Life is a work of art.Words- etched into skin,like dipping pens on parchment,exploiting crimson ink under frail paper,painting pictures of untold stories;the symphonies of emotion,hidden somewhere between heart and soul.The joys and pains of life can't be compromised to a children's picture book,but are expressed by the colourful novels within your mind,each brush stroke laid onto Life's canvas,like the eternal mark you leave on Earth after death.You hold the pencil to your future,the instrument to your dreams.You are the artist,and life is your masterpiece.
Don't Give Up! Better Days are on Their Way.Dedicated to:All of those who have been through Hell, in hopes that they will hold their chin up, keep smiling, and move forward.Some things in life will try to bring us down.Sadly some will succeed, but do not frown!It may feel like your sorrows will not end,But fear not my dear, the sun will shine on!There are moments that makes us want to die,And all we can see is a gray, rainy sky.We feel like our destinies have become dead, defeated, and detached from this desolate world.We all come to know some sort of agonizing, abysmal atrocity that accumulates in our soul.Sometimes others are at fault for our pain,But often we create our own vain rain.When it comes to others, it can be many things- Why is there war? Or why do people act sly and lie? Why are people deceptive and so selective? Do people not recognize the seven deadly sins?? T
I Love YouFrom the first time I met you, you didn't get along with me at firstBut once I started talking to you, we became friendsI look at you, and I see a very beautiful girl with a pretty smileYou made an OC who has a great personality, and a pretty face, but not as pretty as yoursYou calling me one of your best friends made me feel happy insideWhen I hear your voice, it's like angels singing in a heavenly choirYou introduced me to a girl who is as cute as you.I love you.When I met you, you liked me, but I didn't like you. Well, in that way, of course.You told me about yourself, and we soon became friends.The longer we became friends, the more I started to like you.Like the other girl, you have a angelic voice, a good personality, a cool OC, a great smile, and you are very prettyYou two may be far away, but you're always near in my heart.I love you.
The ButterflyThis Butterfly;I hold dear to me.She ever so gently flutters through my skyMy every thought; waking and in the realm of my dreamsShe flies through,showing off the unique brush strokes of vivid colour that are her wingsThe interesting patterns that are every part of her and who she is.This Butterfly;I hold dear to me.And on her days of overcast,She shows me exactly how vulnerable she can get.Wings- draped then contracted, draped then contractedAs she sits near.Weak and fragile-Little soul.Scars line those paper wings of hers;Telling all of her painful past,And even her present.This Butterfly;I hold dear to me.Whether she is merrily floating through the clear sky,Enlightened by the wind beneath her wings-Showing off her fierce personalityOr evenHolding on for dear life, waiting for the rain to clear-Wings clamped shut,I love her and all that she is composed of.It brings me a certain kind of joy to be a part of her life.I find solace,I feel blessed,I eve