Richard Withey currently resides in a mental asylum; incarcerated by his mind he occasionally makes up stories and peculiar tales of characters that have escaped into his thought processes and become part of his written words. Occasionally he will write the odd poem that helps his angst with the dissatisfaction and injustices of the world, sometimes the poems can be quite 'loved up' as well displaying a lovely ying-yang approach to the typical mental illness that is usually rage and/or then catatonia that seems to be the norm for loonies these days. He has also delved into the world of singer/songwriter, this generally occurs in the wee, small hours and involves copious amounts of alcohol, these songs can be found on SoundCloud under Grim Peepers (and he apologises in advance if any slurring can be heard). He would like to thank you in advance for taking time to read his fictional adventures, ramblings and adventures and hopes he can at least bring a smile, tear, grimace or joy to your person for a small (or longing) time. Thanks for reading, and constructive comments and compliments are very welcome ;) x
My name is Lysa. I was born on February 6th, and had light ginger hair, and pale blue eyes. I was always the bright and cheery one as a kid; yet I was very shy and didn't have much friends. But I never really cared, because friends weren't a main priority in my life; even as a kid. I was always drawn to anything that had to do with nature and animals, I don't really understand why, it was just something really fascinating to me. I always made all As, but I don't even know how I managed to get grades like that because all I would ever did in class was daydream. I always liked poetry also. I didn't wright much poetry when I was younger, but I sure did spend loads of time reading it, but now I wright a lot of poetry, and I want to keep on writing it because its what makes me feel whole, complete, and happy with my life.