How complex my thoughts can be.
They swirl around and around in my head, never giving me a moment's peace.
I can never, never get away from them.
They fill my head.
I despise the word "thoughless" for I will never be so.
Crows
The crows in the park fly so high
They seem to be lost in the sky
I look up in awe
As they all start to caw
Then one of 'em poops in my eye!
Out of Tune
The green, juicy worm crawled along
As he did he sang such a sweet song
Then a bird fluttered down
And bonked him on his crown
Now all of his notes are quite wrong.
"Winter is coming!" whisper the trees.
"Winter is coming, coming, coming!" echo the mountains.
All of a sudden the snow is falling,
across the sky with the dull grey clouds.
"Winter is near!" warns an almost frozen brook.
Snow is settling on the village, giving it a cozy air.
Down fall the snowflakes in every different size and shape.
A child's laugh echos in the mountains.
"Winter has come at last" whisper nature
"Winter is here!"
Walking down the path to the old stone manor you might have thought you heard mice squeaking with pleasure over the sunny cloudless day. But no, the mice you would have heard were simply two best friends sharing secrets. If you had stopped to listen, you would have heard this conversation unfolding.
"Go on I dare you!" whispered Sarah teasing the other girl with her eyes.
"I dunno, Sarah. Nobody's been in that house for years, its probably not safe." replied Steph. The two girls had been discussing the old house that loomed up ominously before them. It contradicted its sunny, cloudless surroundings entirely.
"But think of how much valuab
The rosy fingers of the tropical sun gently reached through the doorway of my leafy haven and stirred me from a restless sleep. As I put off the moment that I would have to get up and start living again, the morning shrieks and warbles of the local wildlife assaulted my ears and made it impossible to keep my eyes closed any longer. The sound of the ocean was close and soothing and the sight of it greeted me as I awoke. Far off, I could see the reef breaking the sea into tiny fragments of white foam.
It was my second day in the tropical prison and already I bore the sun's damaging mark. I stumbled through the warm sand to wash my face in the
Have you heard of a place that's named Crystal Cove
Right next to Shining Sea.
If you ever do think about going there soon,
Take a sail boat and fly on the breeze.
When you arrive you will see right away,
That this isn't just any old cove,
For the fish are like sparkling rainbows,
And the sea birds a deap shade of mauve.
There are graceful white swans,
And clumsy old turtles,
Grasshoppers and rabbits all 'round,
And if you look close and don't shout aloud,
You will see that a shimmering mermaid you've found.
If you sit on a cliff that is high above shore,
With a blanket and two other friends,
You will see that at last and witho
The sun shone down out of a clear blue sky, browning the tops of the long prairie grasses. A small prairie chicken skittered out of the grass and onto the path. Way off in the distance I could see the small grove of poplar trees which provided the only patch of shade for miles around.
I kept walking. Evetually, I came to the bend in the path that led up the gently sloping rock face that jutted out of the ground near our village. The surface was smooth and worn from the many feet that had passed over it.
Finally, I reached the top point and looked down on the dancing grasses. Except for the dark shadow of the trees on the horizon
-Isn't anybody out there
Just like me
Alone and afraid of lifes uncertainties
-Can't anybody help me
Just need one friend
To see me safely to the end
-Doesn't any body see me
I'm cowering, useless and afraid
-In a life that's one big charade
Feeling I just can't make the grade
Sometimes I think I can't go on
Sometimes I think all hope is gone
I need a rest one tiny break
From all the fear and all the hate
-My childhood eyes are fading fast
Suddenly the world seems so vast,
unfriendly places
Full of less than happy faces
Learing at me from all sides
Until I want to scream and hide
No more happy family,
But only relying on
-Isn't anybody out there
Just like me
Alone and afraid of lifes uncertainties
-Can't anybody help me
Just need one friend
To see me safely to the end
-Doesn't any body see me
I'm cowering, useless and afraid
-In a life that's one big charade
Feeling I just can't make the grade
Sometimes I think I can't go on
Sometimes I think all hope is gone
I need a rest one tiny break
From all the fear and all the hate
-My childhood eyes are fading fast
Suddenly the world seems so vast,
unfriendly places
Full of less than happy faces
Learing at me from all sides
Until I want to scream and hide
No more happy family,
But only relying on
The sun shone down out of a clear blue sky, browning the tops of the long prairie grasses. A small prairie chicken skittered out of the grass and onto the path. Way off in the distance I could see the small grove of poplar trees which provided the only patch of shade for miles around.
