This blog!

This blog is for me, and by me. all my poems, all my ideas, if not ill say so. Who ever is reading this understand that. This is my Life and this blog is only to Record who I am, and who eventually i was. I created a time capsule last year but i did not put the thing that interested me most in it. I left out me. That is what this blog is for. likely i will get bored and forget it. but untill then, this is my life, and these are my thoughts.

Welcome.

Life

This is my life, and I will change it.

I once said that only fear and love can drive a person. And I think I was right. But its not love that drove me, it was fear. fear to hurt others, fear to hurt my self, fear that deep down I really am truly, utterly, insane, that I enjoy watching people get hurt. So I learned something about my self. There are two of me. Totally different yet one in the same. A side of me driven of fear, and a side of me driven by love. Those who have seen both understand the hell it is that I can be to deal with.

so. I have a new fear.

I am scared to be afraid. To be fearful. To live by fear. Live with hate, with anger, feared fear its self, in all its forms.

And so, I have to turn to love. And that is what will guide me.

Love.

A Lovers Moon

Long ago I met the moon,

On such a sorrowed day.

With all my heart, I came to love

That perfect broken moon.

Though on a darkened, saddened day

The moon had gone away.

Thus in the darkness left behind

I was twisted, I was blind.

Until the day I saw the sun,

And the sun looked toward my way.

I began to see, the sun and moon,

Were simply not the same.

The sun out shone the lowly moon

A fool, to be so blind.

So now I see that there is more.

 There's beauty I can find.

In people, places, sight and sound

There's beauty that abounds

An American Dream

its the american dream, a good baseball game and two handfulls full of the deliciousness that is hotdogs, yet on beknowen to most hot dogs hold a dark past.

Origionally created to sell the other wise considered not edible meant, butcher all ofee the world created what would be knowen as the hot dog.once they finished selling the acceptable parts of the animal body they would take the remanints on the meant and grind it into a meat paste, that when cooked is a hot dog, yet the tramatizeing fact is that the meat inside of that delicious american dream can be anything from cow to human flesh to poor hepless pigs.

once this was realesed into the public the reactions varried, some liked the pork dogs saying" yea man this stuff totally rocks my socks of them clocks off", were not entirely sure what that ment but we can see he enjoys it. however others like Rachel Olsen were enraaged saying "i used too looovee pigs like as in my favoite animal.. buuut then i realized hot dogs were made from pig n hotdogs was my favvorite food as a child.. annnd so i now do not lik pigs or hotdogs. lol" those laughs my readers are laughs of anguish , to all looking upon her you could tell that she will be emotionally scarred forever. so my dear readers its up to you, will you stand for this outrage or will you have your socks rocked off my cloks, the choice it yours.