You love the abandoned road,

It is your smooth mellow abode.

The feel when you crank your engine, and floor the gas,

in a matter of seconds your going so fast.

The deep, loud roar of the engine fills your ears,

with the crystal wind blowing as your head slowly clears.

The transparent windows all rolled down,

as you inhale the fresh incense of the glorious sundown.

The peaceful, never ending drive that you adore,

taking you farther and farther away from your personal war. 

It's your road trip, it's your drive, its your race out of reality. 

"Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe" -Anatole France

I saw a saviour,
a saviour come my way.
I thought I'd see it,
at the cold light of day.
But now I realise that I'm only for me,
if only I could see,
you turn myself to me.
And recognise the poison in my heart.
There is no other place,
no one else I face.
Remedy, 
we'll agree, 
is how I feel,
here in my reflecting.
What more can I say?
For I am guilty,
for the voice that I obey.
Too scared to sacrifice a choice chosen for me,
if only I could see,
you turn myself to me.
Recognize the poison in my heart. There is no other place, 
no one else I face.

The remedy, 

to agree, 

is how I feel.

Unique, different, anomalous, exceptional, incomparable, exclusive, Individual, rare, extraordinary, particular, separate, single, far out, one. Many look for that, for something or someone interesting that they're not use to. For something or someone different than others. When there is one that stands out, grabbing your attention in that good way. Loving to be around them just to know what their opinions are in life, trying to see through their eyes and learn a different look at things.


"What each must seek in his life never was on land or sea. It is something out of his own unique potentiality for experience, something that never has been and never could have been experience by anyone else." - Joseph Campbell

The sky is dark and gloomy joining the raw and damp air.

The rain comes softly but intently. 

What is rain?

Why are the little drops of dew associated with tears?

What about the cheerless weather that portrays sadness?

Is it because you begin to remember who hurt you?

The slowdown that the clear beads give to you.

The breathing spell, the slackened mood that comes over you.

A time where contemplation, meditation, anticipation stirs inside. 

It's downhearted.

What's pity is that there is nothing you can do... 

there's nothing or anyone that's to good to be true.

"I can't face the coming dawn without soothing rain " - unknown

You believe that I do not know?

You believe that I can not see?

I know everything.

I see everything.

Do not try to hide the lies that I can detect through your eyes. 

Do not try to bury the secrets that I am acquainted with already.

Listen to the clock ticking as the time is slowly running out,

the ticks that come closer where i leave you forever. 

I will step back into the real world without you,

I will watch you weaken, watch you ache, suffer for what you did.

Leaving you and keeping my head up high,

Not feeling any pity for you as you lay and die.

You hear the clock gonging through the night,

I do not look back as i feel my soul coming back from its flight. 

"Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest"-Claudia: Interview with a Vampire: Anne Rice

She has clusters of thoughts boiling through her mind and shooting against the inside of her skull. The stress that is hitting her short-fuzed nerves causing her to break away little by little. The craves that she has by wanting to be alone, away from the rest on the universe by body and soul. By taking a lonely walk to destroy the blistering anxiety that is clogging her senses. Wanting to feel, needing to see, loving to hear... She wants it all back, with a stroll to herself. 


"Stress is when you wake up screaming and you realize you haven't fallen asleep yet" -Unknown

Everyone grows and begins to mature leaving their inner child deep inside them, soon to be forgotten. A new personality begins to layer, a new person begins to thrive for life. But there are those who keep a hold of both people. There are those who can be there inner child in one second, and again be alive with their new coated maturity. What's wrong with that? Some times being little again is needed just for the memories. 


"Children make you want to start life all over again"- unknown 

Walking on the cool strands of green grass tickling your feet with every step. The freedom on the open field begins to appeal you, call you. You begin to dance, you begin to jump to heights you have never reached before. The speed of the wind whipping your hair and gently stroking your skin with its warmth. Clench it, don't let it pass you by, freedom comes with mistakes but freedom isn't real unless you're ready to include them. You have your own space, and your own freedom to own the enclosure. 


