I've finally decided to return. Although I know I probably won't be all that active seeing as I'm not much of a user of the internet anymore. But who knows, maybe I'll surprise myself and become more active again.

So let's just start with a small little bit about me. The name is Nathan, I know it seems a bit odd to use an alias and then to give you my real name, but it gives people options on what to call me.

I fancy myself a bit of a poet, although it's been a great deal of time since I've really written anything. Inspiration is a funny thing, and I don't feel so inspired lately. Maybe one day I'll get the bug and write some more. If you're interested in some of my stuff let me know and I can send you a link. I'm really just to lazy to copy paste across a couple of websites.

There's not to much to me, I'm a pretty simple person that tries to live an easy life. Not much bothers me, and even when something does, I try not to let it get to me to much. But there are things that will still cause me much grief and I will react, although there's few that I think would actually want to anger me. Not that I'm trying to say I'm going to hunt them down and do things to them, that would be an empty threat over the internet. But I will do what I can, be it either verbally spamming you til you block me, or simply just blocking and ignoring you. I want to live a happy life, and I'm not about to let some dickweed ruin that for me.

For now, let's end it here. There's not to much about me to really understand, but if there is something you think I've forgotten that you're curious about, feel free to ask me, I'm an open enough person to tell you whatever you'd like to know.

One thing, one dream, one love, I will protect these no matter what.



"O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the fairies’ midwife, and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman,
Drawn with a team of little atomies
Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep;
Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners’ legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers,
The traces of the smallest spider’s web,
The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams,
Her whip of cricket’s bone; the lash of film;
Her waggoner a small grey-coated gnat,
Not half so big as a round little worm
Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid:
Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut
Made by the joiner squirrel or an old grub,
Time out o’ mind the fairies’ coachmakers.
And in this state she gallops night by night
Through lovers’ brains, and then they dream of love;
O’er courtiers’ knees, that dream on court’sies straight,
O’er lawyers’ fingers, who straight dream on fees,
O’er ladies ‘ lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues,
Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are:
Sometime she gallops o’er a courtier’s nose,
And then dreams he of smelling out a suit;
And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig’s tail
Tickling a parson’s nose as a’ lies asleep,
Then dreams, he of another benefice:
Sometime she driveth o’er a soldier’s neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats,
Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades,
Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two
And sleeps again. This is that very Mab
That plaits the manes of horses in the night,
And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs,
Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes:
This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage:
This is she—"



— Mercutio in Romeo and Juliet, Act I, scene IV



A poem I wrote, I don't have a title for it yet.


In my hands I held a bright glowing light,
And from it came a warmth that guided my life.
I pulled it close into my chest,
And from there it warmed me deep past my breast.
It penetrated down to my sould,
And all the tighter of it I began to hold.
I smiled as I looked at the light,
For happiness it brought to my life.
And I saw that I wasn't the only one,
Who held onto a personal sun.
And when with my friends the light would grow,
And the greater it would warm my soul.

Then one day I felt a small spot of cold,
But the cause of it I did not know.
As I turned the light in my hands,
I saw a fissure from a dark cold land.
The fissure began to spread and break,
And I cride as I watched the horrid fate.
I held the pieces tight in my hands,
But it seems the darkness had other plans.

So continue I did with traveling through life,
Trying to nurture the fading light.
But alone it seemed that I would fail,
And without the ligh I would not feel well.
At times when I was near my friends,
The light would seem to start to mend.
But when they were joined with what I missed,
They're lights only spread the dark abyss.

I searched and searched so far and wide,
To try and dispel the new darkness inside.
But no matter where I came and wnt,
The darkness spread ever yet.
And when I'd given up on hope,
I was one last chance to fix what broke.

And there you are with sparkling eyes,
Your own light's shimmer beckoning mine.
And then my light began to mend,
And my journey finally at it's end.



Ohne Dich by Rammstein
Ich werde in die Tannen gehen
Dahin wo ich sie zuletzt gesehen
Doch der Abend wirft ein Tuch aufs Land
und auf die Wege hinterm Waldesrand
Und der Wald er steht so schwarz und leer
Weh mir, oh weh
Und die Vögel singen nicht mehr

Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein
Ohne dich
Mit dir bin ich auch allein
Ohne dich
Ohne dich zähl ich die Stunden ohne dich
Mit dir stehen die Sekunden
Lohnen nicht

Auf den Ästen in den Gräben
ist es nun still und ohne Leben
Und das Atmen fällt mir ach so schwer
Weh mir, oh weh
Und die Vögel singen nicht mehr

Ohne dich kann ich nicht sein
Ohne dich
Mit dir bin ich auch allein
Ohne dich
Ohne dich zähl ich die Stunden ohne dich
Mit dir stehen die Sekunden
Lohnen nicht ohne dich