As spoken by Oscar Wilde 
- Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit
but the highest form of intelligence -

A Poison Tree


I was angry with my friend;

I told my wrath, my wrath did end.

I was angry with my foe:

I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I waterd it in fears,

Night & morning with my tears:

And I sunned it with smiles,

And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night.

Till it bore an apple bright.

And my foe beheld it shine,

And he knew that it was mine.

And into my garden stole,

When the night had veild the pole;

In the morning glad I see;

My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

I love the season of Autumn and reading a variety of genres, but especially poetry and would read by moonlight if I had to.

I more than admire the beauty of the written word and it's open interpretation to thoughts and feelings.

Horses are one of my ruling passions their strength, beautiful spirit and grace are more than I dare to describe.

Dear Bullies,
You know that boy you pushed over earlier?
He commited suicide last night. That girl you
called fat? She's starving herself. And that boy
You teased for crying? His mother died. You
Know that man you made fun of for his scars?
He fought for our country. That man you stole
The little leather pouch off? He was homeless.
And everybody else you've been mean too?
You've either hurt them really bad or ruined their
Life. Post this on your profile if you are against
Bullying. I bet 99% of you won't, but if you are that
1% with time and heart, then show it.
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