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About Me

Um. . . What about me? Well, I love to read and write pretty much a good portion of my time. My father owns a publishing company, so that's pretty much self explanatory. I'm pretty laid back, quiet, observant, and reserved upon first glance. But, once you become familiar with me. . . Well, I guess you'll have to figure that out for yourself, because I don't know how to place my personality into words. I love the outdoors and will do pretty much anything out there. I especially love camping and wave running, along with other various naturely-inclined activities. I love to act. I've been in four plays, and participate in drama competitions. . . I've been sixteen since January, failed my driver's test twice, and still need a license and a job. So, I'm pretty much stuck at home. What do I do with all this time on my hands?

Simple. I party. I party and sleep. Party some more. How else do I maintain my social emotions from smudging the fringes of insanity? You gotta love friends. And when I'm not partying, I'm either sleeping, listening to music, reading, writing, or doing pretty much this- MySpace.

All that I can say at the moment is that I'm so happy it is summer. Next year I will be a junior; one step closer to graduation. But, right now, I'm going to set all of my worries aside- sit back, relax, and enjoy the warm Kamas sun upon my shoulders.

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A Beginning?

Sitting amongst the brim of the cliff, I gaze upon the ocean roaring at my feet, demanding authority amongst all nature to overcome its rocky wall. The wind is a merciless, damp whip upon my flesh, thoroughly responsive with portruding pores and hairs erect. The chill cruelly burdens my bones and whitens my breath, whilst the thunder perfusely roars its battle cry triumphantly amongst the ashen grim of the clouds. I sit in ponder. I sit in anguish. I sit with awe. Stripped from my daily authority, I am now the weaker amongst the demand of nature, and so therefore declare a fine retirement of such. No longer shall I rule. No longer shall I burden the worries of the kingdom, but my own atlast.

Though, honesty is that of a sharpened sword, wielded by that of reality. Reality- merciless, blunt reality. Reality is the true god of men, for it cannot be denied, for it is what molds us. And now, due to ceased responsibility and little demand, my kingdom has crumbled at my feet, and I am trapped beneath its ruin, unable to establish all Iâ€™ve destroyed. Reality has punished me brutally by casting me to the fringe of sanity. The ocean below begins to whisper a menacing welcome, wooing and bending my thoughts with its dangerous charm, and at present, nature wields the sword.

The tune of a song erupts my mind-

Look to the sea,

and there I shall be,

comforting, welcoming and friendly.

By night, I am told,

and by day, light is bold.

I am left amongst the sea,

a dream, or a tragedy.

A Sailorâ€™s Song, by the captain of the Helena, the first verse. Never again, and never before, did it, or shall it, fail me my comfort.

The lightning roots amongst its nest of clouds, a beacon of fiercely glowing light, absorbing my energy as its voice booms amongst the night, overbearing the oceanâ€™s demand, and the windâ€™s howl. Zeus is the truest leader, on I shall never be, and one I shall eternally envy.

And now, here I sit, deeply pondering my rule and the remnants of its duration. I am not great. I shall be infamous- a black mark amongst my kingdomâ€™s history. I stand, brushing the parasitic mud from my linen robes, and breathe a sigh, relinquishing my worries, fears, and emotions.

I plunge into the deep...

My Interests

Relinquish the dreams of those you took Inhale the air in which we share

Open your eyes, see the beauty in everything

Worship those in which you believe

Make a difference within the smallest action

Though it isn't much, at least you did something

See the dying man upon the side of the street

Give him a dollar or three Though it is nothing to you, to him it is a treat

Breathe the air of the natural producers

Though in return we provide pollution

Drop to your knees and ask God for forgiveness

Even if it is not of your religion

Though it is comfortable to be warm

The planet disagrees

For it is warmer than the natural human degree

Guns, bombs, deaths- exciting tales within a book

Though found in reality everywhere you look

Believe in the divine, or believe in yourself

No matter what, still try to help

Return to the battlefields and forget your home

It isn't fair to have one when the man you killed wasn't alone

Teens at schools, getting first cars and first kisses

What a dream to those who desperately try to make a living

Hold a hand, or kiss a forehead

Comfort those who mourn for their brother dead

Caress the soil and glance toward a majestic tree

Question this, "Do you feel the haunt of reality?"

Though combined, we do not see it

Hold a hand, then you'll feel it

We are one, the one and only

Look around and comfort the lonely

For we are one, the one and only-

Combined together, meant to be.

I'd like to meet:

Music:

I imagine the dawn of a brighter evolution,

though thoroughly flawed, the flaws slightly lessen.

Feel the warmth of the sun, hear the rush of the tide.

Dream of the hope for a morning bright.

Grim with fear, the battle cries grow loud.

Let the war subside, make your God proud.

Close your eyes and shut the sound of a morning dim-

scented with blood, two men fighting to win.

The light disperses, night shadowing us with victory.

