tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56383412011-06-07T23:22:42.009-07:00Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1138669951510722502006-01-30T17:07:00.000-08:002006-01-30T17:14:32.353-08:00

Well, this chapter in my life has come to an end. No more retrospective perspective. That's ok, though. Anyone reading this can catch me and Zachary at our new home together! You can find us collectively writing on the same site now. Direct your browsers here. I don't like goodbye's, so that's enough. Be sure and say 'hello' at irevolutionary!

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1138507705746557612006-01-28T20:07:00.000-08:002006-01-28T20:20:22.666-08:00

The way alone works is slight and mischievous. It causes doubt, denial, and ultimately self-degradation. It's so amazing how something so singularly placid can be the spark that lights the metaphorical fireworks factory of emotion and bleakness. Why is it, then, that it is when I am alone that I feel most at ease, embracing the denial and worthlessness, walking along the same broken sidewalks I

Zacharyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09451845709040328339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1138298806479836032006-01-26T10:05:00.000-08:002006-01-26T10:06:46.493-08:00

You may have heard it said that there's two sides to every story. I believe there's three. Your side, my side, and the truth.What if there isn't really a correct answer to the problem, though? What if it's all lost in interpretation? I see the truth differently than you see the truth. Am I wrong? Obviously, since you have every insight into the Almighty, you are also the definitive source on

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1137545188419579032006-01-17T16:23:00.000-08:002006-01-17T16:46:28.483-08:00

Hello! This is the site administrator for A Retrospective Perspective, and I just want to let you all know that there is a new template for the site! I hope everyone likes the fresh, new look!

Zacharyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09451845709040328339noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1136921114778190202006-01-10T11:08:00.000-08:002006-01-17T15:25:48.180-08:00

So I've set out to write a song that doesn't rhyme, doesn't have a beat, doesn't have any music, and--in general--looks like prose. But it isn't. Late nights have often brought forth love songs for no one. At least I have the advantage of knowing who this is for.Blessing or curse? It's hard to tell sometimes. I've been cursed with the fact that I can't forget the unbelievable amounts of crap I've

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1106511421855834532005-01-23T11:32:00.000-08:002005-01-26T12:32:12.690-08:00

Click. Click. Click. Click. This thing never did work very well. It's probably on its last leg, anyway. Perhaps I can coax it to work just once more. Click. Finally! The red-orange glow illuminates the blackness effortlessly. I scan my surroundings. Man, I need to clean this place up. Oh well, maybe tomorrow. How many times have I said that now? A new candle sits before me. I better light it

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1103058887234107452004-12-14T13:09:00.000-08:002004-12-25T17:28:54.166-08:00

Imagine for a moment you're exactly who you want to be. You're the guy who calls the shots. You're the go to guy. You're the guy with the good looks. You're the guy with all the money. You're the guy with all the girls. How far from who you really are is that person? He's too far to achieve in this lifetime, no? The problem is, we as humans have a bad habit of considering happiness as a rather

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1101676601661535792004-11-28T13:15:00.000-08:002004-11-28T13:16:41.660-08:00

It was a four space parking lot; three remained vacant. A lone car sat at the end with a lone occupant dying to get in, and yet dying for a reason to stay. The reason to stay was also what made him long to leave. He was confused and blinded by emotion--he'd been that way for far too long. Daily he would look in the mirror and say, "Who am I?" The man in the mirror only posed the question back.

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1093585749773322972004-08-27T01:00:00.000-07:002004-11-08T14:20:23.596-08:00

My worst fears were confirmed. I knew it to be true for such a long time, but no one ever told me differently. Perhaps everyone knew I couldn't deal with it so they simply didn't tell me. It was probably best kept that way... How much pain can one heart endure? My heart dove into the bottom of my stomach and submerged itself in acid, seemingly content to burn there. And I was helpless to stop it

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1082520023332408082004-04-20T21:00:00.000-07:002004-04-20T21:03:21.170-07:00

So, it's been a while. Recently I haven't really felt much like writing. I'm not sure why, I just haven't had much inspiration. But one of my passions has suddenly grown into something I haven't thought of as an option before until now. Music. Music is one of the most powerful forces on earth. Music can change your moods or set an atmosphere... it can add intensity to certain parts of movies or

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1077395506690152172004-02-21T12:31:00.000-08:002004-08-17T10:50:12.360-07:00

The clock ticks on as I bury my face in my hands. I try not to cry, but my eyes give my face a shower. Clearly we're better off as friends. The validity of that statement is horribly skewed. What have I become? All the bitterness and hatred and fear and pain and guilt slides through my fingers and plummets to the puddle below me... residing there was their purpose--an emotional release of the

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1075088856536358892004-01-26T15:47:00.000-08:002004-01-26T15:47:39.686-08:00

Recent times in my life have led me to believe it's very difficult to find the perfect girl. Obviously no one is perfect, but you can find someone who is perfect in terms of, "She's perfect for me." As I sat back and thought of some of my friends and acquaintances today, I realized that some of them are literally 'The Luckiest Guys I Know...' We'll start with Ben. Sure, sometimes I poke fun of

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1073689807432498402004-01-09T15:10:00.000-08:002004-01-09T15:11:22.966-08:00

"Hey you in the mirror staring back at me. Am i who i think i am, or am i who i see? Because i was never gonna grow up and be like you. You're not 'me'... at least i dont think you are. Who the heck am i anyways? When i was younger and i looked at you, you smiled back... where has your smile gone? When was it we became so different?"--Is it possible that i am different from the man in the mirror?

