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Tuesday, May 27, 2014

"Writing For Me"

When I write I am free. When I write , I write for me. Satisfaction of a rhyming line. Knowing there me. Knowing there mine. Take me away to the dark side of the moon. Or a warm and breezy day in the middle of June. Sailing away on the ocean tide. Feeling warm and safe inside. No one there to bother me. Or tell me who I should be. I am a king ,a hero or a little boy. Anything that brings me joy. I can take a magic carpet ride. I can be seen or I can hide. I can climb a mountain or fish in a lake I can just be me and not be fake. And I really don't care if anyone sees. Because when I'm writing I'm writing for me

Friday, May 16, 2014

"The Friendship of the Rose and it's Thorns"

When looking at a rose
The flower is the beauty
The thorns look ugly and cause pain
But there is beauty in the thorns
They protect the rose
They sacrifice there self
And they don't care what people
May think of them
They let the beauty of the flower
Shine in all it's glory
Th fragile flower depends on the thorns
For protection
Because without them the flower may never bloom
Kind of like a faithful and undying friendship
I think this was Gods plan when he created the rose
I think he would want us to see
The whole beauty of the rose
And not just the flower
And I think he would want us to see
That beauty can be seen in everything
Just like the friendship of the rose and it's thorns
But we must take the time to see what he wants us to see