5 Books I’d Bring to a Desert Island

It’s a classic question to get to know people: What 5 books would you bring to a desert island? To me, this is a no-brainer. And I hope as I answer this very important question that you’ll get to know me a little better.

1. The Complete Works of Edgar Allen Poe:

I love me some E.A. Poe. This book would definitely keep me busy whilst stuck on a desert island. There’s a lot of things in this book to read and I highly doubt that I would ever get bored of The Complete Works… . And you wouldn’t think that I girl like me, someone who resembles Disney’s portrayal of Rapunzel, would be into Poe, but I totally am.

2. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban:

Is there anyone here who doesn’t love Harry Potter? Harry Potter was my childhood. And is still part of my teenage/adult life. Prisoner of Azkaban is my favorite book of the series. I don’t know why, it just is. I’d like to have a piece of my childhood with me on this hypothetical desert island, so that I can still feel a little young while I’m withering away.

3. The Princess Bride

The Princess Bride is my favorite book and my favorite movie.

The love story is perfect. It’s lasting and realistic. This is the kind of love story I’ve always wished to have.

And if I could choose between Mr. Darcy and Westley, I would choose Westley. Every time. He’s just…better.
Besides, who can resist those R.O.U.S.’s?

4. Webster’s Dictionary

I’m not just going to cease my learning experience once I’ve been stranded. I want to continue my scholastic career. And I’d do that by reading the dictionary and learning new words so I can impress my coconut friends. 

5. Moby Dick

I’ve never read Moby Dick. I don’t ever plan on reading Moby Dick. I do plan, however, to go all Fahrenheit 451 on it and burn it for warmth. That’s the plan.

Let me know in the comments what 5 books you’d bring to a desert island. And if you have any hate for book burning, please refrain from expressing that here. Thank you!

Relationship Goals – {Short Story}

“I’m trying my best to be polite, but if you move that knife a centimeter closer to me, I will tear you apart!” I said matter-of-factly as my eyes locked with his.

“Tear me apart then,” he said with a sly and spiteful smile on his face.

His eyes were telling me that he was ready to pounce and my eyes were telling him that he’d better not dare or I’d do something terrible, like poison his curry. Things like this happened all the time, but I was still never sure what his next move would be, so without looking, I reached over to the kitchen counter and armed myself with whatever I could grab. He looked at my weapon and started to laugh. “A celery stick? Really, babe?” he asked, setting the knife down. I looked down at my hand and laughed with him. I had a counter full of kitchen utensils and I grabbed a celery stick.

He grabbed my hand, put it up to his mouth and took a bite of my vegetable sword. And without any notice, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and took me over to the couch. “But, what about my curry?” I yelled, trying to free myself from his grasp.

“You can finish it in a minute,” he replied.

“But…curry,” I attempted.

“But…making out,” he mocked.

He threw me down onto the couch and plopped himself right next to me. “Shall we?” he asked.

“If by ‘shall we’ you mean ‘watch Gilmore Girls’, then yes.”

He looked at me with those big brown eyes and pleaded with me. He really wanted to make out. So I shrugged and suggested, “Both?”

He enthusiastically nodded.

“But I have to finish the curry right after, okay?” I added.

He nodded some more and leaned in close. I grabbed the remote and put on some Gilmore Girls then turned to face him.

Making out and Gilmore Girls, followed by curry. Talk about relationship goals.

My Abusive Relationship with SLEEP

I stay up late

not because I want to,

but because I have no choice.

He has abandoned me again

and so I lie awake,

missing him like crazy,

pleading for him to come back to me,

asking him to stay just this once.

He reluctantly returns,

and it feels good to have him back,

though I know it won’t last.

But I take what I can get.

He stays awhile,

makes me feel cozy,

wraps me in his arms,

and I feel loved.

But the love doesn’t last.

And I know it never does.

I’d like to think that this time it’ll be different,

but he leaves and I awake,

feeling the hurt of this tiring game.

But I love him.

