Writing is an art which i have come to enjoy, though i'm not very good at it. I bet my English teachers would be astonished by my atrocious writing and language!
This is where i pen my muses, whenever it attacks me, which is not often sadly, and a place to put up my graphics i have created. Feel free to comment (:
caged bird wanting to be free she spread her wings ready to take flight and soar through the sky happy and free her spirit is strong she doesn't belong in a cage so small with her wings held down she doesn't belong
caged bird wanting to be free she looks up, setting her sights on the never ending blue sky and wishes to fly free with not a care in the world with no restraints binding her she wants to be free
caged bird wanting to be free she looks on sadly as the sun goes down another day has passed a new day will come and she wonders when, oh when can she fly free
are like the chocolate coated strawberries. an indulgance that we embrace. the sparks that light up our lives. the flames from the fireplace that warm the cold house. the little things in life that cannot be replaced.
it's like receiving an early christmas present. we receive with joy, we handle with care, afraid to break what was so lovingly given. that's what friendships are like. the bond may be as strong as the strongest, most hardened soldier. but once broken, it's hard to mend.
like the rock beneath the sea, it can be easily crashed overtime. but like the rock, it can endure even the strongest waves. challenges faces us everyday but one thing is for certain, our friendship will forever last. even through our toughest moment.
like the haunting yet soothing notes from the grand piano. the enchanting music that fills the emtpy corridors. are so alike the sounds of laughters, which fills our life, and paints out a beautiful canvas and engraves itself in our hearts.
pinky promises. friends forever. childhood memories we hold so dear. friendships are jewels that shouldn't be sold, rare and priceless, you never know when you'll stumble upon it again.
we need it to fill our empty spaces. friendships are treasure that should be kept.
I’m reaching out – reaching out to nothing.
I’m calling out – but no one’s there.
I’m crying out – but there’s no shoulder to cry on.
I shout, I yell, I scream – but no one cares.
The sound of a broken heart resides in a lonely silence.
Silence is all there is.
Silence is all I have.
Tears run dry.
Where have they all gone to?
There’s no meaning in life.
What am I living for?
I’m tired.
Tired of running.
Tired of crying.
Tired of caring.
Tired of trying.
Tired of living.
Just tired of everything.
Does nobody really care?
I’m all alone.
Alone in this cruel world with no one to hold.
Love?
What is love?
What does it mean to love?
What does it mean to be loved?
A four letter word of endearment.
But, what is it really?
It brings joy and happiness.
It brightens the day like how the sun shines brightly in the sky.
It chases away the darkness and sorrow like how the sun chases away the darkness and silence of the night.
But yet,
At the same time,
It can bring pain and sorrow.
Hardships and heartaches.
It can leave the heart shattered and torn.
Wrenched with pain, betrayal and distrust.
Waiting only to be healed and whole.
Only to be broken once again.
It’s not how you say you love somebody.
It’s how you mean you love that person.
It’s a word so often abused.
So often used carelessly, without true meaning,
Not coming from the heart.
An empty word with just a fleeting fragment of truth.
So confusing and misleading.
So easily accepted and used hastily.
Once broken,
It’s hard to gain back that trust.
Betrayal is, after all,
