March 11th shall be when Mischa Ericovna Hamby will be born.

If everything goes according to plan.

Halloween is my favorite time of year

with goblins, ghost, and reapers to fear

I can feel it as it gets near

Its time to get my gear

and hide in a bush unseen and unclear

waiting to jump out to make a kid shed a tear

                                - by: Robin Hamby

I was hoping to write something about Halloween and somehow I came up with this poem a second ago. Anyway I hope you enjoyed.

Happy Halloween!

I’ve never had orgasms so intense as when I’m looking up into the endless night sky through the petals and fronds of my families orchard. Weather it’s the sublime scent of the surrounding blooms or pleasant simplicity of the secluded garden, there’s always this feeling as if the orchard itself is trying to invoke my senses. In the latest hours of the night, far from dusk yet farther, still, from dawn…It never fails. Of course, I’m never visiting my enchanting garden companionless. And it’s not the orchard, alone, that makes me climax to such a level. That would be silly, slightly absurd. I’m sure you’re at that particular level of competence to where you understand what I’m talking about… Though, I still wish I could bring any of you to this place of peace, you’d understand more, I know you would. Then again, maybe some of you have an orchard all your own…

I sit in a lunchroom full of people and yet I feel so alone As I look around everyone is talking and laughing everyone that is except me Why do I feel this way and will this feeling ever go away? I ask myself these questions everyday but I’m still no closer to the answer, for just a day I wish I could be normal So I can bring back the memory of how it use to be back when I was always laughing and hanging out with my friends Now all I do is sit in my room and wonder when its all going to end. …

All my life is, is depression that brings nothing but sorrow and pain Who do I blame? Do I blame my parents for not seeing this coming? No, never my parents had no clue that my life would turn out this way Do I blame myself for having to live life this way? I dont know maybe there is no one to blame.

Roses are red violets are blue my heart is black and untrue.