The guns shout with bullets, a creation of mankind so evolutionary.

This is not what I imagined, please make it stop!

Oh, I guess you did, with a bullet through my thoughts.

I watch from the sky, upon a horrific doom.

If this is mankind, then we have nothing to lose.

Movies:

I swallowed the war to bring world peace,

now I'm an explosion of chaos internally.

The world at rest, I lay forgotten.

I did not fathom our world being so rotten.

I cannot breathe, nor can I think.

I am encumbered with war's nasty stink.

Cannot weep with this gruesome pain,

for I am the war in silent display.

I writhe and moan amongst the dead,

bullets whistle the tunes I dread.

To the sky, I spot the sun.

They call it the light of heaven.

Close my eyes, shut out screams,

try to imagine war as a nasty dream.

Open my eyes, I'm still here,

a dead man's head is near my ear.

Through my pocket, I dig with bloody fingers.

See the photo of my wife, oh how I miss her.

Smoke, death, shouts, and explosions,

rapidly destroying my hopeful imaginations.

A whistling bullet sings one last tune,

into my heart and right on through.

Into the photo, I smile at my smiling wife.

If only I could tell her I'd still love her in the afterlife.

Through my pain, i close my eyes,

slowly the pain subsides.

To the sky, I spot the sun.

They call it the light of heaven.

Close my eyes, shut out screams.

I eternally drift within my dreams.

Television:

And by the time he leaves me,

I am standing all alone,

deeply regretting

ever letting him go.

As I walk amongst the streets,

pretty couples pass me by.

They whisper oh so sweetly,

"Donâ€™t you cry."

Amongst the crowd,

my words are silent, actions loud.

I whisper in reply,

"How did this happen, how?"

Years say their farewell,

and I am left without a band.

I stare out my window

feeling the warmth of his phantom hand

I know he loves me,

by natureâ€™s song sweetly sound.

Though, it is hard to love him back

when he is six feet under ground. . .

Books:

Losing my aided direction,

I am lost within detention.

Regretting everything I've failed-

fearing the tragedy being mailed.

I apologize, family, for all of this.

I despise witnessing the lack of bliss.

"You are my Harvard child," I am told.

Though, the taunt of Harvard is far too cold.

I regret inflicting such disappointment.

And, I apologize for that.

Through my constant sorrow,

I despise myself for such.

You believe in me with all your heart.

Though, do I wish, that I can do as much.

Heroes:

My friends, family.

My Blog

World Peace Debate.

"If human advancement requires some death, I guess. As long as it's for the benefit of more people than it harms." -Bryson. "Not unless the deaths for "human advancement" is gravitated toward cultural...
Posted by em on Tue, 10 Jun 2008 02:37:00 PST

License. Job. KA!

So. . . My mother handed me the keys to my convertible. . . I do not understand why. I haven't a license, a job, and I've failed my driver's test twice now. . . And suddenly, she's like, "Here." Is it...
Posted by em on Mon, 02 Jun 2008 01:10:00 PST

What Soldiers Would Do For The World

I swallowed the war to bring world peace,now I'm an explosion of chaos internally.The world at rest, I lay forgotten.I did not fathom our world being so rotten.I cannot breathe, nor can I think.I am e...
Posted by em on Mon, 28 Apr 2008 07:08:00 PST

A Morning Dim

I imagine the dawn of a brighter evolution,though thoroughly flawed, the flaws slightly lessen.Feel the warmth of the sun, hear the rush of the tide.Dream of the hope for a morning bright.Grim with fe...
Posted by em on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 03:56:00 PST

Grades For Those Troubled.

Losing my aided direction, I am lost within detention. Regretting everything I've failed- fearing the tragedy being mailed. I apologize, family, for all of this. I despise witnessing the lack of bliss...
Posted by em on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 03:48:00 PST

An Ending Always Begins a Beginning.

Tribute to My Sister, Shortly Facing Graduation

Through the troubles and through the timewe were together, you and I,conquering crushes and speaking freelyof our hopes, our thoughts, our emotions, our feelings.No secrets were hidden and all was tru...
Posted by em on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 04:50:00 PST

How Did This Happen, How?

And by the time he leaves me, I am standing all alone, deeply regretting ever letting him go. As I walk amongst the streets, pretty couples pass me by. They whisper oh so sweetly, "Don’t ...
Posted by em on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 04:37:00 PST

A Song for a Story

In which the CavesRests a secretSo great that none can hear itDare to enterThere is no turning backTravel furtherTo where light is blackOpen the doorThe secret revealedCome home no moreSo the secret&r...
Posted by em on Sun, 30 Mar 2008 04:30:00 PST

Dream

I have something to admit You do not understand my emotions You fathom none of it Yet here I remain, watching you each day Wishing, hoping, dreaming That you will look my way. But I am just a dreamer,...
Posted by em on Tue, 18 Mar 2008 04:29:00 PST