chills down my spine to this very day!”
Evelyn was a girl who went missing from his high school during his sophomore year. He describes her as “ A sweet, kind and quiet girl.” Will live down the street from Evelyn; on a day to day basis they exchanged greetings but they weren’t close. They both worked on the tech crew for the school’s winter talent show. Will still vividly remembers the last time he saw her when she was.“
Leaving Robert Frost Middle School after the show. She seemed upset and everyone on the team was going over to go celebrate the job well done. Evelyn didn't, though, she just walked away and went out the door.” As it turned out, after that night nobody would see her again; she went missing.
Following the next couple of days, students would get questioned at school, and the police scattered over the entire wooded area where the school is located. Will says, “Everyone thought she had run away because her parents were divorced and tensions were high with her mother.” So here’s the question: what did really happen to Evelyn? Will said she was there for one second and then gone the next, with just a blink of an eye. He thought she might have been kidnapped or… murdered. The authorities searched for her near the area but had no luck in discovering her body. It wasn’t until 2 years after when they found the body. Will explained that “She was found by a grandfather and grandson taking a stroll in the woods by the school. I read about the whole thing in a side section in the Washington Post. I stumbled upon it and mortified. It would have been her senior year and she should have been graduating with us!” Even today his emotion is strong regarding the case; “ This whole ordeal made me mad! I felt awful for the family but I was suspicious of the stepfather. He just seemed creepy, I mentioned it once to a friend but abandoned the idea.”
The image of her still exists in his mind even almost 40 years later. He says, “ As I've gotten older, when I go back to that night I think about my innocence being lost. This idealistic mindset I once had about good people having the happy ending, well ,that was put to rest after what happened to Evelyn.” The article that he read only talked about her body being discovered, but never the killer.
Will thinks about all of this like it’s a distant memory, he has his own family now but the hardest part is he has his own daughter. She’s around the same age as Evelyn was when she disappeared, which makes him think about the murder. In fact, he talked about how he had looked up her case recently and a few articles came up. Will declares, “This case will always be the question in the back of my head. The question never answered. I think it will be the question I ask when I get to heaven, God,what happened to Evelyn Nasca?”
All of a sudden Sidney pulled me aside and asked, “What do you think about Vincent Chong’s artwork?”
“It makes me think of how much I have always wanted to be a figure skater.”
She looked at me and said, “Well, why don't you become an ice skater? Vivian, I've seen you on the ice before and you’re extremely talented.”
My hands began to shake and I told her how I was scared of failing. That’s when Sidney declared, “You should take a risk!”
Her words spoke to me and I got to thinking that I should start with purchasing the painting. But at a cost of $1,400 it was too astronomical for me to afford as a high school student. Sadly, I had to leave the art gallery without the inspirational piece and go back home to look at the blank wall in my bedroom.
The next day I went back to school and the day seemed to proceed normal until my younger brother, Anthony and I visited the thrift store. Earlier this morning on our way to school Anthony and I walked by the thrift store and Anthony saw an antique clock through the window that he wanted. But since there wasn't enough time to go inside we decided that we would go back after school. When the school day ended we both headed to the thrift shop and I watched Anthony rush to the counter to buy the clock. While he was making his purchase, I looked around the thrift store and I found Vincent Chong's original painting of She Puts Stars In The Sky for only ten dollars. That's when I immediately grabbed the painting, paid for it, and raced back home to hang the picture in my room. I thought it was truly my lucky day and my brother ran after asking me “What are you doing with that painting?”
“I bought it and I'm carrying it home. Is there a problem with that? You bought that clock that's supposedly an antique.”
“No, but how can you be sure if that painting isn't a knock-off of Vincent Chong’s?”
“Well, regardless of whether it's a fake or not it means something to me. I've never looked at something so meaningful that gave me a sense of purpose in this world. So, even if it's a cheap replica it's still important to me. When I look at it I feel like I'm in a different world that all to myself and I can accomplish anything.”
“And you get all that by looking at a picture? So, are you going to accomplish anything with this painting by chance?
“Yes, as a mater of fact I am! I'm going to become a figure skater and I'm going to hang his painting in my room to remind me of my dream.”
“Good luck! You know dad hasn't been the same since he lost his job after the car accident several years ago. And you know how mom has been picking up any odd jobs she can find, but she still buys expense clothing to make sure no one assumes that were practically broke. I just don't know how your going to bypass our parents on that one?”
