Sunday, May 18, 2014

Me..

I'm going to tell you what I wish everyone knew about me. Or what you might want to know about me. Am I going to regret this? Probably. Do I need to get over it? Yes. So here's goes nothing.

My name is Lon Chandler Madsen.
My dads name is Lon so I always went by my middle name. 
I have a mom who has more friends at Lone Peak than I do.
A brother who is a thousand times hotter than I'll ever be. (Amethyst Wine can attest to that)
He even plays guitar.

I have two beautiful sisters, who will always be my world. (That's cheesy, but what can I say, they're pretty cool)
Momma on the left, Kaylie in the middle, and Mackenzie on the right.

I have a "kind-of" dad who walked out when I was younger. (I think that's why I went by Chandler)
I have a puppy named alfie and she is the shiz.
Yup...Take it in.

I grew up in Spokane, Washington. One of the most beautiful places on earth.
 
I love chick flicks. 
I love nicholas sparks books. 
My first girlfriend was Hannah Fry. It was kindergarten when I was a lot cuter. then she got hotter and I got "notter" so it didn't last long.
Is this a creepy post?
I like to sing but I'm not very good, but that has never stopped me.
My dance moves are terrifying, and I think that's why no one talked to me at the Senior Dance thing.
When ever I feel sad, I jam to Sigur Ros and watch videos of Soldiers coming home.
I have 8 versions of "I Can't Make You Love Me." I feel like it's the only song that explains my life.
El Oh El @ MyLyfe
I like to think that there's someone who has a bucket list with the item "Kiss Lon Madsen" on it.
My life is a comedy, with a dash of tragedy.
I like to poem and stuff. People say I sound cool, but I'm still trying to find my voice.


I love my life.
I have to remind myself sometimes, but I really do love it.
My best friend doesn't feel like a friend anymore, and it's because of his bae. (#AwkwardCoupleOfTheYear)
I tell people I don't measure my life with followers or retweets, but I totally do.
I third wheel even when it's just two girls and me. (I don't know how that works but yah)
I wish daily that I was as cool as Lamont Williams.
I'm going to miss everyone after graduation, even though I never talked to most of them. It makes me sad.
I was totally bitter that no one kissed me at the Senior Dance. #ThirstyComment (But I'll live)
My mom tells me daily that I need to lose weight, but I love my body so don't count on it.
I know if I'm ever down, I always have my siblings.
I've done every sport but never stuck with one. I still regret it.
I didn't go to my friends farewell cause a girl I liked asked me to hangout. I still hate myself for it.
I love talking to people and learning about them, but I'm always scared to start the conversation.
I think everyone is beautiful. Even my crazy aunt with the weird eye.
I hate that black beauty is dating black micah, not because I'm jealous, but because she's my sister.
This post is getting long so I guess I'll call it good.

If you have anything you want to ask, just comment or something.

"Life is beautiful, as long as it consumes you. When it is rushing through you, destroying you, life is gorgeous, glorious. It’s when you burn a slow fire and save fuel, that life’s not worth having."
                      -D. H. Lawrence



 

Sunday, April 20, 2014

A chair gone sad...

 He wrote a letter to you from the bottom of his heart...


...yet it remains unnoticed in his eternal slumber.



“A lot of you cared, just not enough.” 
-Jay Asher

Jesse Parent - "To the Boys Who May One Day Date My Daughter"


Local poet from Salt Lake City, Jesse Parent.
 
"I have been teaching her love all of her life and all I ask is that you continue the lesson."

This poem is simply brilliant. I love the imagery. I love how you can connect to what he is saying. I love how moves from comedy to tragedy to comedy to tragedy. I hope you enjoy this as much as I do.

Sunday, March 30, 2014

to the moon and back...









 If I could control the beauty of the rock surrounded by stars, I would give it to you in the form of a lock, and I'd be the key.


"Love is space and time measured by the heart." 
-Marcel Proust
Love is space and time measured by the heart.
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/keywords/space.html#Y6IR5bWTStkVwDBL.9

a letter to my dad...


Dearest Dad,
I write to ask you what happened?
I try to be patient. To understand.
But this knife in my side is starting to take it’s toll.
Vulnerable.
Alone.
Angry.
Trying to understand you is painful.
Yet I still call you my dad, just for that hair of a chance that you’ll come back.
Catch in the yard, model cars, Football games,
Memories washed out by the tears threaded through my veins.
While my heart strings cry the blues.
And I’m tired.
I’m tired of the small talk.
I’m tired of this time bomb beneath my ribs that’s about to burst,
3..
2..
1.. more chance I guess.
I used to look up to you.
I wanna be like daddy when I grow up.
And Sometimes I see myself in you.
It’s looking in a mirror that’s shattered by disappointment.
And I cut myself picking up the pieces.

Thursday, March 27, 2014

a poem about a pond...

The Pond
I’m tired.
I’m tired of the thoughts I ain’t ever felt,
and the dreams I ain’t ever heard of.
I stare at this blank page as I try
to thread the feelings of my ink stained heart,
and all I can think to write is I’m sorry.
Sorry for the stained-glass memories smashed
by the brick thrown with my own hand.
But I pick up the shards and glue them on this page…
Because I deferred my heart for a reason.
And this Pond.
This pond is the last memory taped on to my eyes
so I can always see you.
It’s when we skipped stones as our hearts skipped beats because
seeing you was the earthquake my heart needed.
And plug my heart into the speakers and it beats on full distortion.
It’s the time you cried and cried, and I hugged and hugged,
but it never felt like enough.
Because no matter what was said, nothing compared to the lullaby
of nothing sang by the ripples that is this pond.
So we just listened. Listened. Listened to the nothingness.
Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub…And that was enough.

Now I didn't write this about a pond...
but if you happen to see this,
just remember the walks home and the spot..