Current Residence: South Carolina|
Favourite genre of music: Rock: Punk, New, Real, Classic, Gothic, & Metal
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adems
Favourite cartoon character: Dexter/Calvin
Personal Quote: "In theory there is no difference between theory and practice, but in practice there is."
Sonnet 1Sonnet 1
My Love said to me, hush thy heart; it is giving but won't reap
What's sown. Now, after long I have waited, thou saw the gaze, hope,
Life from my soul for thee. Thou knew it would come, but you said no
Word, instead pain is what thee sought for me. Lonely is and will be, for
All eternity what I will see after this, I'm not free. Love's
Chains, made me mad; desire, now insane; lust, like the surf it can fade, though
Will return. Feel the beat, hear the sound; come, my dear rose; hear the birds, doves
Call names, mine and thy own. They are tricks, said she, Bode, I say, omens, 'twas
Halcyon birds, to calm; then fish with lines thou hast torn. A kiss, what joy,
Bliss, I ask ye to give. You gave. I, witless fool, fell in Love. Its
Vain, futile, you believe; muse over looks, and no day, will the find me.
May thee be loved, but a prostitute loved, surpass queens cold and numb. So
Live, though full, and take me, over crooks, and one day thee, will find me.
Love, though hast cast aside me, but