Theres another world inside of me that you may never see.

Theres another world inside of me that you may never see.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

I'm Falling and You Forgot to Catch Me

I tripped, it was merely an accident.
I reached out, placing myself on the line
and you just let me fall, even though you promised that you wouldn't.
Tell me why?
Why do i do this to myself.
Why do i put myself out there, if i know that it only leads to me falling.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The Beauty That I See

I look outside my window
I see the sky and the trees
And I think to myself
What is this beauty that I see?
It's not always attention drawing
But then you look again
I see the colours in every green leaf
I see the beautiful curves of the valley beneath my house
I see the way the branches twist and turn helping eachother dance.
Then I frown
When I realize what we're doing to the world we love.
I look outside my window
And I think, I don't want to lose this unexpected beauty . . .

Monday, August 23, 2010

Alex Pardee

My friend recently told me about the artist and i fell in love! Amazing work , www.eyesuckink.com

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Mischeif

I see the mischeif in your little eyes
When you've done something daring
Afraid of how I will react
But at the same time, thinking your too smart
And that I won't figure it out.
Your the most funniest, cutest, mischeiviest little boy I know.
I see the mischeif in your eyes.
And it makes me smile.

Friday, August 20, 2010

To Hold A Child in Your Arms

I went to the supermarket today and i saw lots of little babies, and i thought that it must be so wonderful to hold a child in your arms and be able to call it yours, to be able to say hey i made this, you belong to me. To see their little hands waving around and grabbing at new things, to see their eyes wide watching everything and then to see them scrunch up their eyes when their confused or mad. I don't know, i just think it would be wonderful to have a kid.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Talking Heads

Doing art homework . . .

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Currently . . .

Reading the Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, An American Slave. I have to read it for my English class but it's actually kind of interesting, it really makes me despise everything and anything to do with slavery. I don't understand how the human race could be so creul just because of a simple difference. I mean, I know the human race is actually quite violent but at the same time the human race as a whole all want to just be accepted for who they are. So why ? do people reject so much if they themselves want to be accepted with their faults ?