Clone

An imperfection, as I'm told while being a resurrection. When I wake up I'm afraid, from the sight of the evil that's been made. To live up to expectations or a code, as my eyes erode. Blind from the world of thought, with a determination that can easily be bought. Here someone else to take my place, just to wake up with someone else wearing my face.

Caught

Behold the dark soul with all infected bones, bringing darkness to all your home's. I am he who stands upon all the mountains, making neck into geyser fountains. Sick and violent, delicate and silent. Defining your reality with two words, poisoning the birds. A maze, fufilling you with a daze. As the world seems to slip away, as night becomes day. Running for more of me, stuck in the closet so your skeletons can't see. Only after your blood is frozen stiff, as a dog notices a familiar sniff. Left right or skip ahead, no way out now your dead.

Winter bird

Four friends left for you, with nothing left to do. Something so fragile, won't you smile even for a little while? Remember the dreams you used to live in, why let the darkness win? Delicate like the snow, with love like a plant you grow. But your losing sight for who you are, even icarus only got so far. So please beloved stay away from the sun, please run. You'll fall, then no one will be left to care at all. Then the darkness is all you'll be, just like me.

When I'm gone

So this is this is good bye, to my ever changing life just to lay here and die. So when the day comes and I lose my face, that some day I'll come back to this wonderful place. The road to hell is along the way, is paved with good intention as they say. Now stuck here in the cold, with just one more poem to be told. On a path paved with blood that's long, the next time you wake I'll be gone.

Joker tribute

Why so serious? Does insanitys meaning make you furious. But you went from being done, to adding another to be your son. Welcome to the future batsy, no need to be sassy. I run your life, so lets see how many scars will be made with my knife. I was always the ace to your game of poker, but thats because im actually the joker. Come now hero, has your old age made your performance zero? I may be a psycho of all trades, but your reign is the one that fades. Looks you could have ran, thats why its gonna be having fun killing you batman.

Memory

I remember the first time we met, a day I would never forget. My friend was yours and you were his, who would have expected that to end up like this? Your brown eyes tearing up because he wanted someone old, even though I felt every moment shared with you as gold. Then things got worse, from what was love was now a curse. I never thought to pursue, even though I loved you. I was afraid to hurt someone so special, if I could go back I would make it official. But as soon as I had you you saw me for what I was, blaming yourself for some blind cause. What I remember isn't just about you loving me, just that now it's nothing but a memory.

Final Reflection

1. Some writings I would like to discuss would be "Sara's smile", first about its meaning, its about a time that was really hard for me, the window being my eyes, I describe every feeling of it. The feeling of being lost being described with the line "Sad thing is all the boy wants to do is crash." I described my first time ever seeing a dead body, I also describe the song that played in the title "Sara's smile" its by far the best poem I have really put any thought into. "Negativity", probably one of my favorites to read over and over. See, this poem has three meanings, a lot of my poems can be taken in many ways but I wanted to be very creative with this one, the first meaning was about the ideal of humanity, how we always tend to question ourselves over moral decisions, justifying such actions with sinning or some sort of karma. Second would be over the social standing that we establish, such as rich, middle class and poor, I include Darwin's emphasis on society at one point as well, what makes this poem interesting is that it was from the first and last line writings we did. The third was over a game called Dark Souls 2, the curse of want was the urge for power in the game, the story was always about the king becoming drunk with power, just to have his queen take advantage of his thirst that he was poisoned with insanity. The whole game your trying to find your reason to live, your reason for being in some world without even knowing why you were sent there, that's what makes this poem so beautiful to me. The last poem I want to talk about is "Ghoul", this was my first poem I ever really made, it was supposed to be a song I was going to write but I didn't want to have the chance of ruining such a good piece of writing, the thoughts that brought me to write this was about how people use there common bias to judge others, to acknowledge their beliefs or way of living in such a way, then to have supporters to bully someone as if its right when its really wrong. So I used murder to detail such an immoral act, then used cannibalism to describe the way people just like to eat away at each other.

2. The only readings I have ever done were Ashley's and Bonita's stories, my favorite of Ashley's would be Black Sacrament, which was inspired by the first/last lines and a game called skyrim. I love the detail she puts in the insanity of the jester, as if it was straight out of the game. Bringing out his murderous side using puppets in the form of dead children to attack people, the emphasis being played in his lines, as if expressed in a way you want to see more of him and to end with a line that explains the magic behind his control. Interesting piece of writing. For Bonita, Black Oak hospital was my favorite, the description of an insane asylum and the feelings you can capture about the struggle of this man Shaw trying to get out just to be trapped yet again. I love horror that ends exactly where it began, in a way where it finishes with an ending no one would expect.

3. The setting of the blog is based on my deepest thoughts, the only people I could see reading this are the ones who would understand the beauty of including a little dark in things that are supposed to be like fairy tales. Maybe philosophers too, because most of my writing is reflective on humanity, that and includes real issues in the typical kid. I will continue to post on here, post more poems, maybe lighter but still with the same theme, maybe diversify a little on the issues too.

4. The things in my journal are about my struggles, my feelings more then my thoughts, the things i'm not really open with. I probably wouldn't want anyone to read it unless they would keep it to themselves, sometimes i'll just be fine then just write to write and then completely forget about what I was feeling, so if they were worried I wouldn't have to feel bad. I'll continue to write in my journal when life gets too hard for me to handle, so if I don't really want to describe what i'm feeling to someone i'll show them my writing instead.

5. Stitching up and breaking down, oh come back to me my sad clown. My bane, who drives me insane. Your stares so cold, still hard to let go of this hold. Hear you feeling my hand, misinterpreted so hard to understand. The definition in your smile so twisted, wishing the human heart never existed. Your thoughts bland, blood worthy truly in demand. Your lust for brothers knows no bounds, even if your mating with mad hounds. The same will it always be, for this is the world were forced to see. You know who you are, you know how I got these scars. No need to stop my beloved enemy, because in the end your the same as me. You can't stop my heart beat, you can't stop me flooding the streets. Watch the purpose of my smile, to cause destruction within every mile. This world mine the reason it exists, now watch the rebels raise their fists. Consumed with power of these hounds of hell, nothing left in the end but you and a story to tell. A gift given by a devil so pale, a lonely tale. Of a beauty and a beast, in the end he gets a good feast. This was poem was made when I was really bored, and its something to make note of because it actually reminded me of how I was feeling at the time, it was humorous.

