232 Words - To say Thank youHello. I just wanted to talk you today about the things in life that make you happy. The things you are grateful for. There are probably a lot of things you are grateful for. Family, friends, boyfriends and girlfriends…and wives and husbands and relationships that hold you strong.These people can be the reason that you have beautiful memories. Memories you can treasure for the rest of your life. The memories don’t have to be physical, like photos and presents or things you shared. They could just be in your head, memories of times you shared, happiness that creates a smile on your face.Do you ever take a moment out to say “Thank you” to these people? Most of the time, you probably don’t. But inside, I know, I am grateful for the strong relationships I have with people. Especially one person in particular. She knows who she is.Every day, every moment in time, every smile that they give you. Don’t forget to thank them. You can do it without words,
Still an Artist.Each day that passesMakes me realises howINVISIBLEI am.Everything I do isPOINTLESS.It makes me want to...Every day I'm hereI feel like I'm NOTHING.To the people out here.Whats the point?I want to be here.I want to be seen, noticed.But, I am simply an author.Yet, I am still anARTIST.
DangerCurled into a ballWaiting for his returnI don't know when he'll strike next,but I know its inevitable, he will come for me.I want to tell someone, but I don't know where to start.I am afraid of what he'll do to me if I do. I just want to be free, not frightened of this man,my mother, she loves him tells me "Give him another chance"I can't sleep at night, not since he joined inDouble lines on that strip, he may me swear not to tell,He'll run away with me some day, but I don't want to go,I want to stay with Mother and tell her everything I know. He'll go to prison for what he did to me, I promise I'll be by her side,As long as the danger leaves me.
CaptureCamera in my hands, rather than my eyes.Subject mine to choose,rather than someone choose me.Ideas mine to take,rather than they tell me what to do.Capture what is mine,rather than my body.I'd rather be behind the camera,than in front.I'd rather be the photographer,than the model.I know what I am,not that I'm afraid.I have to be brave,and let my hands capture each moment.
Beautiful DreamsBeautiful dreams while you sleepEvery morning leaving you smilingAs you wakeUnder the covers of your warm bed until they come andTurf you out.“It’s time to get up!” They shout. Finally, when the day is up, you can return to your bed,Under your coversLoving the warmth and relaxation of those beautiful dreams.Dreaming so softly,Remembering your dayEvery second, every minute, every hour you’reAsleep, the beautiful dreams inside of yourMind cannot be disturbed until you wake,Surprised, remembering nothing of theseBeautiful Dreams.
AuraStare at it, almost.Concentrate a different part of your eyesight into the object. Eventually, it will show itself to you. The coloured glow on everything object, living or inanimate. For some people, it will take some training. For others, its instant, like turning on a switch. I'm the latter. I didn't know a point in time when I didn't see them. Of course, a younger version of myself didn't understand what these colours were, or why I could see them around my teachers when I was bored, when their endless talking was replaced by my pure curiousity. That's problem what started this whole thing off. My curiousity, my desire to know things, my need to look into it more, to understand it. I found a book at the library and borrowed it. I must've had it for 3 months, renewing it each time, before I eventually bought it, regardless of the strange look from my father. He didn't understand. Neither of them do. That doesn't matter. What matters is that I know