|Here's a photo from my trip to Puerto Rico in November I took this on horse back on Rincon beach|
|Here's my latest poem!|
Repression...Depression...Isolation.It's a slow descent into madness.Repression...Depression...Isolation. by Miscellaneous123
It's the silent cry of the moon.
A pain known to only those who've lived.
It's the feeling of a loved one gone
The searing pain of a final song
The closing of a favorite book
Knowing no one else will care to look.
It's like a corner.
A sad, lonely corner.
And there lies a full grown man finally learning to call for help
While his whole world disappears before his eyes.
It's the winter when we long for spring.
The hunter while the birds are trying to sing.
It's a small space where we feel trapped
But we are trapped together.
If only you'd look left or right
Maybe you'd find the switch for light.
And maybe you'd find someone,
Who also struggle to be alive.
Take from them this vital advice
Dark is evil, and light is nice
And if you find that darkness is
No One Left to LoseBlocked from the worldNo One Left to Lose by Miscellaneous123
Shielded from the truth
A billion mile sheet,
To cover the mighty sun's
It's dark now
And she's wandering around
Jumping at every sound,
Trying to remain quiet
So that they don't hear...
...Her desperate cries for help.
She mustn't bother.
It's been something mandatory
For some time now.
A young hero born into the arms of a broken kingdom,
Must stand strong in the face of danger.
They rely on her to keep a straight face,
To not look left nor right
To not show a single sign of weakness.
But she can't help it.
It's dark now.
It was always inevitable.
And now more help is needed to return
All those who seemed to care
Don't care for much in the end.
They turn their backs
Stick their naïve noses in the air
How DARE we get up to help!
What will be said of us if mistakes are made?!?!
Let the hero deal with all there is!
So she struggles with her words.
Let the hero deal with fate unto
UntitledA friend of whom I cannot remember,Untitled by Miscellaneous123
Has the voice of the silent wind
Flying here and drifting there,
For he will not be contained
Smoke in a cage, he’ll rise through the bars,
Being freed from such a harsh rule as ours
A murder of the body and soul
Was committed with triumph!
Of the lonely howl of the wind
Sung to a lowly child
A woman without her husband,
A friend without her friend,
No one there to meet you to help you through the end!
He’s tried many times to make his life like mine;
And I have tried many times to hum him one last rhyme.
For here and there a thought
Without a friend to hold my hand;
It strikes me odd to know I’ll never see him again.
Once more a myth is told with doubt,
In attempt to help each other out;
A feeling held from hand to hand
As they leave each other once again.
As the clock ticks on and the stories are droning;
This young man will have to pause his growing.
He’s waited too long to simply just show her,
But the heart he has deep do
I'm 104% Mentally Unstable...Seems low...I'm 104% Mentally Unstable... by Odoms-Spire
Just got back yesterday from visiting :iconPhoenixphyre: in Iowa for a week! Man did I miss her! She moved into an awesome apartment close to her work and everything! So happy!
We got to see Beauty and the Beast on Broadway Thursday night at the Stevenson Theater in Iowa which was EXCELLENT! I was truly blown away!
Besides my stomach issues, I'm actually pretty ok!
Hope everyone else is too!
Oh and I forgot to mention that on March 14th I got my first tat! Would anyone be interested in seeing pics? Let me know!
Snagged from :iconTheBeeThatHums:!
[x] You have yelled at an inanimate object for 'hurting you.'
[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door.
[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.
[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, and then people gave you weird looks.
[x] You have run into a tree/bush.
[x] You have been called a blonde
[x] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.
 You just tried to lick your elbow.