Waterfalls

Waterfalls,

A spectacle even the most pessimistic of people can’t help but admire.

 
The gleaming, rapid white waters tumbling down rocks underneath, smoothened by the neverending downpour.

 
Or the majestic roar of the falls as they make their way to their destination.

 
I, myself, have been revisiting the same waterfall for some time now.

 
However, what has brought me back each and every time has nothing to do with her beauty.

 
Instead, I was fascinated with her ever-changing nature.

 
On a cool, rainy streak of days, her waters barreled down the rocks with great power and were all the more spectacular.

 
Then, on the drier, sunnier weeks of the summer, she was naught but a few trickles of water over the rocks below. I found this mesmerizing.

 
From one season to another, she was almost completely unrecognizable. However, she always returned to full strength, thanks to her undying persistence.

 
I still find myself returning to her, and always will until nature calls my name. I know she’ll be there forever, despite her highs and lows.

 

There will be tough times, where the water slows and seems to be coming to an end, but these are nothing but phases. She always returns, better than ever, and she always will.

Tide

Today, the coast is swallowed by the tide

Remaining close to the rocks

Where the people reside

 

You see, the tide longs for a friend

As it’s a lonely world

When you reach land’s end

 

However, the time always arrives

When the tide must go out

For in the ocean it thrives

 

It’s nature’s tug-of-war

The tide struggles to recede

Two steps forward, one back to shore

 

Despite the struggles, the tide will weather storm

And by the end of the day

Will be deep at sea, reborn.

 

We can be likened to the tide

Overcoming many obstacles

Throughout our life-long ride

 

The journey is a tough one too

Like the tide, we will change at times

While searching for our path to the ocean blue

 

As we change, we’ll grow as people

Striving for perfection

For life has no sequel

 

Then, we’ll come to see

Perfection isn’t attainable

The key is to live with happiness and glee

 

Finally, we’ll make it to sea with that in mind

Smiling at what we’ve accomplished

As we leave the world behind.

Seaside #2

Following my relaxing first night in Seaside, I began the more busy second day on the wrong foot by being thirty minutes late to checkout thanks to a missed alarm. Luckily, the folks at the Sandy Cove Inn were forgiving and I made my way out free of charge. My experience with the Inn was fantastic, and certainly is recommended by me for anyone looking for an affordable place to stay while visiting the beautiful Oregon coast. After checking out, I made my way to my home for the second night – a small campsite in Gearheart, Oregon.

As fast as I could, I pitched my tent and checked in to make up for my late start and reach all of the activities on the itinerary for the day. After a quick set-up, I rushed to Ecola State Park, the first destination of the day. Through a mile-long traverse on an extremely narrow road, I traveled deeper and deeper into the state park, until coming towards a crossroads with an overlook and beach trail. 

I chose the overlook first, and the view did not disappoint. I looked over a sandy, beautiful beach with a rock-filled coast, and was amazed by the spectacle I laid my eyes on. On top of the initial trail, I traveled into a less-traveled trail and came across another interesting view of an enormous rock a few hundred feet off of the coast, which also was an amazing sight. For about an hour, I took in the view while attempting to capture the beauty of the park via my less-than-stellar photography.

 

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Once I’d had enough of the overlook and the views from there, I decided to make my way down to the beach itself, which was even more gorgeous than the view overlooking it. The first section of the trail crossed over a bridge surrounded by green and was a great entrance into one of the most unique places I’ve been to in the form of Indian Beach.

 

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The beach was a sight hard to put into words, where the smooth, white sand kissed the bottoms of my feet as I walked across its expanse. Numerous huge rocks jutted out from the water mysteriously, capturing my eye instantly. Another notable piece of the view was the storied lighthouse a mile and a half into the Pacific Ocean, a symbol of death due to the many fatalities of its builders and the many urns contained inside its body.

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In what felt like a few minutes but ended up being a few hours, I had had my fair share of the views off of the main trails at Ecola State Park. I returned to my car and headed for my next destination for the day – Cannon Beach.

I arrived at Cannon Beach in the late afternoon, where I immediately searched for a bite to eat as I was famished. I came across Pizza A’ Fetta and I have to say I was beyond satisfied. If I’m ever to visit Cannon Beach again, Pizza A’ Fetta will be a go-to location, as the pizza may be the best I’ve ever had. The prosciutto pizza was delicious and had a bit of a bite to it, which made it all the better. Following my meal, I headed for the beach on a full and very satisfied stomach.

Onto Cannon Beach. Although the weather was not optimal – overcast and a bit breezy – the well-known Haystack Rock was still just as amazing as I’d heard and seen in pictures. To put into perspective just how massive the 250-foot-tall behemoth of a rock was, I mistook it to be close by and began walking towards it, then realized my mistake when I finally reached the rock over twenty minutes later! At the time I reached the rock, the sun was setting over the top of its peak, making for a beautiful picture of the natural flairs reflecting off of its surface.