After all this time

I love him still.

Not because I want to,

but because I have no choice.

 

Dreams: Part I

Dreams.

There’s two kinds of dreams: the kind that happen in your brain while you sleep and the kind that are also referred to as goals. This post is about the latter, the kind in that Martin Luther King Jr. had. one song in Tangled, I’ve Got a Dream. Although my dreams are not as song-worthy as Rapunzel’s, I still have some pretty great dreams.

My dreams are pretty standard. Marriage, family, career, success. But they’re also pretty specific and a little weird.

  • I want to have a big family with my half black husband, and with him raise eight brown babies.
  • I want to be a teacher and then go on to be a professor at a local community college because I think that would be ideal.
  • I want to travel the world and see new places, meet new people, experience new things.
  • I want to play my original songs in the local coffee shops every Thursday and Saturday just so people can have a better day.
  • I want to grow old and sit in a rocking chair next to my sweetheart until I die.

But I also have the dream that my children will live in a world where they can be safe; a world that they don’t have to experience all the terror and horror that is going on in this day and age. I don’t want them to have to deal with the negativity of the world. I just want them to be happy.

I know that that dream is almost too far fetched to actually happen, but I am allowed to dream. And I know that I can only do so much to fulfill this dream, but I’m okay with that.

Dreams are important. I think everyone needs dreams. To me, dreams are one of the best forms of hope. And I dig that. My dreams give me hope that the future can be brighter and happier. If you can at least dream, you’ll be okay.

~Marvin Starburst

Adversity: My Story

Everybody faces hard times and difficulties, and most of the time they’re out of our control. Nobody asks to get through hard times. Nobody cheers at the sight of difficulties. Nobody welcomes adversity with open arms. I know I don’t.

If you knew me, you would never think that I go through any sort of difficulty. I’m always happy and bouncy and full of life, right? Wrong. I’ve had my fair share of calamities and keep having them.

Believe it or not, at one point in my life I didn’t have any friends. I’m a people person and I didn’t have any friends. For three years, I’d had an extremely hard time with the whole friend thing,especially with those who were girls.

In the sixth grade, I had a group of all female girls that I considered my best friends. I had been friends with them for most of grade school. Then on Halloween, we had all agreed to go trick-or-treating with each other and they were going to come get me at a certain time. Well, they didn’t. I waited for two hours and they didn’t show up. Luckily, a different group of girls that I knew came to my door and invited me to go with them. They became my new best friends.

Unfortunately, that friendship didn’t last. In the seventh grade, we had a huge fight, causing us to ‘break up’. I was torn apart until a new girl moved in downy the street and I befriended her before anyone else could. We had a pretty great time for a while, and then…

You guessed it. In the eighth grade, we weren’t friends anymore. I don’t know what happened actually, but I was all alone. I had no one. I prayed and prayed – because I’m a religious person – that I would find someone. Anyone. And lo and behold, it happened and in the strangest way.

I was in the school musical and there was this black kid who kept talking to me. I thought he was a total punk, but let him talk to me nonetheless, just to be polite. As the musical went on, I got to know him because he kind of just forced himself into my life, and I learned that he wasn’t such a punk after all. We became best friends and have been ever since.

Sure I had a really hard time with friends in the past, but I’ve come back stronger from those hard times. I’ve learned that I can face almost anything that comes my way, and if not alone, with those few true friends who are always by my side.

I think that with the right attitude and perspective, hard times won’t be so hard. I actually kind of greet them like I would if I were a wrestler: I’m going to beat it, it’s not going to beat me. And just like a wrestling match, you come back stronger and with more knowledge.

As Always,

Marvin Starburst.

I Am Afraid Of…

The first thing that comes to mind when it comes to fear is my fear of drowning.

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Imagine with me a cool, refreshing body of water that is given on this earth as a means of sustaining life. It is a glorious substance that is good. And like all good things, water can also be bad. It can be so bad that it takes your very life, opposing its life giving qualities.