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1073604450432818382004-01-08T15:27:00.000-08:002004-01-08T15:28:44.746-08:00

Recently ive had trouble describing how i feel about whats been going on. I went to look at one of my friend's sites and he had posted the following: "All that I taste spits me out. Nothing will stay. But none of it ever leaves. I soak in loneliness and it burns. I wander in my mind and it burns. Each step sends me farther into the forest where the night deceives the sun and a new light reigns.

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1073350511344851322004-01-05T16:55:00.000-08:002004-01-05T16:56:22.310-08:00

Well, despite recent setbacks... Im ok. Although the loneliness is almost tangible at this point, Im ok. I'm tired of getting hurt. Im tired of being alone. im tired of thinking it will never stop... When i wrote my last post, i said some things i didnt mean. My whole comment about trust being a "stupid concept" was just ramblings of a troubled mind. I believe in trust, i believe in faith, and i

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1073104002452147402004-01-02T20:26:00.000-08:002004-01-02T20:27:51.013-08:00

"another social casualty, score one more for me"-- Sometimes when i think about things i wonder why i even try. Recently, brittany hasnt talked to me or done ne thing with me... i jokingly said "she hates me" all the time, cause it really did seem like she didnt like me. I ended up talking to her about it one day and rather than being like "Oh no thats not it at all" she really started talking

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1072036583009110542003-12-21T11:56:00.000-08:002003-12-21T11:57:19.810-08:00

Today while sitting in church, my pastor made an interesting point. Christmas has its own way of starting in everyone's heart. He told a story about how he always knew christmas was close, because when the first spat of cold came around his youngest daughter and her friend would always make hot chocolate and go sit by their pool and listen to a christmas CD by Amy Grant. And he always knew that

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1071468954907901632003-12-14T22:15:00.000-08:002003-12-14T22:18:09.746-08:00

Well, as most of you have probably noticed... Zach changed my template. I like it... its nice to have something fresh to look at. In fact... i havent really looked at this site in a while. There are so many things i think about typing on here... but i just cant bring myself to be open with my feelings on a public website. It wasnt until tonight when i was sitting on my bed playing one of my old

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1071457914099468042003-12-14T19:11:00.000-08:002003-12-14T19:13:01.686-08:00

Dearest Cory, &nbsp &nbsp I wanted to give you something very special for your Christmas. I fixed your template. I love you. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Love always and forever, &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Zachary

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1069975808280601682003-11-27T15:30:00.000-08:002003-12-14T19:04:29.390-08:00

Well, today is Thanksgiving. The national day where we sit down and eat lots of food and think of things we're thankful for. But do we really? I mean, how often is it that we actually think of all we have to be thankful for? Being the first to confess... often times i go through weeks at a time without giving thought to what all i have to be thankful for. However, on thanksgiving day i suppose

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1069303522242130392003-11-19T20:45:00.000-08:002003-12-14T19:03:59.826-08:00

Today we got out at 1:00 from school. As most of you know, ive recently started going out with a new girl named Brittany. :-)... After school me and Brittany and Amy(her best friend) went out to eat. I had so much fun just sitting and talking about a bunch of nothing. I even got to enjoy Amy acting out a few choice scenes from plays I've never seen or heard of. Who knows... perhaps they were just

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1068166521843559692003-11-06T16:55:00.000-08:002003-12-14T19:03:41.140-08:00

well tomorrow im headed off to motlow again. I cant help but dread it. Normally i love my motlow class. I have an incredibly interesting professor and its an English composition class so i dont mind any of the work. Usually i enjoy it. i like to write, so it works out nicely. BUT lately... all weve done is talk about gay rights and homosexuality. I cant help but notice the class has gone from a

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1068093413025514002003-11-05T20:36:00.000-08:002003-12-14T19:03:23.936-08:00

Well last night it rained. I hate it when it rains right after ive washed and waxed my car. Oh well... getting my car dirty is a small price to pay considering what brittany had to pay this morning... On her way to school her van hydroplaned and she lost control and ran off the road and flipped her van. the van was totalled... when i first pulled in the parking lot i noticed her van wasnt there.