"To know how to feel oneself is nothing; the arduous thing is to know what to do with one's freedom" - Andre Gide

   Many people say that opposites attract, but in this case opposites attack. The fake against the pure, the dark against the light. There are some things in nature that are never meant to be together, like the sun and the moon that revolve separately and never meet. Avoiding the collision that will eventually lead to catastrophe in which neither will survive and neither will win. The unending battle which balances the universe and nature keeps the world going and the spirits alive. 


"She was beginning to understand that evil is not absolute, and that good is often an occasion more than a condition." - Gilbert Parker

Have you ever thought where those fairy tales came from? Have you ever had a thought that they could be real? That the special people who were able to tell their stories have witnessed something? From the mermaids who knew their way around the mysterious black oceans to the tiny fairies that flutter through the green trees of the thick forests? If not, where did this imagination come from? Why do we believe it's not real? How do we know science isn't real? Everything must come from a root that grew into separate directions.

"Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,

For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame." - William Butler Yeats

He's so young, with his whole life ahead of him. He has the future in his hands that eventually he will grow into. He gets older as the seconds on the clock tick. What will his life be like years from now? What will he be like ahead in life?

"Be patient" someone tells me.

"The best thing about the future is that is comes only one day at a time" - Abraham Lincoln

Spring break has returned. The sun came home to it's true family. Releasing it's warmth to greet his loved ones. Time to live. Time to have fun. Fun with friends. Fun with families. Jumping into the freezing bays, walking through the sandy beaches, getting grands of little rock in everything. Can you hear it? Spring's sweet cantata? But who cares? It's spring break.

"Spring is nature's way of saying, 'let's party!' "

The warm red trickling down your skin making your body shiver. The rust tasting liquid touching your taste buds making your jaws clench from the bitterness. From a slice in your skin to a hole in your body, the crimson splatters and the rose puddles growing. The images in your mind scarring it for as long as you can remember. Its the red, it will leave you with a reaction.

"It will have blood, they say; blood will have blood."

Primary used by the political activists and street gangs to mark their territory. When the writing identity began to form the history, the underground art movement began to form. They reached out to people in their own way, by the glorious colors that permanently marked walls, bridges, and building till today. The written names and codes that gained the attention from the community and local press. Who are 'they' you ask? The Graffiti artists or the 'writers' as they call themselves. They are passionate, They are skilled, they are community-oriented, and socially conscious in ways that profoundly contradict the way they've been portrayed as common criminals and vandals. But they will always give their gift to someone else, to have the art of graffiti still living in the world today.

"The words of the prophets were written on the subway walls and the tenement halls..." - Simon & Garfunkel's 'Sounds of Silence.

The little soft snow flakes falling down to the earth. The naked trees shivering from the iced wind. Coated with the white carpet of frozen puffs. The branches that are intwined together to give each other their own heat. All the crunchy golden leaves are hanging on to their lives.

Every breath that is exhaled is visible, all the rose cheeks are raw from the cold, and all the thin fingers are clenched in fists to keep warm. Let the winter leave, invite the spring with open hands.

"A hush is over everything, silent as women wait for love; The world is waiting for the spring" - SaraTeasdale

She's aquatinted with the knowledge that she acquires the attention of the male. She apprehends that she abides the captivating charm over others. She is capable of striding with every eye aimed towards her. She is it. It is she. The one to be classified as in control. Her.

"She who controls the present, controls the past" - Unknown

Greasers, Drapes, Drapettes, Hoodlums, Juvenile delinquents. The working class of youth subculture. Gambling, Knives, Hanging at the train tracks. The 1950's were the years when youth began to realize their identity and rebel against authority. Being their own person. The dirty jeans and the shiny leather jackets. Boys who would spit on the sidewalk, and girls who dare to take a drag from a cigarette. The classic Rock and Roll generation... a whole new level to untitled insanity.

"Stay golden, Ponyboy." - S.E. Hinton

Hey there friend, your eyes seem so troubled. Take your time and tell me what's the matter. Let your heart free from the sorrow its holding. Tell me what's bothering you. Your my best friend. We laugh together until our stomach turn to knots. We cry out salty tears together when something has gone wrong. We fight and yell at each other, still knowing we will always forgive each other. So friend, don't think of the trouble your having, because your friend is here to help.

