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Me?...uh
Confusion, disorder, love, hate, obsession, depression are all elements that I thrive
on...

My eyes see beauty in all except in myself...

Love is earned hate is given...

I go to college in the middle of nowhere 2 hours away from my broken home...

If you want more ask someone else I never know what to put in these...

Likes
MUSIC
friends
photography
paintings
the stars and the moon
dogs
the rain
writing from time to time
and anything that takes my mind off how messed up things can get

Hates
people who refuse to open their minds
haters
well people in general
cold showers
my accent

My words..

My hero
In this picture everything is perfect...
There is no chaos, hate, or loneliness,
All there is is unconditional love.
You know the kind that no matter what never it fades away
The kind that is hardly ever found but when it is you never want to let go.
The kind that I was forced to see only twice a month.
I would have given anything to have seen that man every day.
Instead I only had a replacement, one my mom thought was right.
But it was never the same
All he did was try to alter me
But only in vain
I was never like him or what he wanted
Nor was I at home
In fact I don't have a home
Just a family that has been shattered into scattered pieces
Pieces that tore me open and ripped me apart as they fell from that picture
This picture also reminds me of what I never had
Of how alone Ive always been
I walk those sunny crowded streets just like you and the next guy
But in my mind they are dark and lonely illuminated in only in black and white
Always searching for someone to take my hand
Searching for a place to call home
Every day that goes by only draws me closer to where I belong...

Your essence
The smile has been ripped off my face
And my mouth sewn shut.
Must…write…
It is the only way I feel a brief moment of relief,
The only way I can relax for just a small amount of time,
I'm always second guessing myself.
Is it my fault things are like this now?
Why does shit have to stay when all you want it to do is go away?
All I do is fold when something goes wrong,
I just run into my corner and hide ,
Telling myself everything is going to be ok.
But it never is,
Everything only comes back to haunt me.
I've been reduced to nothing but a shell,
Just an empty vessel staring into nowhere.
All I do now is think of you,
Why does everything remind me of you?
Has everything I thought to be beautiful has been tainted by your essence?
I tried to forget you,
I tried to sleep you off,
But only in vain.
You still linger in my thoughts,
Just stuck in my head.
There is no way I could ever forget you,
And even though it pains me to think of you,
I don’t think I want to…

Last desire
"What has not turned gray has turned lose." he said, and as I looked him I knew
he meant more than his hair. "Never let those you love get away" he moaned as
rolled over and faced the wall. In his last moment all that was suppressed had risen up to
take one last bite. The only thought that still echoed in his head was one of him on a
lonely dock in the fog watching the flowers intended for her drift away like she had. As
passed a sole tear rolled down face and it was absorbed by the ground. The tear in many
ways was a symbol of him, going down a lone disconcerting path only to disappear in the
end. The truth is he had died that day he read that guilt and tear stained letter as ran
his finger across the red stain the her lips left behind. That day he gave up only to let
the thought of her control his every thought. At his funeral there were those with false
tears and forgotten fears only to let one stand out. In the back stood a women in black
and behind her veil I saw nothing but a shattered heart and a single droplet of loss
running down her face.



She carried a revolver

I still remember that night she shot me down.
Only she didn't use lead, oh no, that just wasn't her style.
She loaded her guns with anger and despair,
And set them off blazing through the air.
She walked in with her crosshairs on me.
Making it a point that I should no longer breathe.
One by one she shot her rounds through my veins,
And laughed at the fact that I was in pain.
Every word punctured deeper than the first.
Leaving them lodged deep inside as if they were a curse.
Every shot went down my spine and through my heart,
Altering all my feelings as they were ripped apart.
Bang Bang
She shot and shot, right through all my passion
Doing all of it without any manner or fashion
She made sure every sin was revealed.
Leaving scars that not even time could heal.
I looked into her eyes and saw the red,
I couldn't believe my angel wanted me dead.
After all of it was over and I was left bloody on the floor
I knew that I could love no more
All of the dust settled and I noticed that she left one round on the ground.
I knew there was only one thing left to do.
I didn't even try I was already dead,
Once she broke my heart I put her bullet in head.

I have more somewhere but right now I lack the patience to find them...

If you want to see my photography ask and I will email you a link who knows you might like
it.

If you look at my stuff comments and criticism are encouraged..

That is all.