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“Circumstances may have influenced who you are but you are responsible for who you become.”
-Timothy Gwinn

"Every breath is a choice.
Every minute is a choice.
To be or not to be.
Every time you don't throw yourself down the stairs, that's a choice. Every time you don't crash your car, you re-enlist."

-Survivor by Chuck Palahniuk


War's a joke for me and you,
Wile we know such dreams are true.
- Siegfried Sassoon

Out there, we've walked quite friendly up to Death, —
Sat down and eaten with him, cool and bland, —
Pardoned his spilling mess-tins in our hand.
We've sniffed the green thick odour of his breath, —
Our eyes wept, but our courage didn't writhe.
He's spat at us with bullets and he's coughed
Shrapnel. We chorussed when he sang aloft,
We whistled while he shaved us with his scythe.

Oh, Death was never enemy of ours!
We laughed at him, we leagued with him, old chum.
No soldier's paid to kick against His powers.
We laughed, — knowing that better men would come,
And greater wars: when each proud fighter brags
He wars on Death, for lives; not men, for flags.

The Next War by Wilfred Owen



In Flanders’ Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders’ Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders’ Fields.

In Flanders Field by John McCrae


Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 't is centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.


The Chariot by Emily Dickinson


So! Is it death at last
Coming so gentle-wise?
A dropping of weary hands?
A closing of tired eyes?

A slipping away in peace,
Simply a letting go?
A falling asleep, asleep,
Peacefully, dreamily, … so?

So, is it Death at Last by Dame Mary Gilmore DBE

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.

A Question by Robert Frost

If I could open my arms
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I'd bring it to where you are
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson
If I could open my mouth
Wide enough for a marching band to march out
They would make your name sing
And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings.

I wish we could open our eyes
To see in all directions at the same time
Oh what a beautiful view
If you were never aware of what was around you
And it is true what you said
That I live like a hermit in my own head
But when the sun shines again
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound
But while you debate half empty or half full
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown

Your love is gonna drown
Your love is gonna...

Marching bands of Manhattan by Death Cab for Cutie


Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

Nothing gold can stay by Robert Frost




Please check out my DeviantArt Page, which is my homepage, it has some good stuff on it people.

I love writing, but I only have a few good works. I love to write long stories that I never end, but some have really stuck with me. Right now I'm working on writing my series of best selling novels, and have a bout 30 something pages and the whole thing planned. Yes, I am obsessed.

I've posted the first chapter.

Some of my other things are my plan for NaNo next year, which is a strange "almost-soap-opera" about a med student named Jeff and his adventures at Deth hospital in South Dakota (the hospital was named after Robert Q. Deth who actually died at the hands of his hand picked surgeon during a procedure to repair a tendon). I wrote that for school last year but the evil system deleted it.

I mainly write semi-satire fiction, with some action. I don't really like fantasy, unless it's sci-fi. I don't know why, it's just hard to write.

My favorite authors are Chuck Palahniuk, Micheal Crichton, Robin Cook, Philip Pullman, Eleanor Updale, Edgar Allen Poe, Eion Colfer, Thomas Harris and Anthony Horowitz.

My favorite books are The Montmorency Series, Terminal, Artemis Fowl, His Dark Materials, Bartemeaus Trilogy, Prey, Never Let Me Go, Born on A Blue Day, Hannabal, The Silence of the Lambs, Hannabal Rising, Red Dragon and a variety of manga novels that don't count.

I used to write fanfiction but it was stupid comedy, so I stopped (but that was mostly because I linked that account to my dead email account and forgot my password).

So here are some random facts about me:
-My favorite colors are light blue and black
-I like Italian food
-I want to be either a neurosurgeon, a writer, or a quantum physicist as an adult.
-I may be young, but you shouldn't judge me on my age, just my writing
-I need music to live
-I'm a nuclear physic geek
-I like to use the words gangsta and emo in the same sentence (don't even ask people)
-Photoshop is my savior

So hum hallelujah,
Just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you
It was just how you looked in the light.
A teenage vow in a parking lot
"Till tonight do us part"
I sing the blues and swallow them too
Hum Hallelujah-Fall Out Boy

Today, I changed
It's too late
Cause everyone stayed the same
I'm gone, so long
Break out, cause I'm better off on my own
Stuck in America-Sugarcult

And baby don't follow their lead
'cause you never know
Just how the story ends, or how the story goes
And you are so confused,
And baby it's just like you
To say anything else
Say Anything (Else)-Cartel


Just for the record,
The weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of:
A. Indifference or
B. Disinterest in what the critics say
London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines-Panic! At The Disco

Cause our days were numbered by nights on too many rooftops.
They said we're wasting our lives,
Oh at least we know, that if we die - we lived with passion.
They said we'd burn so bright.
We burn this city and go.
Burn this City-Cartel

Somebody get my phone
So I can throw it in a public
Pool and watch it float
And as it slowly sinking down,
Become a social ghost
Inside a box, cut at the top
To let some light shine in
To remind me what I’ve done and where I’ve been
When it all comes crashing…
We've got a Big Mess on Our Hands-The Academy is...

Now that I'm grown I've seen marriages fall to pieces.
Now that I'm grown I've seen friendships fall to pieces.
Weekend warriors, and our best friends.
The writers weren't kidding about how all good things must end.
Then again some things, then again some things are far too good,
Some things are far too good to go ahead and let go.
Down and Out-The Academy is...