6. I closed my eyes, head drooping, like a person drunk for so long he/she no longer knows he/she's drunk, and then, drunk, awoke to the world which lay before me. A world of madness lead by the lord of lies, showing man the way to rule such a land. Having his name told through books so they can use him to achieve greater, and torture the "weak" or the non-believers. The strong being told to feed upon the weak as if Darwin was their god, the world being tossed into chaos because of their one and only lord. Fighting for what they believe in, as bombs fall and the skies are stained in the bloodshed. A world now without light to their missionaries sent to other countries to spread their beliefs, only pulling the trigger first and forgiving them later. As the ones like I, drink, drinking from the wine of knowledge and the apples of temptation, just wishing the world would end. To get rid of the liars, the cheats, the killers and puppet masters, unfortunately a utopia is proven impossible. All man damned to the curse of want, the need to want more, to fight for that cause or die trying that is the curse of man. Dreaming that I could run away or save the weak from the strong, to stop the modern cannibalism like ones standing really matters. Such a constant issue of all man to feel better about themselves from picking at the dead or the poor just to find out were really all the same, dead. Only to awake again I yell at the world with such insanity that ears bleed, a screaming that comes across the sky. Negativity is my favorite writing I have ever written.

7. Any writing I plan on doing in the future is probably making video games out of little poems or stories that I write, what I get out of writing creatively is the ability to write about my inner most thoughts I never explain outside my mind. In ways it differs from my writings in school is that it is limited to a good amount that is presentable to younger minds rather then the more mature. In my life, my writings reflect on who I am, who I describe myself as, who I want to be and the things I have done to get here, good or bad.

8. Any final words of advice I could give to anyone is embrace these thoughts, any feelings that you would normally hide to any breathing life form on this earth. Use it as a median in your life when you lack that person in your life, sure they wont  be understood in ways that you hope, but it'll help when the world seems against you. Just know your giving someone else the chance to see the side of you that you don't really express or the miracle of your imagination to bless their day with each piece of your creativity. This is the best advice I could give any writer really

From Negativity

My little sister Sara

Roxy

My lover, my beloved deceiver. Her hair of many colors but one so true, every time I see that evil little smile the more I fall for you. Your teeth the only response I need, my flesh to help you feed. My master my slave, a woman truly I would see to my grave. Her tempting skin, just welcoming in. Mutual cannibalism, followed with endless masochism. A woman I'd loved to dress, truly entranced I must confess. Her dark eyes giving me purpose on a world with no light, for she shows me beauty in the fight. To embrace the dark, where deeper into her eyes I'll make my spark. Loving both the man and the dog, clearing my mind when all is fog. Giving me something I never had to see, loving every part of me. Ah how I wish to see that beautiful face, of my beloved lavender lace.

Intention

What's that I can't hear you over your screaming, oh escape? You must be dreaming. Damn I knew it was bad to use duct tape. Oh no matter, I like the chase. Oh I hear you trip and that clatter, hurry I want to see You leave this place. With a broken foot, where do you expect to go? Seeing the tracks of suet, if you make it we'll never know. Just kidding, your my prisoners MY play things. Forever here to do my bidding, just to be tossed away like nothing. You knew who I was all along, took you long. Yes I, he. The man who can never die, and a devil hidden inside me. Your Damn right I'm a demon, but in this world living isn't free. I bring fear in the hearts of men, so what will it be? Never mind you made Your choice, sorry now I have to eat. Oh~ listen to that shrill in your voice! That simply cannot be beat!~

Harley

Stitching up and breaking down, oh come back to me my sad clown. My bane, who drives me insane. Your stares so cold, still hard to let go of this hold. Hear you feeling my hand, misinterpreted so hard to understand. The definition in your smile so twisted, wishing the human heart never existed. Your thoughts bland, blood worthy truly in demand. Your lust for brothers knows no bounds, even if your mating with mad hounds. The same will it always be, for this is the world were forced to see. You know who you are, you know how I got these scars. No need to stop my beloved enemy, because in the end your the same as me. You can't stop my heart beat, you can't stop me flooding the streets. Watch the purpose of my smile, to cause destruction within every mile. This world mine the reason it exists, now watch the rebels raise their fists. Consumed with power of these hounds of hell, nothing left in the end but you and a story to tell. A gift given by a devil so pale, a lonely tale. Of a beauty and a beast, in the end he gets a good feast.

Truth

Devil amongst the masses,can you see the truth behind the broken glass? Silent night for the rest of my life! Only to be brought to the end by your Damn knife. The boy inside the man, holy water on these chains burning as he ran. Cursed a sinner, left to be some angels dinner. Whisper Whisper don't make a sound, soon your right will be in the ground. Come forsaken all your beliefs give in to the temptation, stopping your heart beat with this sweet sensation. Now they can't hurt you, no matter what they do. Come on dare devil, show them power on a whole new level! MY master! Kill them faster! Feast upon their holy flesh, do you smell the crimson it's so fresh~ Now we're the same you and I cursed by our true desire, that's why we reside in this lake of fire

Ignorance

Cold and callous the best way to handle these thoughts, not accepting the truth I sought. That the world is filled with liars and gambles, that making choices is like winning in scrabble. Controlled by something, feeling like its better then knowing nothing. My innocence is what I miss, dreaming that on day I would feel such bliss.

Centipede

Crawling into my ear, slowly hurting me being so sincere. This torture you consume, making yourself a little room. Taking away all the pain, stopping my eyes rain. The only one who cares, who doesn't want the truth or the dares. Just wants me to feel something, anything. Even if it hurts the most, anything to please its host. Sucking out all of the life out of me, taking away all the pity. Turning the page watching me grow, with details you don't care to know. Crawling from one to the other, hoping I don't find another. Its not you it was the host, just know I cared about you the most. But all turtles must come out of the shell, being trapped in fear is hell.

Shadows

I'm still the man I was when you found me, but you don't accept what you see. I don't need your understanding, now I feel nothing. Dire need of some one new, but i'm not changing for anyone that's what I have sworn to do. Cant prove what I denied, sorry for who I am guess I lied. Stared at like some animal in a cage, of some old age. Rabid and wild, losing to some child. Go ahead glare, with that hateful stare. Or awhile trapped in a haze, while you try enchant the beast with your broken gaze. I cannot change what I have done, then why should I run? Have you seen me for the man I have proven to be? no because a shadow is all you love to see.