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1067997020571316642003-11-04T17:50:00.000-08:002003-12-14T19:03:02.326-08:00

As some of you know my church has just finished up a Judgement house. Well saturday night i came out at around 2:15AM to head home for the evening, or morning in this case... and as i was getting in my car my friend happened to notice someone had drawn something on my rear windshield with their finger. they just stuck it in the dew and drew an obscene picture. well... i can handle that... i mean

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1067803904891726462003-11-02T12:11:00.000-08:002003-12-14T19:02:23.186-08:00

in keeping with my posting heritage its been far too long since ive written in here... but oh well... no one reads this ne ways. A big word thats been coming up recently is "surrender"... my youth minister asked me to lead a sunday night service for the youth and gave me a chapter in a book to read. I read it and spoke on it. it talked about how the true heart of worship is surrender. that was

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1066079714385760342003-10-13T14:15:00.000-07:002003-12-14T19:02:02.513-08:00

recently ive been dealing with confusion... it seems like everyday adds more confusion to my life. Ive had a burning hatred inside for everything going on... and yet i dont really even know what is going on... Emily torments me everyday... she claims she loves me and would be different... something inside me actually wants to believe her... but i know its not true... and i couldnt be with her

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-106548177529306292003-10-06T16:09:00.000-07:002003-12-14T19:01:24.903-08:00

Well its been a horribly long time since ive written in here... i dont really even know where to start... as you know ive recently been through a horrible break-up and recovery takes time... i guess ive tried to rush it somewhat and ive gotten myself in trouble... i met a girl and talked to her for a while... i even wrote about her in here... she made everything seem like it was gonna be ok...

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1063323085723856372003-09-11T16:31:00.000-07:002003-12-14T19:01:00.950-08:00

Well... what can i say? If i were to type out all the messed up crap thats been going on lately you'd probably die of boredom... so ill leave it alone... Lately ive really been trying to figure things out... I know i met someone who would be perfect for me... but shes unattainable... so i sit and think about how things could be... as i talked to a girl on the internet last night... i just kinda

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1061847513864191162003-08-25T14:38:00.000-07:002003-12-14T19:00:31.560-08:00

Life is cruel... nothing was ever really meant to make sense... all i know is im caught between some "he said, she said" bull crap and its ruining everything... things used to make sense to me... i had everything figured out... but ever since i turned 17 everythings been a craze of emotion and drama... 16 just held such better days... So i come into school this morning and open up my locker...

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1061243159984017432003-08-18T14:45:00.000-07:002003-12-14T19:00:08.216-08:00

Well... yet again its been a while since i posted something in here... as you can probably tell from my last entry I've had a lot going on lately... but i'd like to declare... I'M OK!!!! Amazingly enough someone stepped into my life the day emily and i broke up... and it's so incredible... we aren't together or ne thing... and i dont even know if we will end up together or if its relevant whether

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1060650587931950622003-08-11T18:09:00.000-07:002003-12-14T18:59:39.030-08:00

Well... kind of a lots happened since i wrote in here last... i wish that i could go 4 days and have nothing interesting to type because my life is so boring... but its not that way at all... My girlfriend and i broke up on saturday, August 9. This is probably the most terribly painful experience of my life... After being with someone for a year and three months... its hard to just "let go"... In

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1060311297495715572003-08-07T19:54:00.000-07:002003-12-14T18:58:53.983-08:00

Today after our 4:30 dismissal from band we had our infamous leadership meeting... im beginning to wonder if ne one has ne clue what the word "leadership" even means... Ive always been taught that attitude reflects leadership... and yet the Colemans (our band directors) picked the biggest BI's to run the band ive ever met... As a member of the "leadership team" im in charge of uniforms... hah...

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1060219791142935632003-08-06T18:29:00.000-07:002003-12-14T18:58:26.560-08:00

Today I've been mulling over the question in my head... "what the heck is wrong with me?" it reminded me of this song... words cant really describe how i feel... so i choose not to use them... ill leave you with a song by Jennifer Knapp (who is without a doubt the best female artist ever) and yes... she did write this and the music by herself... Whole Again By: Jennifer Knapp Daddy, daddy do

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1060032650164930542003-08-04T14:30:00.000-07:002003-12-14T18:58:05.390-08:00

Despite all the overblown tales about how great being a senior is... all ive figured out is that my high school career is almost over... great right? not necessarily... as i look into the future it only makes me want to retreat into the past more... soon ill be trying to determine what college best fits my interests and what major i should choose... soon after that ill have to find a good place

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1059871945910843612003-08-02T17:52:00.000-07:002003-12-14T18:57:46.796-08:00

Does the phone ever bring you pain? Most people can slip through life and never have a problem with a simple ring of the phone... but with every ring of my phone im reminded of the pain i must forbear for what seems an eternity... for just one time i want to be able to hear the phone ring and know its my baby girl on the other end... it seems this seperation will never end... about 2 minutes ago

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5638341.post-1059867585488036792003-08-02T16:39:00.000-07:002003-12-14T18:57:29.840-08:00

Sup everyone? Well I don't really know what to say... I spent the night at Zach's last night... it was pretty fun... we didnt really do much but it's still good to just hang out... you should all be glad this site isn't blocked by my gay internet filter or you wouldnt be able to read my "retrospective perspective" on life... At this site you'll probably see my views on certain outakes of my days

Coryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09556465956743929073noreply@blogger.com