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Emily was a beautiful soul, Holding her head, she was So lost though, a myriad of Pains and woes, confidences Crushing waves as she rides The rapids of her life, asking Why's and What's and...
A short time has gone I'm had so much fun.... One month has passed Days now pass fast Near fame at last....
#acrostic Mr Glen Holland became a teacher, Reading music to dumb teenagers, oh How he wished to compose symphony Oh this school had it in for me,and Low and behold, a new born baby.
My dream is To paint life Capture it On canvas No way To say what I feel Still learning To let it out In an explosive swipe There is paint everywhere My pastels darken My water lightens My hand...
The idea in your head sparks imagination; all you can think of is how wonderful it would be. Not for one minute does the thought of how hard it will be pop into your head.
A knot I can't get rid of, Tears I'm yet to shed, This feeling hanging over me, Insecurity in my head, I just can't get rid of this feeling, I don't know how to describe, The feeling of living on a...
Searching for fortune and fame. But you don't even know my name. Just words on a empty page. Emotions of anger, happiness, joy and rage. I tell you my fears. Though sometimes I'm in tears.
My personal achievement. Within Opussia I'm believing. I'm dreaming what I'm feeling. I'm feeding what I'm seeing. One hundred poems penned. A hundred slivers of soul sent.
The runt of the pack. His brothers all so successful. But Joe is a poet. Living a life far less stressful. They call him a waif. Now they might just be sour. Because whilst they're behind desks.
Drift through the daze, Of scattered years, Cold cobweb chairs, And hairspray tears. Dance through the air, Above the ground, Vibrating light, And flashing sound.
A continuation of my last Opuss… I watch Celyn walk off into the distance, then make my way inside the theatre, sighing deeply. The last of the audience slowly push open the door and walk outside.
I'm just a writer, Expressing my thought. Writing down what's in mind. I'm just a singer, Expressing emotion. Singing whatever I find. I'm just an artist, Modeling my feelings. Trying to be kind.
So many great people I see everyday Writing their opuss In a very good way Some are so great I like to read These people are awesome Amazing indeed They spend all their time It has to be...
As a young boy, he is full of out of the ordinary and the ocean is his invisible friend And he would smile as he cried and pretended to drink sunflowers He is an artist at work with his tub of...
Do you really think that an artistic profession is forbidden to you. Are you aware of all the artists who are Virgos. There are a lot of them.
I wrote this song lyric when I was 22, when fame was a frustrating issue and good friends, few. I wrote this for someone, in return it saved me.
Going for goals in life is one of toughest things.
It's time to bring you back. Lock all the doors don't let dreams fly away. Your mind is blank, a white canvas. Your hands are soft, new brush with soul. Now close your eyes. And let it act.