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When I’d finished admiring the gargantuan that is Haystack Rock, I began my long walk back to the opposite side of the beach. Unfortunately, the sunset was a bit disappointing due to the low clouds that covered the sky, but still had a bit of a moody aura to it which made for a decent sight.

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The sun set completely around 9:15, and I quickly made my way to the car as the breeze was getting quite chilly. I completed my drive back to Gearheart in just a few minutes, where I brought firewood and Smores’ materials, relaxing by the fire until it was time for bed. With memories of endless beaches, a one-of-kind view in Haystack Rock, and an extremely full stomach, I drifted into sleep, ending the perfect weekend getaway I had the privilege to experience as happy as can be.

 

 

 

Seaside #1

After watching the past few days of summer slowly tick away before school comes back around, I decided that a spontaneous trip was necessary. A four hour trek from my hometown of Seattle, Washington, led to a beautiful, albeit small, town by the name of Seaside, Oregon. Over the four hours, the trip was highlighted by the Astoria-Megler Bridge, a four-mile-long mammoth of a bridge with gorgeous views of the Columbia River. The trestles of the bridge were especially unique due to the steep and consistent incline of the end of the bridge, making for an experience unlike one I’d had before. A short twenty minutes later, I’d arrived in Seaside, my destination for the weekend.

In Seaside, I enjoyed the mile-long beach while the tide was out, soaking my feet in the crystal-like, almost unreal water of the Pacific Ocean. After walking along the beach, I made my way into the downtown of Seaside, which consisted of numerous unique and memorable small shops. One particular store that will remain in my memory was the Portland Fudge shop, as I purchased a bit of the chocolate peanut butter fudge and my tastebuds were instantly touched by God’s own personal hands. As I traversed through the remainder of the town while indulging in the delectable fudge I’d just picked up, I couldn’t help but smile at the small-town vibe of the town. Through each shop, I found myself surrounded by friendly shopkeepers who encouraged my touristy activities, which included trying on wacky hats in the hat shop in the mirror and laughing hysterically at the results.

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After a short time in the town, I made way back to a local burger joint by the name of the U Pub, where I took a burger and fries to go for a night at the beach. Despite the slight walk down to the water, the burgers held strong and were a delicious treat to accompany the wonderful sunset that followed. Though the clouds covered a bit of the sunset, the atmosphere and miles of beach made for a wonderful sunset regardless.

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To top things off, I stayed in the Sandy Cove Inn, a unique place with one-of-a-kind rooms for each guest. I was treated to the Vintage Games Room, one of the most interesting in the entire Inn, which included bocce balls, numerous checkerboards, and figures plastered among the walls that unfortunately were more creepy than they were interesting. Besides that, the room was great and topped what was a fantastic day in a gorgeous small seaside town!

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Independence Day

As the pyros light up the sky

I think of you and I

 

You shot up into my view

I couldn’t take my eyes off of you

 

Exploding onto the scene

Almost felt like a dream

 

Your colors so bright

What a beautiful sight

 

Difference is, you’re here year ’round

Always there to make my heart pound

 

So, when tonight comes to a close

I’ll still be Jack, you’ll be my Rose

 

There is no need for goodbye

Our spark will never die.

Self-Love

Where I lay right now

Is the lowest of the low

I’m in a place

Where nothing will grow

 

I hear the rumors swirling

Like an out-of-control black hole

And I’m feeling that

I’m going to be swallowed whole

 

Where I stand right now

Is the highest of the high

I’m in a place

Where even the dead come alive

 

Only the rumors still swirl

No matter my state

I’m left wondering once more

If they’ll ever be escaped

 

I despair over the cycle

One I despise with such fire

For a drama-free lifestyle

Is what I desire

 

I sought a solution

And it hit me today

It’s quite simple:

If you love yourself, it’ll all be okay.

 

Some love to talk

They’re a miserable breed

They laugh when you fail

And cringe when you succeed

 

Though their words are vicious

I’m smiling with glee

For I am at peace

Knowing I’m happy with me.

Death


Always take the time

To spread love to all

For you never know

When death is going to call

 

The phone rang two years ago

March seventh, to be exact

“Brandon’s been in an accident-he passed.”

I couldn’t even react.

 

A friend with a heart of gold

Loved by all and hated by none

Gone in an instant

His parents lost their only son

 

Though my heartache never ceases

I carry on strong

Knowing Brandon is with me

On his own ride along

 

I cherish the lessons I learned

From a brother wise beyond his age

Whose advice kept me on track

Acting as my personal sage

 

The memories hold strong

Like our last night together

“I’m proud of you, Michael”

I’d never felt better

 

I’ll see you one day my friend

When my time is up too

Until that time comes

I’ll be missing you.

 

III.VII.XV