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Everything Led Zeppelin
And Soon It Will All Mean Nothing.There comes a day in everyone's lifeAnd Soon It Will All Mean Nothing. by CassieCros13
When everything won't mean anything.
I wouldn’t pretend that I had loved everything.
And yet I won’t say I hadn’t loved anything.
The day I've been waiting for all my life,
I now face with turbulence and strife.
The cords are in boxes, my room is a mess.
The robe hangs in my closet like a wedding dress,
A gown I feel I shouldn’t yet wear,
But the overwhelming temptation is there.
And after I wear cords, medals and stoles,
After contemplating near impossible goals,
Every certificate, plaque, and badge on my wall,
After today will mean nothing at all.
Every word that I crammed for a rigorous test,
After trying and failing, but giving my best.
Every rejection, acceptance, I've ever received
Has brought me down, has helped me succeed.
Every moment I worried what they would think,
Who was I to ever care?
When soon it will all mean nothing,
With their judgement no longer there.
Will I ever miss it?
I never thought I would.
The Fall of the Roman EmpireWhen you've reached the peak and you have it all,The Fall of the Roman Empire by CassieCros13
Which way can you move without a fall?
When the gains you've made are through war and greed
And you've lost all sight of the poor man’s need.
Then surely the riches you eagerly sought,
The lands you conquered, the wars you fought,
Must someday dissolve with a cry of pain,
‘Cause you can’t hold an empire on that kind of gain.
The Roman Empire in days of old,
Was a land of honey and wine and gold,
But the honey and wine were for just a few,
And the gold seemed to go the same way too.
The men at the top wanted more and more,
Then they had it all and it was all a bore.
So they looked for a means to brighten their days,
And they managed this in many ways.
The lions roared and the fun began
When they opened the doors and pushed out a man.
And the air was torn with joyful cries,
As the blood spilled out before their eyes.
The Christians, it seemed, were their favorite game,
And they died in the hundreds in the Good Lord
I was born on Friday, September 13th on a full moon after midnight. (Which explains a lot. )|
I am an eighteen year old high school/college student and aspiring Political Scientist that fantasizes about being a hippie once in awhile.
I live in a remote, rural town of about 2000 people in Oregon.
I love to sing, write, debate, and draw. Even though I'm not much of an artist in comparison to the spectacular talent on dA, I'm obsessed with colors and love the psychedelic art and music of the 1960's and '70's.
I was diagnosed with Autism Spectrum Disorder when I was four years old.
My family is the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Above picture made by the very talented
dA is my favorite site on the internet because of the diverse talents and heart of it's community.
Through The Eyes of AutismThey said I was a miracle child. That the fact that I can even talk or comprehend things now is only the work of The Lord himself. For many years I was trapped in my own state of mind. Knowing the words I wanted to say, but the ability to speak them out was gone. Yet everyone looked at me as if I was different, "special" as they call it. Even though it's all behind me now, in a sense I still feel this way. Each day I'm forced into a mold I can't fit into, no matter what I'll do.
ProhibitionThe working men who drank for years
Generation GapIn a fragile world accessed through fingertips,
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