On the other side

Standing on solid ground, look up from falling down. I would break, I would shake. I would burn, I would turn. I would suffer, I would lie I would steal for no other. There's nothing left inside, there's nothing left to hide. My heart is yours so rip it out, listen to what i'm on about. Who am I to be here? All you need to know is all always will be there. There's nothing in between to fall through, i'm being myself who are you? Cant kill the way you feel, what you see is real. I don't expect you to understand this, taking all your insecurities for granted. My actions are your fault, now i'm in a mirror locked up in a vault. You knew who I was, no more excuses and no real cause. You are stuck in this world of broken glass, growing like the roots in the grass. It eats away at you doesn't it? You always wonder why can't I quit? Your addicted to the hold, like a greedy king all his gold. Can no longer resist? such a narcissist. But you and I are the same guy, and were feeling so alive we could die.

Cannibal

Still hard to let go I can still hear you singing, the mourning bells are ringing. These thoughts lost in my head, with these eyes left to witness the black and red. Poetic, psychotic. Romantic, eccentric. Eating away at me slowly, soon to come and embrace me. Stain my cloths with that crimson justice, to show your true face my alice. Everlasting madness, such a mess. The ropes slowly coming apart, now here back at the start. Hunger, stronger. Unconscious, darkness. This end that I let in, my life yours and all thats within. Don't you detest what you see? Wont you come and digest me? Make me pay for my deceit, Bon appetite.

Reasoning

Pointless and repetitive, looking for some reason to live. Some excuse for some thoughtless destiny, with some after life besieged by some worn out philosophy. To live is to work, to live with the flaws and your quirks. To live is to breed, to live is to fulfill every need. To live is to sin, to live is to be forgiven. To live is commitment, to live is to repent. To live is to repeat, to live is to sleep and eat. To live is to feel, to live is to deal. To live is to fight, to live is to be wrong and right. To live is to be lean, to live is to be clean. To live is to accept, to live is to intercept. To live is to breathe, to hold like a sword in its sheathe. To live is to protect, truth soon to dissect. Living life to the fullest, being at your best.

Absolution

My lover is an angel smiling even at her funeral, as the people shake their head in disapproval. My goddess and my only prayer, that no matter where she goes I'll always be there. I'll give you my life, I'll tell you my sins as you sharpen your knife. Lost forever yet I still care, to no other smile could yours compare. White as the show, divine with your glow. In this winter wonderland, do I see you happy holding another's hand. I'm happy here where I lay, even its just me at the end of the day. Leave me here and throw away the key, in this cage just for me. Saying good bye to my sunlight, knowing she's happy I'll always be alright. Safe hands held on this white dance floor, to be just enough and nothing more.

Blood worthy

The beginning was fun and you felt free, then the shroud left and you were forced to see. That life isn't just happiness and sunshine, sometimes it's taking a new breath or getting out of line. Its about closing ones eyes to see clearly, see we hold onto the sight so dearly. The reality that isn't there, the life that is always fair. The beast beauty of his own, with all the lies he had shown. You see for how it all was, so you go back to the life You were in to think of a just cause. The life of pain, where you couldn't just run free in the rain. So bland, for a blood worth at high demand. Simply one of the kind, to be blood worthy you must be out of your mind.

Envy

Endless despair meets eternal hope, the feelings we encourage, these happy thoughts and the smiles that help us get by. The kindness we are given and shared among the less fortunate, the feeling of replacing the darkness with your own light. Always holding up your hand to care, nursing people back to health so courageously, her only medicine a hug and a firm shake. To even the one she desspises she provides such a heart warming gaze, as if the whole worlds problems just disapear in that manner of moments when most would run, or just toss someone away, it only seemed to be a strength. A family that doesnt support, a brother who betrayed her, a sister that abandoned her, and parents who care nothing but the bond of family. The only thing that keeps me going, that helps me let go, the one friend thats there for me when I feel lost, my friend Brenda. I envy her.

101 things about me

1. Drake Shade is my darker emotions.
2. I have three sisters and two brothers.
3. My favorite game is the wolf among us.
4. I love the lord of the rings series.
5. My favorite food is chicken fried steak.
6. My favorite book series is Cirque du freak.
7. I love poetry.
8. I love chess.
9. I want to be a video game designer.
10. I make videos in my free time.
11. I love reading.
12. I love writing.
13. I listen to a lot of alternative and classic rock.
14. I'm not good with making decisions on my own.
15. My weakness is that I am hard headed.
16. I'm insanely afraid of being something i'm not.
17. My favorite band of all time would be drowning pool.
18. I don't get along with my big sister.
19. My favorite among my siblings is the one whose always there, my brother-in-law Colby.
20. I like to draw.
21. I have trouble with feeling anything.
22. I usually do things without thinking.
23. I find it really to comfortable to lay down listening to music while reading a book.
24. I like to see my friends happy, so I usually do what I can to make them feel better.
25. I am very selfish.
26. I love sleeping a lot.
27. Thinking a lot makes me depressed.
28. I usually write horror stories and poems about my inner thoughts or my sense on human nature.
29. I like to play any kind of poker.
30. I'm careless.
31. I like to shut off my feelings a lot so I can take it all out on my writing.
32. When I write, I tend to lose sight of the things around me, then come back to reality after its done.
33. My favorite song would be "Feel like I do" by Drowning pool.
34. When I do think, I like to do it by myself, I don't really like the idea of putting my problems on someone else.
35. I don't like being a burden.
36. I don't forget and forgive more like I just remember and forgive, cant lie to yourself what they've done.
37. I like having control.
38. I'm a neat freak.
39. I don't ask myself why things happen, I just ask why do I let them happen.
40. My friend Brenda is really the only person who gets me.
41. I don't really like losing people I love.
42. Death scares me.
43. I have a habit of walking on my tip toes.
44. I dislike people ruining my games.
45. I learn things better on my own.
46. I hate making mistakes.
47. I like watching anime.
48. I like to read manga.
49. I like to play video games.
50. My favorite console would have to be any of the PlayStations.
51. I tend to overthink things when I am mad.
52. The hardest game I've ever played was Demon Souls.
53. I hated my middle school years.
54. My best friends are David North and Elijah Harris.
55. I don't get along with people I don't know unless someone I know knows them.
56. A lot of my inspiration is from music.
57. I have band named Devils Syndicate.
58. I don't ever really feel like I have to study.
59. I don't like objective things.
60. My favorite subjects at school are English and Math.
61. My least favorite would be History.
62. My Dad is who I look up to, someone I want to be like.
63. My favorite poet would be my father, we write about the same things.
64. I have problems being compassionate.
65. Halloween is my favorite holiday.
66. Fall is my favorite season.
67. I don't like opening up to people.
68. I don't get along with very emotional people.
69. I dislike talking about my past.
70. My parents are good people.
71. I don't like most of my uncles, but I love most of my aunts.
72. I have anger issues.
73. The three main things I care about is my family, my best friends and stability.
74. I don't like feeling guilty or taking the blame for things I cant help.
75. I don't like faking feelings.
76. I like playing role playing games.
77. I like playing strategy games.
78. My favorite game on PC would be either Garry's mod or Amnesia the dark decent.
79. I like things being in alphabetical order.
80. Algebra is a lot better then Geometry.
81. My favorite manga would be Dogs: Bullets and Carnage.
82. My favorite anime would be Code Geass.
83. I ignore a lot of the problems in my life.
84. I am ignorant when it comes to social events.
85. I don't know how to act at funerals.
86. I cry rarely.
87. I like baby sitting my little cousins.
88. I work at my aunt Kim's flea market.
89. When it comes to making decisions I feel lost.
90. I talk to my mother when I feel that way.
91. When I sing I imagine the scene of the song I wrote.
92. Any game is really easy for me once I've mastered the controls.
93. I love having long hair.
94. I like wearing suits.
95. My favorite drink would be Pepsi or Lemonade tea.
96. I'm very protective of my younger siblings.
97. A song that would describe my life would be "Vendetta" by Deligma
98. I practice singing a lot when i'm alone at the house.
99. The game that i'm best at is The Darkness 1 and 2.
100. I am 17 and feel the oldest out of my siblings.
101. I love to sing.