“That why I'll need your help to cover up for me while I'm training.”
“Sounds risky. But I'm in! Let's get you all the way to the Olympics!”
After I hung the art work on my bedroom wall, I decided that I was going to hire a coach to help me be an Olympian figure skater, regardless of my parents disapproval. Even though, it was my ambition, I didn't know how I would be able to afford my training sessions? I didn't want to impose on anyone, but it was my only option. So, I called my older brother, Joel and he said “I'd be happy to pay. I have a good job on campus and I don't want mom and dad to ruin your dreams. They tried to do the same thing with me when I wanted to play football. So, I'd be happy to do whatever I can to encourage you.”
The next morning I called the coach and I scheduled a training session. Soon after I made the phone call I got sucked into the painting and I found myself sitting on the moon, putting a star into the sky. Suddenly, I woke up and it felt as if it was all a magical dream. The next day I went to met up with my coach, Mrs. Hilton, and she said “I'd be happy to train you. I've been coaching for twenty years and I think that you’re already an exceptional skater. But we will have to practice quite a bit in order for you to be an Olympian figure skater.”
“I'm willing to do whatever it takes.”
After that session, I spent a lot of time practicing at the rink with Mrs. Hilton in order to compete in the Junior Olympics. But after all of my training sessions I kept on being sucked back into the picture to place more stars in the sky. I had a hard time deciphering whether it was real or if it was all a dream?
It was a long time coming, but I had finally been accepted to compete in the Junior Olympic figure skating competition. I spent a total of six months practicing my routine for my future performance and I nailed my audition in front of the judges. I couldn't believe that Vincent Chong’s piece inspired me to do the impossible and how I kept being taken into the painting as if it was all meant to be.
A month later I performed at the Junior Olympics and I won a gold medal. It was hard to imagine how far I had come in such a short time. The best part of this moment was that I was able to celebrate with Mrs. Hilton, my brothers, and Sidney. When I returned to the house I placed my medal right next to the picture, but a sudden force came from the painting and I was taken into the art work. I discovered that it wasn't a dream and that I had been putting stars in the picture this whole time. As soon as I sat on the moon and I set the star in the sky I thought that I would find myself laying once again on my bed. However, this time I was trapped in the picture and I morphed into the girl that puts the stars into the sky. I escaped from the catastrophe at home into a world that I could call my very own.
The delicate soft skin which
her parents gave her.
While dipping her toes into
The warm bubbling creek.
Running rivers run
Much faster than she can but
she tries anyway.
The sweet citrus sun
Beams golden brown onto her
The creekbed sparkles
With cans and used up needles
that she doesn't see.
This is the place that
Is her sanctuary now.
The stress leaves her here.
She comes and visits
The crystal waters when her
Soul beckons for it.
Time has passed her by
But when she needs to come home,
She knows where to go.
She wishes she had
Spent more time having fun when
She still had the chance.
Now she’s cracked and worn.
The creekbed is all dried up
Along with her joy.
Her ashes are spread
Where the river used to be,
Finally at home.
This morning, just at sunrise, as my mother’s told me yet,
From darkness into brightness I was torn.
Though I remember faintly, it is easy to forget.
Can you recall the day that you were born?
And then, she said, I wouldn’t be for very longer much,
I didn’t have the interest to ask why.
She answered still that I could not embrace life, only touch,
And finally when the sun set, so would I.
I never knew what breakfast was, for whatever it’s worth,
For I was much too early for a meal.
It wasn’t seven hours back I came upon this earth
And hardly several ‘till I learned to feel.
And what I had were aches of growth that plagued me with their speed,
An hourglass that drowned me with its sand,
Possessions that would pass me on and disillude my needs,
And God, who left me slipping through His hand.
But while my tethered shadow travelled further to the east,
And lengthened every moment I was lent,
I found a sense of solace in the thoughts that I released,
And told myself they had not all been spent.
I vowed to spend an hour, a large fraction of my life,
Insisting that I focus on one task.
For what it would be worth would manifest beyond my strife,
A moment’s dedication’s all I asked.
I chose a book at random from my mother’s marble shelf.
It spoke of who men are and what they do.
