Author has written 18 stories for Young Adult, Essay, General, Love, Song, Life, Politics, and Family.

ex caelis means "from the heavens."

in my case, it doesn't necessarily mean that way though.

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i am naturally evil and metaphysically nice. i'm a walking, talking, breathing contradiction. i like everything from chocolate to full contact sports. i'm rather easy to hate and quite difficult to relate to sometimes.

but i do make a conscious effort to be as normal and as unobtrusive as humanly possible.

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a bit narcissistic. yeah, you can say that. i'm guilty. my personal favoritesare:

gabriel - a guilt that lies beyond understanding

hurtful heaven

misery loves company

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here are a few of the new ones! please r'n'r! i give generous reviews, you know... :)

oh the song

weeping blue of starlight secrets

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crazy about: my chemical romance, senses fail, matchbook romance, the used, funeral for a friend, july for kings, green day, lifehouse, foo fighters, among many others.

can't stop singing to:

my chemical romance - drowning lessons

without a sound i took her down
and dressed in red and blue i squeezed
imaginary wedding gown
that you can't wear in front of me
a kiss goodbye, your twisted shell
as rice grains and roses fall at your feet
lets say goodbye, the hundredth time
and then tomorrow we'll do it again

i dragged her down i put her out
and back there i left her where no one could see
and lifeless cold into this well
i stared as this moment was held for me
a kiss goodbye, your twisted shell
as rice grains and roses fall at your feet
lets say goodbye, the hundredth time
and then tomorrow we'll do it again

i never thought it'd be this way
just me and you, we're here alone
and if you stay, all i'm asking for is
a thousand bodies piled up
i never thought would be enough
to show you just what i've been thinking

and i'll keep on making more
just to prove that i adore
every inch of sanity
all i'm asking for is, all i'm asking for is

these hands stained red
from the times that i've killed you and then
we can wash down this engagement ring
with poison and kerosene
we'll laugh as we die
and we'll celebrate the end of things
with cheap champagne

without, without a sound
and i wish you away

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likes these pieces:

BELIEVE ME, IF ALL THOSE ENDEARING YOUNG CHARMS

by Thomas Moore

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Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,

which I gaze on so fondly today,

Were to change by tomorrow, and flee in my arms,

Like fairy gifts fading away,

Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,

Let thy loveliness fade as it will,

And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart

would entwine itself verdantly still.

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It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,

And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear

That the fervor and faith of a soul can be known,

To which time will but make thee more dear;

No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,

But as truly loves on to the close,

As the sunflower turns on her God when he sets,

The same look which she turned when he rose.

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an excerpt of "ANNABEL LEE" by Edgar Allan Poe

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She was a child and I was a child,

In the kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love –

I and my Annabel Lee –

With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven

Coveted her and me.

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The angels, not half so happy in Heaven

Went envying her and me: –

Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,

In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud, chilling

And killing my Annabel Lee.

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For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes

Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night tide, I lie down by the side

Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,

In the sepulchre there by the sea -

In the tomb by the sounding sea.

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GIVE ME LIBERTY, OR GIVE ME DEATH

by Patrick Henry

( March 23, 1775)

They tell us, Sir, that we are weak, – unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power.

Three millions of People, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible, by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, Sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of Nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, Sir, is not to the strong alone, it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, Sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat, but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! THE WAR IS INEVITABLE AND LET IT COME! I REPEAT IT? SIR? LET IT COME!

It is vain, Sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry peace, but there is no peace. The war has actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the North will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that Gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it! Almighty God! I know not what course may take, but as for me, GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH!

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