Serenity...

I'd like to meet:

i'm a bit of a loner - enjoy my own company really but i'm up for meeting all types of people, but if you a guy and you going message me asking me to ''link up''don't bother!

Music:

Movies:

ok its taken me for evvvvaaaa to think of i film i love but the Stepmom always gets me going!

Television:

I'm really crap at watching TV unless Friends is on.

Books:

Please have a read of my Poetry Blogs!!!
Within the confines of a leadened, dark mind
Rises a splintered sun, on a barren land
sharp rays of gold slash at a canvas of ink black
And petals wilt to an outstretched hand
Where feathers shatter, when to the ground they fall
And where shards of glass will flutter to a still
On a leaf, struck down by shrapnels of dew
Where imagination drowns in a deep sea of blue
And fascination disappears beneath waves of doubt
And escape is to a dead end with a sign “no way out”
When the classroom becomes a sinkhole of confusion
where the language spoke on tongue and page is not your own
and you feel lost in a forest of words with no meaning
tall trees breathe down your neck and interrogate, why
A faceless clock ticks away the minutes like hours
And lined paper fences in creativity like barbed wire
Where outside the windows is a never ending grey
And blankets of clouds churn among the loneliest skies
Where every day is just a different shade of mundane
And you’re deafened by the silence of the ostracised
It’s just so much easier to give in, fade away
And nothing is worse than to live one more day
When drifting between hell and the heavens resides
Instead of living, or dying, or staying on the sidelines
And you wear the sky on your shoulders like mercury, or lead
Which is lighter than the strength that you muster to lift
Your tired feet, heavier somehow with each step they tread
and yet someway, weightless and numb you drift
Where rain drenches fields of crimson vines
Irrigated by razorblades, on infertile soil
Scarred plains of once places of beauty divine
Has corrupted by twisted thorns of turmoil
And in dark shadows hide memories with talons
Clawing and gnawing at what once was integrity
Feeding on the crawling underneath a surface
Leeches on a life lived without purpose, for eternity
Where coldblooded killers are fear and self-loathing
bleeding muddy water on a sheet of pure white
seeping ink into the veins of your very being
and illustrating the tainted heart you feel inside
is this the path, blind and alone you follow
on the pavement of a void, with legs of stone
to the middle of nowhere, a place you can breathe
a desert of cracked sand under an ocean of sky
away from the piercing glare of hurtful eyes
will you pace this trail, with the destination in mind
and not a backwards glance to the nothing left behind?
Or do you choose to sit by the side of the road
In the dust, of which used to be your hopes and dreams
All these expectations, hidden behind the façade
Of ambition and belief in your own ability
but you have no confidence and your promises are empty
and over the plains of self-doubt sets a red, broken sun
darkened clouds spit out lightning, splitting trees in half
away from the storm that brews above, you run
but you are swept up in the tide of hurt and pain
which paralyses you, unfeeling and cold, and then
leads us back to the beginning of this tale of desolation
an endless vicious cycle of depression, isolation
though while inside you despair, on your lips is a smile
so that no one shall know inside you are this fragile.

Heroes:

Me, myself and i, no one knows the strengths i've gone to get to where i am today!