She read to me as she once did to my much younger self,
Soon after I would check if it was true.
By then I’d reached an age that was resemblant of a soul
Who’d cherished all the fruitful years she’d led.
The mirror showed me someone who was tense and sad and old,
At least according to what I had read.
I felt ashamed and lonely, so I left my mom’s abode,
And asked a passer-by the time of day.
She said to me, “It’s five to six, the moon’s just barely showed.
Exhausts me how the seconds run away.”
I stood and saw the waning moon just floating out of place.
I looked at it and didn’t even blink.
Her words had all but calmed me, yet I stared out into space.
For once I didn’t want to stop and think.
For though my hands were creasing and my hair was turning white,
And though my stance diminished to a hunch,
For once I had a moment when I simply felt alright.
My constant state of worry was expunged.
I stopped and listened, no reflection that I had to give.
Too tired and too unconcerned to care.
For all my life I’d been so charged with how I’m meant to live,
It’s nice pretending I was never there.
For all the world’s effects were seldom carried on by me,
And I still I have no record to my name.
I now let be the strain of being me and simply be.
The planet keeps on turning all the same.
And what I have are shining stars, a day (or life in lieu),
An hourglass that’s warm as it is deep,
Possessions that I’m hoping will be passed to someone new,
And God, who slowly sends me off to sleep.
This moment, while I’m breathing and my impact’s not been heard,
From darkness into brightness I am torn.
In growing up, the time I’d spent was nothing but a word
As I recall the day that I was born.
- Current Mood: quixotic
The Love of Time
When my eyes met yours,
The fire in our souls tried to burn brighter than the other,
And we collided like a supernova,
Crashing and creating a spark,
And I saw that light.
I begged for you.
I begged for time.
You never left my side those days.
And I don’t think I ever realized
That you were my shadow,
You were mine,
And I always had more of you.
I’ve often misplaced my sense of direction
As the presence of you fogs my mind.
It’s like we’ve entered in some kind of race
Of who can fall first.
And I beg for a break, for a breath.
But there you are, never ending, never stopping,
You said you’d wait for me,
That you’d be there for me.
Where are you?
I’ve run out of the ways I’ve tried to look for you,
And I fear I cannot continue with this web of lies you and I have spun.
You hide away like a ghost,
Please come back.
Don’t you know we bleed the same?
How foolish of me,
To believe our love was authentic.
While you played my mind,
Winding your arms around me endlessly.
And you pulled me down into the darkness,
When we were once the brightest light.
Yet I desire you more and more as you ruin who I am,
And I scream with empty words.
I am starving for more.
You’re the most toxic love a human heart can feel.
How dare you leave me,
How dare you let me fall into your arms,
And whisper empty promises in my willing ears.
I loved you.
I loath you.
Why have you gone?
I’ve died for you, and I won’t do it again.
It seems I’ve lost the time.
Perhaps I should apologize,
For who I am,
Or who we were.
And perhaps I should not ask where are you,
But how are you?
I see you’ve been long ahead of me all this time,
Waiting for me.
Oh my love, how silly of me
To blame you for my heartache.
I can see the light we were,
The light we will be again.
I have spun your spiral darling,
And if you are not to give me all of you,
Please, take me into the darkness.
Our love was a game of tug of war
And I pulled with a force while you resisted with hatred and plea.
And yet, I could feel your hands grasping for me in the blinding darkness.
I wonder why you kept trying.
But darling, I love you.
I watched you burn and eventually simmer into my heart.
Oh my love, if only you were quicker.
Always Waiting, Never Stopping,
Parents are greeting their children
With smiles, hugs, and kisses.
This is so exciting it feels unreal.
Everything is going in slow motion.
Families are hugging.
Parents are crying
As they make their way into the auditorium.
Emotions are filling the room
The parents are walking into the auditorium
Tears are falling from people’s faces..
Names are being called,
I see my friends walking in
Walking across the stage.
This feels unreal.
One tear drops from my face.
I get to the other side of the stage, so many people clapping.
At this point I don’t even know what I feel.
Happiness, sadness, strength.
The moment I’ve been waiting for so long.
It has come. All I can think now is,
Teachers are ecstatic.
The students walking out are waving and smiling.
Parents are crying harder than before.
Parents are yelling.
“That’s my girl!” “That’s my baby!”