I long for a better world
Where chickens can cross the road
without having their motives questioned.
To know me is to know yourself. To understand me is to understand that the laws of physics can be suspended. To touch me is to touch the petals of a rose and feel the thorn. To hear me is to hear the night ending and the sun rising, the water rushing onto the shore in violent waves and drying up in the heat.
I am not here to please you.
I am only here to share.
My name's Casey, and I'm a Senior at Buckhannon-Upshur High School. I used to write a lot, as you can see, but things have been hectic lately and I haven't written much. I'm trying to, though. Anyway, here's a little about me:
I listen to a lot of reggae, and a little bit of everything else. I read a lot, and my favorite writers are Charles Bukowski, Hunter S. Thompson, and Chuck Palahnuik (if I spelled that right). I also love the book The Catcher in the Rye. As of now, I'm planning on attending West Virginia University this fall, with a set major in Visual Art. I like taking pictures, and hardly leave without a camera by my side.
Well, enough about me, and more about me. This is my art. These are my words. Read them, analyze them, take from them what you will, but be sure to tell me all about it. I'm way into criticism, and love improving whenever I can, so don't hold back!
Where chickens can cross the road
without having their motives questioned.
To know me is to know yourself. To understand me is to understand that the laws of physics can be suspended. To touch me is to touch the petals of a rose and feel the thorn. To hear me is to hear the night ending and the sun rising, the water rushing onto the shore in violent waves and drying up in the heat.
I am not here to please you.
I am only here to share.
My name's Casey, and I'm a Senior at Buckhannon-Upshur High School. I used to write a lot, as you can see, but things have been hectic lately and I haven't written much. I'm trying to, though. Anyway, here's a little about me:
I listen to a lot of reggae, and a little bit of everything else. I read a lot, and my favorite writers are Charles Bukowski, Hunter S. Thompson, and Chuck Palahnuik (if I spelled that right). I also love the book The Catcher in the Rye. As of now, I'm planning on attending West Virginia University this fall, with a set major in Visual Art. I like taking pictures, and hardly leave without a camera by my side.
Well, enough about me, and more about me. This is my art. These are my words. Read them, analyze them, take from them what you will, but be sure to tell me all about it. I'm way into criticism, and love improving whenever I can, so don't hold back!
- Last seen on Jan 26 12:02 PM 2008. Member since June 17, 2005.
- I'm a carnelian hope poet for 116 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "The child is grown, the dream is gone...".
- I am a girl from West Virginia (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a whore.
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/dykosaurus_rex
- I have 116 comments, 36 poems
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In the dark I feel the cold springs if the mattress
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Once again I find myself craving
the arms of the betrayer.
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No, he has no right to speak of. The only name he bears now is "snake," and I'll put out my eyes before I set them upon him, cut my tounge out before I speak his name in anything but a curse or reference. He is a traitor. You know damn well what loyalty means to me...you know his fault and your own and mine...and just as I will wait for dusk and your embrace, I will take my own before I crawl to him...He was my brother. My brother. Fratricide. He is unforgiven.
On an up note...I am very well, classes are great (if not a little tedious at times) and I have met a great deal of musicians that I'm meshing with. Nothing concrete to speak of, but I've made quite an impression with my skills...I've gotten quite a few compliments...
I pray that all is well for you. School, family, love, etc...Oh yes, I failed in my patience: I have had my second tattoo sited and priced...now all I need is the money (got a job at the cafeteria).
Take care and let caution be the order of your every day.
Much Love,
Noah -
Happy 16th Birthday Casey. I'm sure you're spending it well, both in spirits and company.
You wish me to call; I can't, not right now. My emotions are far to aggressive. I leave for Ohio tomorrow, come back Monday,and then, its' Ozzfest. The next weekand Im going out to California, then to New York. When I get back, I would like to see you, talk to you.
If I die (plane crash, gang shooting, etc), I want you to know I love you and will never stop.
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Noah -
Think and say of me what you will to whom you please. In time I hope you come to realize why I feel the way feel...about you...about us. In time I hope you discover what you truely feel and who you are.
My door is always open to you, as is my heart and mind. I don't expect you to...come to me...but...if ever, just know that I am here for you, for anything.
Have a wonderful time at GSA...find your place, find your way.
I love you, wombat...always and forever.
