ART IS A WONDERFUL THING
iT HOLDS THE WORLD tOGETHer
wITH oUT cREATIOn NonE Of US
wOULD eXIST
tHINK ABOUT
tHIS mEAN wORDS cREATe hATE
aND i aM AFRAID tHAT
mY oWN CrEATOR WILL
nOT lOVE me aNY mORE
a sad Love sOnG

How Will LIFE Be.
When THE stones FALL down?
Will I STILL BE?
Will I HEAR the SoUNd?
FaTEFull DREAMS and UNSEEN ScENES
ONLY cLouD my Mind
PLEase HOld me
PLEase Keep ME
PLEase UnderSTAND

YES HE will
HE saID SO
HE saID I was HIS
BUT I belong to ALL of These Hideen Victorian
DREAMS

GOSH TODAY
IS JUST ANOTHER DAY
BLAH

I HOPE YOU ARE AWAKE.
YOU NEED TO BE AWAKE.
NOT FOR MY PAIN
YOU NEVER WERE AWAKE FOR IT.
YOU GAVE IT AWAY
SELFISH AND IGNORANT
NEVER WILL I LET THIS TORMETNT
ME.

I WAS BLESSED WITH LOVE AND TENDERNESS
I WAS CURSED WITH BEING BORN
I WAS GIVEN MY TICkET WITHOUT A REASON
OR Place TO GO!

YEAH REMEMBER YOUR PAIN
ITs NOTHING like MINe!
MEMORIES SlEEp within MY MIND.
AT NIGHT I AWAKE tO THE COLD AND
EMPTY

BUT I FEEl it IN my SOUl and WIthin me.
LIES lIes
DONT Let your SELF BE DEcieved.
YOU never SAW me and never BELIEVED.
SO Im
ALONE now
Like the tempest
IN THE STORM
LET ME FALL SWIFTLY
like the DAY i was BORN.

I CAN CREATE WITH THIS ANGEr and RAge
DONT LET ME LIke THE phonex nEVER AGE.

your welcome

Thanks for the

FREEDOM SEEMS
THE ILLUSION OF TIME
YET TIME IS ALSO AND ILLUSION
created BY the SUN and ROTATION
SO WHAT IS FREE?
WHAT IS TRUE?
NOTHING & Everything.
ME and YOU.
PRECPTION IS
what Preception
wants.
AND ITS A CEMICAL DREAM we LIVE.

YEAH I SPELL SO BAD....
BUT I DID TRY ON THE POEM ANYWAYZ.

ACK TODAY IS A BAD DAY
I AM sick!!
my TUMMY HURTS
EHHH.

HI ALL!!!