Monsters

Scratching at the doors, clawing at the floors. Drowning in the rivers of tears, pulling me further to the darkness of one's fears. No need to fight, it's all going to be alright. Swimming up for air, to a world that drowns you without a care. It's air poisonous, it's agriculture filled with pus. Accompanied by maggots and black skies, that's the world in my eyes.

A wolf's tale

Cold reflection they tell no lies, but eyes just scratch the surface. Dont shake me, don't make me bear my teeth you really don't want to meet that guy. Don't wake me, don't let me off the leash, there's a monster living under this hide. The fairytales are dead, try not to lose your head. Wolf in sheep's clothing, intoxicated by the loathing. Whose evading the skin clad wolf? I hope the spoils were worth it. Now the beasts fires been lit, you know what you've done, so start to run. Petulant thorn in your side, awakening the beast inside. Won't listen to a word you say, so get the hell out of my way. Breaking the prison and cracking the cage, unleashing this beast full of rage.

Falsify.

I need some room to breathe, because I've lost all I believe. Like a bratty little child, going rabid and wild. Foaming out my mouth and pouring out my eyes, tired of all the lies. I'm choking, please tell me your joking. Just strike me down with your light, I won't fight. Send me to the darkest depths, filled with torment to the sinners since their deaths. Tear my skin with the lake of fires chains, continue these back pains. Something to feel other then lost, please whatever the cost. I'm done being him and i, tired of life being a lie. Words that are never really heard, are better described with one word. False.

Promise land

The way you used to feel, when you didn't know if it was all real. Always with a world you picture to see, where everyone's running free. No war just happiness consumed by the suns light, to see all the wrongs and one day make a right. To do something new, to see the sky is truly white and blue. A place without hate, where the living all can relate. A true paradise, almost as transparent as ice. Melting away with your dreams, burning with the world's painful screams. The world that was foretold, sold out with lies and gold. All for lustful intent, left in a world where no one wants to repent. This is the world that be, always home to me.

Insanity

I made your head ache, like a devil in your mind I make your heart break. Oh you know I like to do what I please, like a bullet in a gun I'll just give it a squeeze. You know I'm careless but it's all in the fun, like flying towards to the sun. Be your morphine going straight to your head, seeing nothing but the red. Cry, lie. Get on a knee, and plea. Either way I'm out, so rot and pout. The voices telling me to stop, to make this feeling in my chest to pop. Talking to yourself to contemplate, deciding your own fate. To live or die there's no difference, because living just to die doesn't make sense.

Life

The flames of hell consuming for that dreadful fee, with nothing but the darkness that be. Accepting it at whatever cost, sad but true another soul lost. Blood consuming our name, with the world left to blame. To burn, to twirl and turn. When the whole world is coming after you, and there's nothing left you can do. It won't be long, when your dead and gone. Even when it's all said and done, there's nothing left to run. Cuts and rings alike, at the end of the pike. On the edge where we lay, just to wake up to the same thing every day.

Into the mind

Singing birds,

At a loss of words

Amid the cracks in mirrors,

As the glow is getting dimmer.

Ascending from putrid rivers,

Damning with cold shivers.

Stumbling blind,

As we fall further into the mind.

Walls are closing,

Your dosing.

Crawling and choking,

Awoken.

Deeper down into the fantasy,

Feelings of pain and ecstasy.

The keepers of creation

Rattled with false sensations

Which unveils you,

With nothing left to do.

Running and kicking,

The crows picking.

Fighting and losing,

Your pain oozing.

A place to escape from,

When running away is dumb.

Thoughts that linger,

Touched by its forgotten finger.

As it becomes a nightmare,

To no horror this could compare.

As the light begins to fade,

Into the mind of Drake Shade.

This darkness you start to embrace,

These demons we cannot face.

A long way down,

Just waltzing into town. 

We run but cannot hide,

Its always there by our side.

Its painful,

Its ungrateful.

It tells us to let go,

To a world we don't even know.

This is the madness that quakes,

When our conchies shakes.

This is the world that may be,

A place just for you and me.

Food Glorious Food

I remember a saying my father used to say, as it was commonly used for most men in terms with food. "The closest way to a mans heart is through his stomach." I like to believe that's true, especially with how happy my parents are when it comes to making certain foods, there was one time I remember and it was on fathers day. My father works a lot, you see hes a med tech at a nursing home so hes move around a lot, my dad and I share taste in foods, like our favorite dishes are chicken. It was a little sad because I forgot it was fathers day, I blame my youth because I was like eight, but one day my dad came home and passed out on the couch. I wanted to thank him for all his hard work and mom talked me into making him a card that said thank you dad for supporting the family and some cute saying that she had that I can't really remember. However, I didn't like the idea of just giving him a card, I wanted something to hit my dad hard and realize how much his son loved him, so I thought back to that saying and made him chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes and mac and cheese. (With moms help of course, i'm a bad cook.) But my dad over slept, my mother hid his presents out of anger and sent me to bed, on that night I came out to check up on dad because I couldn't sleep, I don't know why or how I caught him doing this but he was eating in his sleep! He smelled the food in the kitchen and ate all of it, just to wake up finding all of the presents from my mom, my baby sister and I. He woke us all up to thank us and gave us a bunch of kisses until he finally gave us a huge hug, I can still remember the pain it was to tell them I had to go to bed, but I had school. Its interesting, because he didn't notice the cards, yet he still cried, must have been the food, either way I will always love my dad and thank for his hard work. That's what this food memory speaks to me at the very least.

