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About Me

I enjoy the small things in life, the moments that most see as just ordinary stitches in the fabric of time, those are usually the ones when more than meets the eye is happening. just look, you'll see them.This myspace is dedicated to my writing. Honesty is a major virtue I hold in regards to my writing. I will be as honest with my pen as I possibly can, which I have found that those who write in unsugar-coated honesty are usually the ones who are better noted for what they had to say with their works.Writing has always been a major outlet for me, though the more i did it i noticed it became more of a medium of expression, one of love, grief, longing, sorrow and all those in between. This is your little window into who I am within who you see. Enjoy it, hate it, share it, whatever you wish. Its my gift to you to do as you wish.I am influenced in writing from everything the music of damien rice, jon foreman, bright eyes, also by the seasons, the falling of leaves, the seasonal death of the earth, the rebirth, and the shine of its beauty, by the moon and stars, the holding of hands, the rise and fall of man, plato, and many great thinkers, but mostly by love. if not for love, there would be no reason for irrational existence or decisions (and those decisions, my friend are what makes life, life.)Thank you for stopping by and please feel free to leave comments and send messages.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Anyone and everyone. mainly people who are real and true.

My Blog

Its Not Yours to Keep

Give it away, All of it, lover,Its not yours to keep: Your first glance from across the way, Your first kiss beneath the silver moonlight, Your first winter evening romance of each others rev...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Aug 2009 14:31:00 GMT

I showed... (despite)

I showed, Not inspite of, But rather, despite your warning.I was ready today, More so than the slow played Week-and-a-half could've allowed.Pleasantries, Theologies, Shallow, bit...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Aug 2009 14:13:00 GMT

Seamstress

Sacred spindles of thread Lay quarantine in a cabinet In your room, Awaiting the day you believe once more.Though your stitches and cloth were tore before By the hands undeserving of the...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Jul 2009 14:48:00 GMT

Monotony

This mornings cup-o-joe, Like all others, Requires its hand-n-hand counterpart, Mr. M. Red Today maybe even two As I sit at the open gate ...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Jul 2009 14:37:00 GMT

Naked Walls

Naked WallsThe walls in my house hang bare, without decor or painted borders.Not to be confused with empty As they support the ceiling from cave, The floor fr...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Jul 2009 14:11:00 GMT

Lonely Sunrise

I came to visit you today My lonely sunrise, So I could properly grant this day "Good morn' " And give you the letter your lonesome lunar lover Had left you after y...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 16:45:00 GMT

Ms. White (First Glance, First Taste)

I saw her face reflecting my desires As does the pristine lake When it marries the first summer sunset:Full of hope of a never ending season.I took in her breed of intoxication, W...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Apr 2009 22:50:00 GMT

Finding My Way pt. 2

Finding My Way (pt. II) Something is happening,Suddenl...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Dec 2008 03:16:00 GMT

Restless

Days end comes at the morrows first call of the morning bird, Another night, Another slumber, Another dream of Autumn leaves Passing into the clouded winter breeze, ...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 22:28:00 GMT

Autumn

AutumnThe leaves are turning Bringing the hills and countryside To nothing short of elegance,Defined by its brown accents Of fervent reds' and brilliant orange's.Birds give their last call to thei...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 22:11:00 GMT