Jake Wesley• Show poetry

Despite my age, do not under-estimate me. I am more responsible, mature, and respectful than any other teen guy I konw. My mind is somewhat of an enigma. I have the mental compasity of Einstien, the cunning and problem solving skills of Sherlock Holmes, as slick as a con-artist, as gentle as a flower, probably one of the top-ten most kindest people you'll ever know, sesitive, and alot stronger than I first appear. But I still have the work effort of your average teen, thus giving me the potential to be great but no intrest to pursue it. That's why I write. It is something i would do on my own time and enjoy doing, plus it will usually show you how smart I really am. I have been harassed ever since the first grade. Been called every name and pushed around to much. You may ask why someone who by history have anger-managment problems yet is as harmless as an elderly man? Well, the way I stop myself from exploding, I will desroy things on video games. This is quite effective because I am very good. These are not the games with blood and gore with screaming victims, but games where you hit your targets with a mallet. The reason I am kind is simple enough. I was raised/brought up right and I know what it's like to be on the recieving end of cruelty. Strangly enough, my torment is what makes me write 50% of my poems. Other weird things about me: I won't get cold until it's 20F, get sick maybe once or twice a year, have not gained a pound in 2 years, yet I eat crap all day, everyday. And when I got to high school, (mine is a tech.)my social status sky-rocketed! I went from an insect on the social food-chain to a fox in 1 month. I was usually taken advantage of because of my kindnes reflex but now it is what brought me to the top. 90% of all my current friends are girls. And I'm guessing it is because girls like a nice-guy, I mean, we are rare, especially in the American teen group. My hope is to reduce the world's problems with designs for inventions that will help mankind, and to clean up the mest that we have made. I also love fantasy and sci-fi but I will read anything fiction. My favorite type of music is Europop, which is Europeane bands. My favorite band would have to be Keane. And I am sure that if they never had existed, I probably would have wrote some of their lyrics myself. Some more weird things: my brain is broken into different programs: 1, when I make a decision, I run through all scenarios good and bad till the most logical ones are left, done like a super-computer. .If you read this whole thing through without falling asleep, I appreciate it dearly. And if so should look at my poems.
JaKe Boland, aka Deckiln

If you chat with me then this is for you if not, you can read it anyway. It is much easier to talk to someone when you know who you are talking to so,
Hair: brownish-black or maybe blackish-brown
Eyes: baby/sky/robin egg blue, I have been told often that they are really nice.
5'8, 150 lb, (I have not gained or lost a pould in three years. I can eat whatever I want and my cholest. perfect, blood pres. perfect, everything is fine. That is what happens when you have the metabolism rate of Norvil "Shaggy" Rodgers)My skin is Native-American=Irish mix. I tan like an Indian, but i have freckles like the Irish.

I am sraight, Catholic-christian, hs sophmore, vegitarian, smart, kind, sensitive, genious, trustworthy, loyal person.

Favorite Sport: soccer
Favorite Place: Vermont, NH, or Ireland
Favorite Food: (you expect me to be able to choose?)
This is the most important part of this profile if you read nothing else, read this!
Why I am a Writer:
I love to write, it is a way that I can easily express myself, I want to share my wisdom and experiences with the public so that I maybe change at least a few people at least a bit, I have ideas I think people should here and the most important reason: (this is taken from my favorite book, I highy recommend reading it if you ever get the chance...)

"How come your're always talking about being
old?" Bean wants to know.
"Because I \am\ old," Ryter says. "I don't really
mind the 'old' part. I'm just worried I won't have
enough time to finish my book."
Bean nods wisely, as if she expected that particular
answer. "But would it ever really be finished?" she
asks. "I thought the book was your life, and it would
only end when your life ends. Except it won't really
end, because people will read it and remember, so in
a way you'll live forever."
At first I think he's offended, but after a while a
smile slowly creases his aged face. "Thank you, Bean,"
he says, and pats her hand.
"For what?"
"For reminding me of why I'm a writer."


I am going to put one of my favorite poem on here each day so come back here often. I don't think I am going to need written permission because the poets of these are dead:


Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river,
And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever,
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle:--
Why not I with thine?

See! the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:--
What are all these kissings worth,
If thou kiss not me?

Percy Bysshe Shelley



What are heavy?
Sea, sand, and sorrow.

What are brief?
Today and tomorrow.

What are frail?
Spring, blossoms, and youth.

What are deep?
Oceans and the truth.

Christian Rossetti



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