Evasive Maneuvers

Words quiet, Distance desolate. A fading light that you used to embark, Now you've lost my spark. These feelings you have to evade, Your heart soon to fade. No more good smells, Now this is where the pain dwells. Saying you've had enough of this, Now your pissed. You think unrationally, Because you loved them passionately. Can you blame it all on what you see? This how it was meant to be. You hate feeling, You guess this is the price of the devils dealing. Your sick of love, Its all about the push or the shove. To wake up and realize its all fake, Whats the matter Drake? Feel sick? Hows it feel to be the second pick? Pushing away all your friends? Getting rid of the loose ends. Playing this game of life like chess, Oh your done you simply confess. So please give yourself the pleasure to smile, Even for a little while. The things you hate, Gone like the first date. Love is war, That fuels us at the core. Evasive like a mask made of lies, Then the truth shows when the light dies. But you cant leave something that was never the there, Because war isn't fair.

Me, im not.

"Give in to what you are", Even if that wont get us far? "Dont lose to it, fight!", How can you when its out of sight? "Stop it and see what your doing is this really what you want?", Foolish words for a mortal who is insignifcant. "You know what it does to you.", Yes I do. "Dont succumb to something your not." I would really enjoy seeing you rot. "Stop this is this really how you feel?", If that seals the deal. "Your not a bad guy.", Heh, thats a lie. "You have to keep control or i'll be gone." Good anything so I dont have to gaze my eyes upon. Look its over we've lost control, You've had your chance but your all out of soul. Point is you had your chance, You did your dance. We've had an excellent feast, but you can only love the beast. The deals done, theres nowhere to run. At least you got far, so accept what we are.

Photo Hunt

Couldn't caption on my phone Sooo...

This is nature, this was an escape from this prison for when I felt lost or free, this was tranquil, yet cold. Waking me up to reality.

This was the beginning of what seems to be the end, reminding me of the numerous paths I've walked, the wars I've fought and every time I look at it, I can't help but not regret anything I've ever done.

The horses make me think of something that is beautiful, as if they were running to reach some goal that would make you keep begging for one to win, or the factor it resembles life in so many ways, slow seeming eternal, yet the destination will always the same.

Halloween Spirits

The best costume I ever wore was… A zombie at the masquerade 

My favorite Halloween was the time I…As I looked at the Jack-o-Lantern, it seemed to be looking back at me. Then… It told me to run, to flee from this dark place! To me it looked like an ordinary house, I thought I must have ate some bad candy so I just assumed it to be a delusion. So as soon as I approached the house I knocked saying, "trick or treat!" But then the door opened and all I saw was black. Desperate for candy I walked in and searched, then my foot was grabbed and I was pulled in.. Hearing that pumpkins cackling while the light faded away..

Write a Halloween poem using the following words: bat, pumpkin, candy, spooky, night, orange, black, witch, scary, wind. I walk into the valley of death, feeling a spooky wind at my breath. With a trail of candy on payment orange and black, scary witches laughing and floating around my back. A place covered in smoke only lit up by the moon light, being lifted by bats and disappearing into the Halloween night.

List all the Halloween costumes you have had in past years. Ninja, Batman, Elmo, Pumpkin, Masquerade zombie, Death, Corvo Attano and a devil.

Describe how to make a great Halloween costume using mostly supplies you have around the house. Cloth, string, some sort of clay to use that can dry so you can make your mask or gloves, some black silk that you can see through just so you can hide your face and maybe a LED light to look like you have glowing eyes. 

This is...

This is  my home,
seeing red and black where ever I may roam.
The clouds and ground all black,
the red skies bring the color that most people lack.
This is where this bird flies,
from the excuses and lies.
My heaven and my retribution,
which will one day be my execution.
This is my happy place,
where I can take the mask off and feel the cold air on my face.
Then it will soon defrost,
and all will be lost.
This is where I lay,
wondering if life will come back to me some day.
Alone with this bird that never sings,
in a world where the end isn't justified by the means.
This is my dream,
in a place where most deem.
But i've woken out of breath,
scared to death.

Inner demons Halloween story

I was boy who always had a smile on my face,

always thinking of my happy place.

Excited for Halloween night,

a day where I could be someone I want to be sounded so right.

To be welcomed with candy and other goods just by saying trick or treat,

waiting on mother and father to come back for this night could not be beat.

Then I awoke from that dream to see a world covered in blood,

a world filled where mirrors that flood.

The night is calling something different in the air,

what it is I don't even care.

My screams that the neigbors ran to,

That was the last night i listened to you.

My imaginary friend who told me the bad was good,

To take whatever chance i could.

Then he took away my first feeling in forever, 

All very clever.

It was simple he didnt want to lose me to my lover,

So he made me hurt her.

Then for once i was in control, 

For this i would pay the styx toll.

Done with life,

On the edge of a knife. 

Good bye my dearest friend, 

For this is the end.

