Hoping to get a paypal here soon and get my first official comission! Know anyone looking to get comissioned? If so help me out if you can! Thanks a bunch!

If you ever notice how im never on its because im in the military and stationed out in hawaii. Long days and not alot of time spent on my own and even then i prefer just longboarding around town and skyping some friends. BUT! I do however go on occasionally and just watch alotnof the wonderful art and work people put on here so it does not go unnoticed. I would post poetry but seeing as how I am going to publish a book with what I have in a year or two id rather save it for that. I have a close friend who is always drawing for me so i may be seen around here and there XD other then that keep doing what your doing! ITS AWESOME!

Plan to become an emt didnt work out so well. The college messed up my papers and denied me. I still went ahead and reapplied though. BUT a friend of mine ships out for the navy here soon and i decided to ask him some questions. Never thought I was the military type but i guess i am now. Being in the military has so many benefits. Funny thing is, i rushed through the enlistment papers so fast, that the night i basically signed into the navy, i got conformation that i was chosen to be an emt. Oh well, fate has a funny way of workin itself out. So i am going in as Master At Arms or Military Police. My whole life i wanted to be in law enforcement. This was the fastest and most rewarding way i could to get to my dreams. Ill probably do my time and get out and still get my emt liscence and then pass the academy for law enforcement. Just more training and experience!

I feel bad for not updating on FA. I practically go on here 3 or 4 times a week but mainly just to lurk around. though in the past time i have done several poems and will probably upload for whomever wants to read poetry and about driving and traveling since i've been all over florida this past year.

well i finally got my first job and its probably the best job ever! its a candy store, a little shop on the beach called candy kitchen. alot of work but at the end of the day when i get off i look back at the shop and smile :)

In the tampa bay area in florida, i had heard on the news that a baby was born at the exact time of 12:12 on 12/12/12....just wow.

Earlier today in my school, there happened to be a chemical spill and the Sheriffs office hazmat team was dispatched. Apparently, a chemistry assignment, where students had to bring in certain elements from the periodic table and showcase them to the class. Well a few of those chemicals, which the teacher had not clarified not to bring, were quite dangerous. Chemicals that were flammable, combustible, explosive, and down right dangerous for students to handle. The school had been put on lockdown and the hazmat team went from room to room to grab the chemicals and dispose of them. Luckily i knew one of the Deputies on the team and he told me all about what had happened and i even got to assist him in the findings and disposal of the chemicals. The most dangerous chemical had been mercury, again, luckily the hazmat team took care of it. The final thought is being that the teacher had not been appropriately safe with this assignment, damn sophomores....then again, i did set off the fire alarm last year when i put lithium into water, and for all those science kids out there, causes a bright flash and somewhat of an explosive reaction to where it melt the glass it was in and released hydrogen gas in the classroom XD oh well

I wrote this little one while sitting outside a gas station near my house. I just find roads and travel fascinating, and im noticing its pretty much the main thing i write about, and ya know what? i really like that. i guess its my theme and i love it! With this i think about many things, i wanted something with rhymes. This one is becoming my favorite the more i read it, i dont exactly know why but it just does. hope you guys enjoy, and comment to help me improve!


"Here to there we take roads.
Roads with ditches and grass.
Grass dirtied with trash.
Trash that comes from our mouths.
Mouths that we talk to ourselves.
Ourselves are alone.
Alone we are from here to there."

Here i have written a poem about what makes me happy. A road trip, going anywhere and doing anything. Im going on one no matter what in the summer of 2014 and to kick it off im going to anthrocon, but after that, i guess i don't know. whatever is on the way home from Pittsburgh to Florida. And on that trip, i know for sure im not going to be alone, i don't know who will be joining me but i know someone will.

