Ophielia Nyx

I am 16 years old. I love to read and write. I love music to but it tends to get me down as it's something im terrible at. I can't keep in rythme to save my life. When i think of more to add I will...

I thought of more. I love to have my mind changed by something. At first I always get mad but I go back and see or even go forward and see things different is great and it happens to me every day. people are always deeper than they seem to be and i admire that about humanity.
I'm mostly mellow in nature. I love cooked chocolate pudding and though I love the light i have a fondness for dark poetry which is convieniently much written. Sarcastic people are highly amusing to me and also that name up there isnt my real one.
I'm hardworking but writing long reviews makes my head hurt. If i liked it i will usually write a few words though.


Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

This is my very favorite poem and i wanted it here.