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

The busy streets filled with people from all over the world. Like ants spilling through the roads. The stores filled with goods and presents. The pushing and shoving the yelling and bargaining. The honking and the screeching of car wheels filling your ears. Its another place's downtown, the downtown of Puerto Rico.

"Andale amigos! Vamanos" - unknown

The historical sites of San Juan Puerto Rico. The crumbling building that where from thousands of years ago. The rusting stone that gives the building its meaning. The life that was once there, and now ghosts roam that halls and walls.

"When something has meaning it will last forever, doesnt matter how old it will get. It will always have meaning." - unknown

St. Thomas an island in the Virgin Islands in the Caribbean. The gorgeous sites of the bluest waters, the warmest airs, the greenest trees, the brightest skies. The perfect place where anything can happen.

"Let the heart of the islands show you their beauty." - unknown

Enjoying the fun, enjoying the time in the sun, enjoying the beach, the sand. The golden little strands of rock getting anywhere it possibly can: in your shoes, clothes, bag, swim suit. Diving into the warm water to relax and wash away everything that clumps your mind. Thats the beauty of vacation.

"a vacation used to be a luxury, however, in today's world, it has become a necessity." - unknown

Looking out the transparent window to the blue ocean going on into forever. The diamond ripples sparkle at the bright sunrise all through the glowing sunset. But when the only thing you see is ocean after ocean you begin to think of what world is there beneath the waters. What if there is something that no one knows of. Something as beautiful as glimmering crystal ripples. Something that no one can prove of, something mythical, a long legend from thousands of years ago, the untitled insanity beneath the water.

"That's the thing with magic. You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you." - Charles de Lint

The bright burning fire, expressing the yearning anger. The hot fury filling your veins. Taking away something from you leaving you empty with one thing: rage, hatred, gloom, grieve. The Heat stares you dead in the eye knowing it has won. Knowing you can't do anything about it but only let it pass and wait for the ice put out the blaze.

"Fire destroys that which feeds it" - Simone Weil

The sun has disappeared, with the moon taking its place in the night sky. Stars sprinkled across the sky shining down below. The perfect night for a masquerade. Women with silk sparkling dresses and diamonds drizzled onto the skin. The stupendous masks layered with deep rubies, youthful emeralds, and shining feathers. Glimmering chandeliers glowing in the dimmed light. Music from instruments fill the space as the couplets waltz through the night.

"And, After all, what is a lie? 'Tis but the truth in a masquerade" - Lord Byron

Look up to the to the tops of trees and find something new. Look up the rough bark of the sleeping trees up to the lively leaves that sit on each branch.

"Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you." - Frank Lloyd Wright

He loves me, he loves me not. You prick every baby soft petal, and watch it fall slowly to your feet. Hoping , wishing you'll end up on that lucky little petal.

A beauty in your eyes to witness the nature that is out in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of somewhere. Enjoy every moment you have, for you may never see it again.

The sharp edges of every mountain, the curves of every body of crystal water. A bird flies over the world that looks the same but yet changes every second of everyday. The eyes lurk every shape and every corner. See the mysteries that no man may never find. Its untitled.

"The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities; but to know someone here and there who thinks and feels with us, and though distant, is close to us in spirit - this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden." - unknown

The city that never sleeps, the city that's always alive. The brightest lights and the loudest music. Shining golds and silvers. The difference of people on every corner. The floating smoke and the sound of glasses. Its different from anywhere else, it's sin city... its Las Vegas.

"what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas" - Jeff Candido and Jason Hoff

The wrinkles, the size, the suspicion to others. People in their minds say "is he a monster or else?" With the gray gleaming in the sun, he's the biggest puppy, the softest teddy bear. The big paws that gallop through fields, and run through forests. But when something happens he doesn't like... say goodbye to the teddy bear, say goodbye to the giant puppy. Come be introduced to the monster, the hell hound. He rises his lips exposing his fangs ready to dig into something right. Beware of the animal.

"My big dog - a heartbeat in my feet" - unknown

The waters are calm, the waters are peaceful. The reflection of the stunning sun is rippling forever from the middle. The crystal waters is home to the burning sun. At sunrise, and at sundown. They will be forever linked, together forever.

"Water is life's matter and matrix, mother and medium. There is no life without water." - Unknown

The forest is asleep, but yet so awake. The breeze, the winds whistle through every leafless branch. The sunless skies the moonless nights. The forest is dead but yet so alive. Don't go to far, your memory will be erased, caught in the middle no where to escape. The forest will keep you, never letting you free. Be careful of the sharp woods. Be careful of the calling boney branches. Don't let them lure you and don't let them grasp you.

"I have gone to the forest." - Knut Hamsun

Your heart pounding in your eardrums, the cold air going in and out of your tired lungs, and whipping of your throat dry. Sweat trickling down your skin leaving it moist. Your muscles tensing making your bones bend and move. Listening to your footsteps on the pavement. Clear out your mind, it's time to listen to your thoughts, The time to run, to jog, to walk.

"Running is real and relatively simple... but it ain't easy." - Mark Will-Weber