"was just wondering if you'd come along to hold up my head when my head won't hold on. I'll do the same if the same is what you want, if not I will go alone."-unknown

Did he give that to you?

Are you ready to forgive him?

Look at the ruby crested petals.

Could this be a mask?

Could this be a lie?

Inhale the sweet heaven fragrance,

only to suck you in even more.

It's temping, i know it is.

Are you strong enough to turn away?

To put down the blood red flower of 'love'.

I don't think i should call it that.

You look at the deep swirls leading to the center of beauty.

You begin to remember the lovely memories and you begin to smile.

Then you remember why he gave you the candy flower.

I see that your frowning.

Are you sure you're ready to forgive him?

"Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew."

Have the magic of the clear lake will you with spirit. Let the your senses be close friends with nature. Let the wind and the gentle touch be twined. Let the dark lake and the bright trees acquaint with your wide sight. Let the soft crashes of the water against the surface have affection for your hearing. Let the warm summer be at the tips of your taste buds. Let there be freedom.

"I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips." ~Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit

Your new, i can tell.

Welcome to The Road.

The road that you chose,

The road that chose you.

The road of the wrong.

The darkness that goes on forever.

The thick cracks rippling through the granite,

The quiet, ghoulish winds whispering you lies.

The chills that scattered over your body,

Making your muscles rigid.

It goes on into eternity.

You must remember,

The Road will trick you.

The confusion that will leak inside your mind,

On this road you will find no one kind.

What's the matter?

Are you lost on The Road?

You chose it,

You chose the wrong road to go down.

Now you choose how to get off of The Road.

"It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more then our abilities." - Joanne Kathleen Rowling

The tiny gel wheels rolling over the grains in the concrete underneath you. Feeling the speed through your feet vibrating to the top of you head. The scraping against the decorated board. The flips swishing in the air. Loosing balance and tumbling against the rock ground. Breaking your bones, tearing your ligaments, Learning tricks, practicing and getting better.

"All I wanted to do was ride skateboards - I wanted to be a professional skateboarder. But I had this problem. I kept breaking half of my body" - Travis Barker

Everyone has one wild night, one night that you will remember for the rest of your life. A night where you bring out your untitled insanity.

As you hear the first howl peirce through the night, you know the wolves have taken flight. The sooty gloom is there land and home, for hunting and sneaking as they roam. They love the dusk they adore the moon, they run through the trees as they're known to be goons. When you hear the last howel peirce through the night, they leap through the wood like a shooting light.

"Fear makes the wolf bigger then he is"- unknown

The busy days at work, the lack of hours in you sleep. Wanting to close your bloodshot eyes for just a few more seconds. Marching through the cold and the heat just to get to your building in the large city. To your own skyscraper where you work through the day. Feeling the tiredness and the weakness but still being able to push through.

"I've always worked very, very hard, and the harder I worked, the luckier I got." - Alen Bond

When you see a little girl with small and simple aspects e. But can change right before you. If you bring something out from underneath it all. Theres a beauty in everyone. And no matter what shape in size be grateful to what was given to you.

"Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?" - Anne Frank

A candy red rose bleeds open its petals. revealing the beauty that is absolutely stunning. The fragrance that seeps in through the winds. Inhaling the sweetness watching the redness. The prickly thrones on the evergreen stem that holds love itself.

"as soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words" - William Shakespeare

Soak in the bright colors of the golden lion sitting in the clouds. The king of the sky roars at the beginning of every morning and the end of every day. The yellows, the oranges, and the sparkling beams from the heavens.

"A morning-glory at my window." - Walt Whitman

When you want to be alone. When you want to be with your thoughts. Listening to the breeze, feeling the air. Letting your mind loose. Take a deep breath and open the doors of your imagination. They may not be reality or they may be not true, but there are noboundaries to you wild mind.

"You see thing; and you say, 'why?' But i dream things that never were; and i say, 'Why not?' "- George Bernard Shaw

Just to see that your on the edge of the world. One more step and your in the sea. You're in the lively city where its isolated from that everything else. no rules, to laws, no boundaries. your free.

"live like the fullest and don't look back." - unknown