Heart beat

Love is like fire Burning with desire Love is death Haunting you to your last breath it's hopeless Just a mess Give me something to believe in That isn't always held within Love is like oxygen Passing like a pathogen Love is patient Sentient it's fragile Making itself worthwhile Love is like suicide It's aftermath a genocide Love is agony A bitter sweet tragedy it's heartbreaking Breath taking Love is like a disease Which many spread like fleas Love is blind Yet something we try to find It's genorousity it's eternity It's something I have found With a beautiful girl that leaves me bound Always making me more happy with each day Entertaining me with every game we play To the end I'll see it through Because I'll never stop loving you

Works by (and inspired by) artist Edward Hopper

There my victim was, exposed, his sweat from a hard days work tiring, his breath heavy, my hunger to make the voices stop aching, the cool wind with the summer sky making my conchies slowly fade as I drew near to the man managing the gas pump. I looked at the oasis that appeared to be a forest surrounding a long rode a couple miles off of a city, making this the perfect place to fulfill my thirst. I glared at the man as he tipped his head to me in response of my need of his convenience, I waited for him inside the store looked for an accessible weapon to use, his car was out back so that would make a quick get away to dispose of the body, for a while I argued with my head for the proper means of ending this mans life until he approached me with the same fake smile all servers give their customers. I asked for a carton of smokes, a liter and a cold pop watching as he got the necessary items needed for his own death, but then I got a better idea and asked for some gas and explained that my car was about a quarter mile away, the mans attire appeared to give a different perspective of himself because clearly, he was an imbecile just wearing a suit to look nice. As he went in the back after filling up the tank I poured it all over the counters, the trinkets, the restrooms next door and the pumps outside. Luckily the man left his keys out on the front desk, must be hard to find good workers willing to drive all the way out here, but stopping mid thought I had to hurry because the man was getting back. So I lit my cigarette, drove onto the road, throwing it at the gas pump as I sped in his red 1965 bug taking in the sight of the mushroom cloud and then drove with nothing but the smell of the outside and feeling of the cool summer breeze.

Keeping it real

My favorite movie would be little Nicky, its funny, it has Ozzy Osbourne and white zombie in it, it has some of my favorite actors in it and most of all the humor is kind of like the jokes my father and I make. I don't usually care for the dramatic movies, where they always have to be so slow and boring. I usually watch movies at my girlfriends house, its generally the only place I get peace and quiet and having Ashley by my side when we watch a horror or comedy movie makes those moments worth while, plus the snacks she makes for it, candy and popcorn. YOUR PERSONALITY Personality survey: YOU ARE 50% EXTRAVERTED. You are moderate in activity and enthusiasm. You enjoy the company of others but you also value your privacy. YOU ARE 50% AGREEABLE. You are generally warm, trusting, and agreeable, but you can sometimes be stubborn and competitive. YOU ARE 58% CONSCIENTIOUS. You are dependable and moderately well-organised. You generally have clear goals and are able to set goals aside. YOU ARE 42% EMOTIONALLY STABLE. You are generally calm and able to deal with stress, but you sometimes experience feelings of guilt, anger and sadness. YOU ARE 67% OPEN TO NEW EXPERIENCES. You are practical but willing to consider new ways of doing things. You try to seek a balance between the old and the new. WHY YOU WATCH MOVIES: PLEASURE-SEEKING: 45% NOSTALGIA: 40% The “pleasure seeking” dimension refers to the extent to which you are a hedonistic movie watcher or choose movies because they make you feel good. Your score on this dimension is average or similar to most people. The “nostalgia” dimension refers to the extent to which you watch movies in order to re-experience the past. Your score on this dimension is average or similar to most people. CATHARSIS: 55% AGGRESSION: 100% The “catharsis” dimension refers to the extent to which you watch movies in order to feel miserable and suffer with the characters of the movie. Your score on this dimension is average or similar to most people. Your high score on the “aggressive” dimension suggests that you enjoy watching violent movies, such as action or war films. This may be because such movies help you release aggression and tension, though it could also indicate that you have an aggressive personality. ESCAPISM: 95% SENSATION-SEEKING: 100 Your high score on the “escapism” dimension suggests that you watch movies in order to escape or forget about reality – thus films provide you with the necessary distractions to switch off from everyday problems. Your high score on the “sensation seeking” dimension suggests that you watch movies in order to experience arousing feelings – thus you have a tendency to prefer exciting and arousing movies. This is the equivalent of being a movie adrenaline junkie. ARTISTIC: 70% INFORMATION-SEEKING: 50% Your high score on the “artistic” dimension suggests you are interested in aesthetically driven, conceptual, and highly creative films – essentially this suggests you have a very artistic taste in movies (and are probably also interested in other forms of art). The “information seeking” dimension refers to the extent to which you are a curious and intellectual movie watcher. Your score on this dimension is average or similar to most people. BOREDOM-AVOIDANCE: 35% SOCIALISATION: 40% The “boredom avoidance” dimension refers to the extent to which you watch films primarily as a means of avoiding boredom. Your score on this dimension is average or similar to most people. The “socialising” dimension refers to the extent to which you are more interested in the company of others than the actual movie, when watching a film. Your score on this dimension is average or similar to most people. If there was a movie on the story of my life it would start off depressing, tragic and black and white and transition to getting better with color with a happy ending.

Music and writing.

My favorite song would be becoming insane by infected mushroom, every time I hear it I start writing my poems, sometimes i'll lose track of time and twelve or thirteen poems are made with the song on repeat, I love the song because it inspires me to write. I wanted to do music professionally because it drives me, when I write songs or poems I imagine the beat that would be played, the way it would be sang, and the way it feels. The way music makes me feel is almost different from others, its like an entirely different person, smarter, imaginative, outgoing and like nothing can stop me. Its so empowering, if it weren't for music I probably would have lost it and gave up on life. I admire the music of Corey Taylor because he speaks to all of the emotions most people fail to embrace as if we all have this fight of light and dark in our heads just screaming out with each lyric he spits, its simply perfect. One event when I connect to music is when I am alone and ready to write poems, the words just flow through my head with the song as I write. Music has the power to heal, it helps with pain, it gives hope whether it be hard or soft, I know because when my little sister Sara died, we played the song "Sarah's smile" at her funeral, it was hard but for the first time in forever I cried, music makes me feel healthy emotions when it matches the moment, to most it helps with the process like my mother used to play the song over and over until she got over it. Music is poetry, because its an expression of emotions put into words with some instruments to make the beat. Point is, music is my life and always will be.

Love is mutual

My lovely master whose trigger  she loves to pull, my counter part that makes me a mad fool. My other half who has full control, concealing the hell contained within my soul. Your scent better then the gun powder you feed me, with wrath that leaves my darkness be. To make my monster a dry fire, surrounded by my only desire. When she pulls the trigger, I'm there ready to be the grave digger. I both the gun and the bullet, so go ahead if your going to pull it. Make the world filled with lead, because every obstacle will be filled with lead.

Chicken chaser

My face stitched to my mask, taking another swig of my poisonous flask. Whose to say we are what we make of ourselves, to say that were any better then books left on their shelves. Oh yes human beings are like quarters with two faces, masking to different people in different places. Where we shroud ourselves with cloaks of lies, So another part of us soon dies. But who are we to explain, when our fellow man wants to hide the pain. Doesn't make you strong, just makes the pain worse and long. We sow our mouths to the concrete, just begging to see the world like the chicken crosses the street. But we'll never go far, because we all know the chicken is dumb enough to be run over by the car.