You enter the water and enjoy its ebb and flow, while you make your way into deeper parts of the body. Your stomach is covered, then your chest. Soon your shoulders are covered and then your neck. After that, you start to sink. You yell and scream, but water fills your mouth until you cough it up. You sink further and further into the darkening water, trying to grasp onto a solid and unmoving object that is not there, wanting to scream, but remembering that you cannot open your mouth at this point. You are now fully submerged into the water. The further you sink, the colder the water gets. Your body starts to numb and it’s hard for you to move anymore. You’re panicking, you’ve been panicking the whole time, but there’s nothing you can do. You cannot scream, you can hardly move, and now you cannot breathe. Your eyes start to close as you lose oxygen. And then black. And then black forever, unless you believe in an after life.

Scary, huh?

My fear of drowning is so grand, that I can only go so far into a pool. And I can only be in pools. Any body of water larger than that is off limits. When I go swimming, I can’t go into water that goes above my ribcage. Any higher and my body seizes up, I start to panic a bit, and I start to have trouble breathing. It’s all pretty scary business.

I would like to die any way other than drowning…and being burned alive, but mostly drowning.

What are you afraid of? What’s your biggest fear? Let me know in the comments.

And as always,

Marvin Starburst

You Know What’s Sexy?

I love a good conversation. It doesn’t matter what it’s about as long as it’s engaging and genuine.
I think it’s sexy when someone can keep a conversation going. And especially when they speak their mind and share their honest to God opinions. I love that!
It’s the greatest feeling when you can just sit down with someone and talk for hours on end about everything and nothing at the same time. It’s so refreshing after a long day of spending time with unsocial people that never make eye contact or get off their phones.
What do you find sexy? Leave me a comment.

And As Always,
Marvin Starburst

Limericks About Love.

I’ve never written a limerick before, so I decided I’d write one.

There once was a girl named Channing
Who hated you likes she hates tanning.
She thinks you’re a boar
Since you got with that hor-
Robble person who likes Payton Manning.

It’s not bad for my first ever limerick.

(I don’t know enough about Payton Manning to hsve anything against him. I just needed it to rhyme.)

As Always,
Marvin Starburst

10 Things I Hate About You.

I love 10 Things I Hate About You. Heath Ledger and young Joseph Gordon-Levitt are such babes. Everytime I rent it, I watch it at least three times in a 24-hour period. It’s a 90s classic.

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If you’ve seen the movie, you know that Julia Stiles’ character, Kat, writes a poem for her English class about Heath Ledger’s character, Patrick. The poem is very simple and pretty darn great, so I decided I would write my own version of the poem. Here’s 10 Things I Hate About You, Marvin style.

I hate the way you speak your mind.
I hate the way you laugh.
I hate the way you style your hair.
I hate your chiseled calves.

I hate the beat up car you drive
And how it’s always out of gas.
I hate it when you tickle me
And when you give me loads of sass.

I hate it when you prove me wrong
And that I have to prove I’m right.
I hate that we’re on different schedules
Because you stay up way paseed nine.

I hate that I can’t see you
And how we never get to kiss.
But I could never really hate you
Because you’re the one I have to miss.

Let me know what you think 🙂
As Always,
Marvin Starburst

Poem That Matters

Love After Love by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott is a poet and playwright, born in 1930 in Saint Lucia. He was trained as a painter, but took up writing at a young age. His influences are William Shakespeare, T.S. Eliot and Ezra Pound. His first published poem was “1944” when he was fourteen. In 1992, he won a Nobel Prize in Literature.

“Love After Love” is a poem that matters to me. When I first heard Tom Hiddleston recite it, I felt like it was speaking to me, I felt a connection to the poem. To me, it means that in the end, after everything, you still have yourself, the person you used to be. That person, knows you and loves you. It’s a cool feeling. It’s my favourite poem because it makes me think and reevaluate my life. It’s a great poem and I applaud Derek Walcott for it’s brilliance.

As Always,

Marvin Starburst