"So long to the holidays. Creating new ones, ones where its all my own, on any day and any time.To drive any road, going any place is my holiday. It didn't have to be just a day, it could be several days or weeks for all i cared, with joyous and cheerful nights of my own. Driving the interstate, feeling the wind blow through the windows and grind against my arms and face. Music playing and coming from all directions. Beating of the bass and drums shuffling through my chest as the stroke of each string on the guitar rings in my ears, smiling as my lips sync with the lyrics. Never felt such a real smile before, such pure happiness, quite blissful really. To be out there in the world, and do something so grown, and yet going out just to be a child. Holding intriguing and deep conversations to wherever it is were going. It doesn't matter where it is, but were guaranteed to be there. Being in that car, hands on the steering wheel and foot on the pedal, eyes gazing left to right at my mirrors, is what i really wanted. And during one of those takes i notice something. A soft shade of a shadow, like a blur in the sight itself, sitting there and just as a regular person would. I cant see a face, i cant even tell its gender. This sillhouete. I don't know who it is, or who it will be, but i know for sure their with me. Knowing that I'm not going to be alone on my holiday.

Hello again. Here is another poem i had written one oddly cold morning in the city i live in where it was still before the faintest rise of the morning sun. I was sitting down on a dark paved trail that runs through the heart of the entire county, and this section had no lights, no houses, and no roads even close to it. Yet the nearest city lights could still be seen from where i was sitting. I was alone there, and there i wrote this entire thing while sitting there viewing this. I hope you all enjoy and send some constructive criticism if you have any. :)

"With the white fog floating just outside my mouth when i breath, I'm still able to see the world through it. I exhale at the sight I am witnessing, and my ears twitch at the noises. I see in front of me a black wall, a wall that stretches from the floor to the ceiling and expands not only straight up, but curves all around me. To the left i see another cloud of white, almost as if the world itself exhaled on this cold night but merely the faint light of the distant city, glowing a constant stream of light that fades as it goes up. I look upwards to escape the glow and i stare at the black ceiling just above me. I realize it isn't all black, but covered with dots as if white splattered paint covers it entity. I knew i was seeing something beautiful, but i could only find out the truth of its wonders thats buried in a boys first book of the stars. Something then caught me off guard, the noise. I hear it, never getting louder, never going away. It was as if the sound of blood moving through the earth but with no pauses, no pumping, but a constant flow as if the earth didnt have a heart for the sound that was being generated. A sound so soft, finely tuned for me to listen more. I raise an ear to hear and look up once again to the ceiling. They coexist ya'know, looks as if they were both created equal to mix with one another. I'm no longer sitting in a black box. I was sitting in something curved, something teaming with beings and yet alive itself. Breathing and moving as if it were me."

Im 18 years old and never really taken a poetry class, but to me i find this to be poetry, learned a few things here and there while reading other peoples work and ive created my own type of work. I want you to enjoy and have some constructive criticism for me if you like.

For the background of why i wrote this: It was after i had dropped off my brother from his Girlfriends house, and theres this certain intersection i have to make a left on to get home, and i never understood the "live at first sight" cliche until now. It all took place within a few seconds and really captivated me, and on the ride home i talked to myself, thinking about this beautiful girl i had seen and well it inspired me to write a poem about her. Sorry if it sounds dramatized or to mushy gushy about love but its what i had felt.
Well here goes.

"A lot of things happen on the intersection of Seminole and Bay drive. To you, its just an intersection, black seared pavement and stained with its diminishing span of existence. But to me that is not just a road, but a place of the unexpected. What you find there may not always be the same. To find just an ordinary car next to you is what you'd expect. Its whats inside that living machine of glass and metal that sends me wonders of happiness. To find young beauty right next to you. With the orange and yellow glow of the fading sun, it shines on the soft face of someone i will never meet again. The rays nearly melting with her blond hair, as they flow with the wind. This is someone who captivates me. Seeing her eyes lock onto mine made my heart race. To look away now would be a crime of passion, to confess and admit the guilt like a coward. No, i stare back. And right there, it felt like the world moved slower than usual. Seeing in such a bright light now faded her face but yet, made it clearer for me to see her true beauty mix with the natural beauty of this world. Witnessing the crack of a smile and the cheeks blushing through the haze only made mine do the same in return. Not only our eyes were locked in, but now our faces and as if our bodies. All this just within reach, merely a few feat from me, and yet it felt like worlds apart. For only those few brief seconds of such a sight, she drove off, ripping my entire world from me, leaving me there alone on that street pondering and trying to regain reality. Seeing those taillights drift off and form with the glare of the sun now shining bright into my eyes made me think. This isn't just some street, its something i'll remember for the rest of my life as the girl at Seminole and Bay drive."

