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