Saras smile (Window poem)

I see a mother holding her child, Crying and screaming wild. The child lifeless, colorless. Beside me relatives crying, another member dead, not dying. So young, with a beautiful song sung. There is a grave, perhaps another life God could not save. Covered with so roses red, only difference is your sisters dead. Sometimes life isnt the fantasy we believe i
t to be, its a place only the blind want to see. Its a world covered in ash, sad thing is all the boy wants to do is crash. Years 2010, where the pain would begin. Without any end, with no more strength to fend. There off in the distance almost a mile, tortured by her smile. An angel so white and pure, telling me death is the only cure.

Just for Brittnay

Go ahead hammer it in, over like the french say fin. Cold and lonely, thats the world for me. Bloody rags and used up syringes, not caring for my families cringes. Feelings I cannot deny, when im hooked I cannot lie. Demons and devils pulling at my arms, as my nerves numb and disarms. My parents reaching out, but unable because all I do is pout. Having an abandoned child four almost five, on my dead sisters money I thrive. Little brothers that hate me, your damn right because thats all we see. Trying to do better so I dont lose kaden, even if I must become a maiden. Leaving a perfect family behind, with only more drugs and abusive boyfriend to find. Stricken by guilt and sent to jail, finally sobering only feeling the pain of its nail. Austin forgive me and give me pity, ill do anything even leave this city. Sure sis that would be well, but I enjoy you rotting in hell.

(Who is Harris Burdick?) Mr. Crowley

An old man who worked daily, Whose name was Mr. Crowley. He lived a happy life and was getting promoted soon, He took his break for it was half past noon. Then his boss came and said, "If you work anymore, you'll end up dead." "So please sir accept to retire." "So I don't have to fire." Mr. Crowley responded with anger and quit, Like a child he threw a fit. He pushed his boss and on he fell, As Mr. Crowley felt his soul go to hell. He had to get rid of the body but his house was to far, Then he drove and on it went to the back of his car. He went over to a store to get some supplies, Remembering from TV what to do when someone dies. Consuming the car in gasoline, Burning it with a smell so obscene. He walked home that day, Which was once so beautiful now worn and grey. He was home on his chair he sat, Guilt consuming him like a creeping rat. Then a knock at the door, With a creak in the floor. He walked up to see the devil himself Lucifer, In the form of a police officer. He opened the door for the young man asking "How may I help you?" The young man responded "Your boss went missing and reports say there was a fight between you two." The old man responded "No it was something so trivial and I made a big deal.", "He was going to give me my promotion but needed a seal." "But I declined and that made him mad.", "Then I saw he was going to something bad." The cop was annoyed and said "Sorry to be of trouble." "But I have work to do and a investigation on the double." Mr. Crowley closed the door and back in his chair, Then another creak that gave him a scare. A noise in his basement, Screaming his mind to resent. But he picked up his chair and it got closer, He realized he wasn't the best disposer. There stood the burnt body of the man he killed, He then got a sheet and covered the beast so he could hit it until he was fulfilled. The heads insides like a piñata at first glance, Stomping at it as the body would advance. Then he screamed and his voice was heard, A couple moments later the police officer ran in without a word. To see the old man screaming "I did it, I did it! I killed him dead!" Aching because he could hear the mans heart beat in his head. With ones guilt we will never part, As told from the story of a tall tale heart.

Sunshine.

Eyes almost a blinding as the sun, a smile crooked with fun. Dark hair and a pale face, brings light even in the darkest place. Soft and warm with each ray, bringing a smile with the warmth of day. Oh sun of mine, my one and only sunshine.

6 word memoir.

Love so passionate, my only weakness.

Memorable Passage

“The thing about real life is, when you do something stupid, it normally costs you. In books the heroes can make as many mistakes as they like. It doesn't matter what they do, because everything works out in the end. They'll beat the bad guys and put things right and everything ends up cool. In real life, vacuum cleaners kill spiders. If you cross a busy road without looking, you get whacked by a car. If you fall from a tree, you break some bones. Real life's nasty. It's cruel. It doesn't care about heroes and happy endings and the way things should be. In real life, bad things happen. People die. Fights are lost. Evil often wins. I just wanted to make that clear before I begun.” -Darren Shan, "A living nightmare" This quote reaches out to me and has more often then I could believe, because people want to hold onto the fantasy of things rather then the reality of situations, life isn't fair but its what makes us strong, dealing with the pain and being strong enough to talk about it the next day. I also find it funny how this quote was from a series that is based on vampires, witches, gods and ghouls.

Negativity

I closed my eyes, head drooping, like a person drunk for so long he/she no longer knows he/she's drunk, and then, drunk, awoke to the world which lay before me. A world of madness lead by the lord of lies, showing man the way to rule such a land. Having his name told through books so they can use him to achieve greater, and torture the "weak" or the non-believers. The strong being told to feed upon the weak as if Darwin was their god, the world being tossed into chaos because of their one and only lord. Fighting for what they believe in, as bombs fall and the skies are stained in the bloodshed. A world now without light to their missionaries sent to other countries to spread their beliefs, only pulling the trigger first and forgiving them later. As the ones like I, drink, drinking from the wine of knowledge and the apples of temptation, just wishing the world would end. To get rid of the liars, the cheats, the killers and puppet masters, unfortunately a utopia is proven impossible. All man damned to the curse of want, the need to want more, to fight for that cause or die trying that is the curse of man. Dreaming that I could run away or save the weak from the strong, to stop the modern cannibalism like ones standing really matters. Such a constant issue of all man to feel better about themselves from picking at the dead or the poor just to find out were really all the same, dead. Only to awake again I yell at the world with such insanity that ears bleed, a screaming that comes across the sky.

Quotes

"You lead me on the edge of sanity There's not much left, just take a breath You paint me out as mediocrity Put to the test, just take a breath" -Staind "Take a breath" What this quote means to me is that people make me crazy, and sometimes I need my space from all the drama they make. "Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality." -Edgar Allan Poe What this quote means to me is we use words without really justifying their complete meaning, like if you said something that could be taken the wrong way "I am a Liar I am no model figure I am a Monster And I am ashamed Call me the Devil My name's what you prefer I come on shameless But I am ashamed" -Escape the fate "Liars and monsters" What this quote means to me and really suits me is that im not willing to live up to peoples expectations, because I want to live up to my own and if they don't like that then they don't know me.

