Je t'aimeShe told me, "I love you this much!"stretching her arms outas far as they could go, fingers taughtand desperate.I looked at her, eyes smilingand asked, "Only that much?""That's all there is." She replied.And I agreed,"Vast oceans can not compare our our love,little bird."
I am an ARTIST.Do you see the pretty colors,masterpieces yet to be born.Imagination full of wonderson a sheet just freshly torn.Create a piece so wonderous,to stand the strain of time.A collection of great colorswithout any reason, need, or rhyme.Molding a world of freedomwith the colors on a palette.The brushes may be the actorsemotions that only paint can displayA world free of pain and sorrowwill be born between the lines.Fingers dance across a keyboardpoetry shall never be confined.A broken heart is mendedwith just a dash of red.A lonely desert replenishedas the blues help it be fed.A voice is in these paintings,they sing words yet to be spoken.Bring light into the darknessfor those who have yet to be awoken.Art is refuge and expressionthe key to chains we bare.The escape from dull realityno matter how its shared.
Mirror MirrorMirror mirror on the wall,acting like you know it all.Comparing every little thing.Ruling my life like a king.Mirror mirror on the wall,making my self-esteem fall and fall.Telling me things I don't want to hear.Clouding doubt in my mind that was once clear.Mirror mirror on the wall,here I lie, here I sprawl.Can't you see what you have done?Making my mind become un-spun.