Since getting a new computer, i didnt have enough money to buy microsoft office, and the computer didnt come with it. So now im somewhat falling behind on my classwork which microsoft word is needed, crap. Also i cant type out my poetry to share :( and recently i just created one that i think is really well done. My work though barely classified as poetry, to me is a sign of expression and details that differences itself from regular writings, so im here to improvise a way to post it, which will be through journals. Ill have one up very shortly for anyone willing to read. enjoy :)

Had a shooting competition this weekend and boy was it a long one. Had 8 hours of training saturday and another 8 hours of shooting on sunday, and boy lemme tell ya, i look like a red lobster! Glad to be back home with internet since the hotel i stayed at didnt have free internet! screw paying for internet lol

Though i wouldn't exactly call it poetry, i still like to think it is. I mainly write in free verse style and mainly its my observations of the world. I usually write as it comes to me which isnt exaclty all the time, but when it does happen and i hit a stroke of genius, ill post it up on here :) its about the only thing i can post since i dont draw or have any other special talents. So i hope you enjoy as they appear.

Well we are almost into the month of October, it may just seem like another month with halloween at the end of it, but for me and my family, weve already started making preperations for the big day. You see, it all started back in i believe 94, where my parents started putting up halloween decorations. Now, since my parents perticularly my mother has grown a high interest into it because she gets to use her artistic skills and my fathers engineering skills. We have over 500 people tricker-treaters or just viewers come to our house on the corner of the street to see our display. Weve spent years working and improving our cemetary (the main theme) to what it is today. Weve made over 75 tombstones (styrafoam but looks very realistic) a pvc fence made to look cast iron, flying ghosts, a witches den which we transformed our garage to an actual walkin display, grave popper with full animatronics, a ghost/zombie thingamajigger that looks like its passing through a wall with moving head and arms (looks badass by the way) a bleeding tombstone even, and my personal favorite which took us two months to create is our life sized handmade coffin with a body inside that flings open the coffin door and pops out. This may not seem like alot but with hundreds of other little add-ons it all fits together for the best night of the year for my family. Whats funny is we have a tradition within a tradition, we do the halloween thing yes, but what we do is create something new every year and people have realized this, last year was the fully improved witches den. Sadly though due to both my parents having medical issues and cant work to the amount they want to, its time for me and my carpentry skills to step in and boy am i in for it. I have been given the challange to create a fully animatronic wolfman that looks like it is coming out of shed, its going to have a moving jaw, a moving head, and moving arms in a slashing movement, and i have to start tomorrow. I can say this is going to be one of the best halloweens ever, its just i hate having to start so early! wish me luck guys.

mainly meant for Kymah, but if you want to know the answers just ask

a little questionnaire

Where do i stand on a friendship scale to you ( aquatance, friend, best friend, bf, greatfriend, ect:
What do you most like about me?
What do you not like about me?
if you could change me in anyway would you and how?
Of i were to die or become seriosly ill, what would you say or do?
Of i told you a secret would you keep it?
How long have we known eachother?
how and where did we meet?
if i wore girls clothing instead of boys, what would you say?
If we ever meet, what would you do?
If i lost my house what would you do?


Ok now some questions about me

Whats my favorite color?
my favoite animal?
My real name? (first only)
my main fursonas name?
how many dogs do i have?
my favorite meal?
my fav class in school?

ok now a little true or false

i love the out doors
i hate mice
i draw
i love making friends
i have a gf/bf
i hate people
im super shy

on top of all the schoolwork and volunteer work I do, i have now been promoted to gun range liaison. That means I now have to set up dates and times as well as notify people of upcoming gun range shooting days. This would be fun if there wasn't over 30 people to call every time theres a date set, ugh. oh well, lets go shooting!