Writers as readers

The types of books I like would be horror, because ever since I was little I would watch scary movies and write little horror stories. I love horror because it lets the writer get a taste of the dark side of things, like if it were over the actual killer in the story it makes you just hope he doesn't get caught, the same with a victim because horror lives up to its name, giving thrills. When I write I think of the readers feeling, do they get the sense that this will scare them? Will they be expecting more and be disappointed? Anything along those categories I worry about, because in most of my poems I like giving a person the feeling the writing is coming alive. When I write about myself, I express all the bad emotions so I can open up to the good to make a better poem when I'm happier to make something readers would like. I believe anyone could read my writings, as long as they don't have a weak stomach and have an interest in horror. Currently I have been writing a book, I've worked on it since I was in fourth grade, it's called "Biofest", its about a disease that's killing the earth, making human beings and non-reptilian creatures die and come back to life as zombies. So some scientists get the bright idea to bio-engineer humans with reptilian DNA to make something that can fight against the disease, their first project subject zero or Drake Shade is the protagonist. It talks about his life, the conditions he lives under and the survival of his cloned family. I believe someone who reads a lot would become a better writer, because it gives you an interest, whether it be an authors style or vocabulary. Like I like Edgar Allen Poe so most of my writings are in the poetry/horror genre. The first book I remember reading was the little green dragon goes to sleep, it was a bunch of stories of this green dragons adventures where in the end he eventually goes to sleep, the art style had realism to it, so as a kid it interested me, so I got into art and writing then I made comics when I found out you could mix the two. My favorite book series of all time would have to be he cirque du freak books I read all twelve in less then four days, my favorite would have to be the eleventh because of the violence and suspense. I love the series because it places you in the mind of the vampires assistant, a young man who against the law became a vampire.

Ghoul.

Bathe me in the gore and maggots, amongst the churches and abbots. The word sinful, its meaning deliciously plentiful. The crimson maddening for my skin, addicted by the iron scent from within. Vultures accompanying me on such a marvelous trip, indulging ourselves in every sip. The sound of their screams making a song of their own accord, of this delightful tune of murder and discord.

Psycopaths waltz

Nightmare walking, psychopath talking. Feeding on humans like a drunk does shots, stopping? I think not. Im a chronic killer, a unmerciful thriller. Ending this cock roach of a race, with a dance not a single pace. Their screams my song, letting it continue all nightmare long. A day not to perish, not one death not to cherish. They claim me the red dragon hannibal, a cannibal. Yes give me your fear as my praise, as I give you the true end of days.

Maya inspired poem.

A cage bird with no voice, one without choice. Tattered and beaten, treated like a cretin. Whose captors give eternal torment, used so they can vent. Trapped in the dark behind cold bars, as he dreas about the stars. A caged bird without a word, because freedom is absurd.

False scars

Scars all over your arms claiming another excuse, addicted to the self abuse. Doing anything to let loose, chasing the noose. Your smile the same, with the world to blame. A person of dark decent, with scars to repent. High when its dawn, only to have another reason to be frowned upon. Just wanting to be loved but still used, because you love being abused.

Chained

A perect circle of madness, spiraling with sadness. The very thing that questions ones sanity, when he cuts off his humanity. Wandering sinners, a world with no winners. A place where cities are crashed, and checks are cashed. Where payment is a form of debt, where we all are painted with regret. Foolish words and another broken bone, where you stand alone. Fallin skies, blood shot eyes. Another forgotten face, as you lose your place. Another person wishing they werent born, another being torn. Broken nothing but a shell, because living is hell.

Wandering nightmare (Dream Threads)

A hole pops into the ground and I jump in, hoping to relieve myself of all the sin. Falling in a pool of blood and despair, welcomed by the warmth of a woman with red eyes and pink hair. Saying follow me into the ash, making me woder if this was another crash. A world with doors and tragic memories, filled with nothing but tragedies. Red skies, always raining with gods cries. My hands stained with regret, filled with things that one cant forget. Finally finding the woman to see her with a man, wishing that I ran. For the man was I, always asking why. Saying he was hungry as she smiled, staring at the an as if he were her own child. Saying eat the boy!, as he ran at me while I gave ploy. As I ran from this beast, I looked back to see a feast. When I tried to open the door, blood rose from the floor. Making my movement slow, as I saw something with an enticing glow. Grabbing it as I raised it to the creature, giving a look with such a terrible feature. As he fell off from the edge of the knife, I realized I wouldnt be traumatized for life. That there was more then our demons then they seem, and this was all a dream.

Maya Angelou

I believe I could go through living my whole life without speaking, using the words that would come out of my mouth into something else. Spend my time writing whether it e poetry or short stories, usually im quiet so I wouldnt mind not having a voice. If I listened more and spoke less I would probably be more attentive and focus on my studies rather then my friends. Many grow as a person with speaking through the use of words or slang so they can get along with alot of society. It may even help with a person having a say, raising your voice so you can stand up to someone. I believe one could grow even without speaking, just it would be harder to get your point across to most people.

I am... (Color)

Drake shade Arrogant Reasonable Kind Energetic Studious Thoughtful Planning to graduate from OTC. Lucky to have such a great family. Understanding Marvel

Both haikus.

Country cloud: void of all color making fields of desloation and yet full of snow. Coffee cream: the color we dream the very thing we crave most something so valuable.

Lavender lace (Color sceme poem)

Dresses of the softest lace, with skin that shines like a crystals face. Her voice little and quiet, her lavender hair making a riot. Her needs essential for the right taste, enduring but continuing with such haste. Taking my heart swiftly like a hawk.

I am...

I am... son to Randy and Mayze, who is really lazy. born in Springfield, Missouri, who finds his siblings a mystery. my mother’s pale skin and smile, my father’s green eyes and I find reading worthwhile. my father’s broad shoulders and mother’s blonde hair, who finds clowns a scare. tall, thin and my favorite season is the fall. one of the youngest of four, who finds his older sister an eyesore. dirty blonde who has an obsession for hot wheels, sucker for cheap deals. artist, and a pacifist. best friend to many, and very friendly. lover of graphic design, who finds chicken fried steak to be divine. the boyfriend of Roxy, who makes me happy. seventeen, whose favorite color is green. dreaming to become a animator, and game creator. wanting to go to Ozark Technical College, always making more excuse to gain more knowledge. usually a dungeon master, who wishes dungeons and dragons was faster. a joker, and I like to play poker