I kept walking. Evetually, I came to the bend in the path that led up the gently sloping rock face that jutted out of the ground near our village. The surface was smooth and worn from the many feet that had passed over it.
Finally, I reached the top point and looked down on the dancing grasses. Except for the dark shadow of the trees on the horizon
Have you heard of a place that's named Crystal Cove
Right next to Shining Sea.
If you ever do think about going there soon,
Take a sail boat and fly on the breeze.
When you arrive you will see right away,
That this isn't just any old cove,
For the fish are like sparkling rainbows,
And the sea birds a deap shade of mauve.
There are graceful white swans,
And clumsy old turtles,
Grasshoppers and rabbits all 'round,
And if you look close and don't shout aloud,
You will see that a shimmering mermaid you've found.
If you sit on a cliff that is high above shore,
With a blanket and two other friends,
You will see that at last and witho
The rosy fingers of the tropical sun gently reached through the doorway of my leafy haven and stirred me from a restless sleep. As I put off the moment that I would have to get up and start living again, the morning shrieks and warbles of the local wildlife assaulted my ears and made it impossible to keep my eyes closed any longer. The sound of the ocean was close and soothing and the sight of it greeted me as I awoke. Far off, I could see the reef breaking the sea into tiny fragments of white foam.
It was my second day in the tropical prison and already I bore the sun's damaging mark. I stumbled through the warm sand to wash my face in the
Walking down the path to the old stone manor you might have thought you heard mice squeaking with pleasure over the sunny cloudless day. But no, the mice you would have heard were simply two best friends sharing secrets. If you had stopped to listen, you would have heard this conversation unfolding.
"Go on I dare you!" whispered Sarah teasing the other girl with her eyes.
"I dunno, Sarah. Nobody's been in that house for years, its probably not safe." replied Steph. The two girls had been discussing the old house that loomed up ominously before them. It contradicted its sunny, cloudless surroundings entirely.
"But think of how much valuab
"Winter is coming!" whisper the trees.
"Winter is coming, coming, coming!" echo the mountains.
All of a sudden the snow is falling,
across the sky with the dull grey clouds.
"Winter is near!" warns an almost frozen brook.
Snow is settling on the village, giving it a cozy air.
Down fall the snowflakes in every different size and shape.
A child's laugh echos in the mountains.
"Winter has come at last" whisper nature
"Winter is here!"
Crows
The crows in the park fly so high
They seem to be lost in the sky
I look up in awe
As they all start to caw
Then one of 'em poops in my eye!
Out of Tune
The green, juicy worm crawled along
As he did he sang such a sweet song
Then a bird fluttered down
And bonked him on his crown
Now all of his notes are quite wrong.
How complex my thoughts can be.
They swirl around and around in my head, never giving me a moment's peace.
I can never, never get away from them.
They fill my head.
I despise the word "thoughless" for I will never be so.
The rosy fingers of the tropical sun gently reached through the doorway of my leafy haven and stirred me from a restless sleep. As I put off the moment that I would have to get up and start living again, the morning shrieks and warbles of the local wildlife assaulted my ears and made it impossible to keep my eyes closed any longer. The sound of the ocean was close and soothing and the sight of it greeted me as I awoke. Far off, I could see the reef breaking the sea into tiny fragments of white foam.
It was my second day in the tropical prison and already I bore the sun's damaging mark. I stumbled through the warm sand to wash my face in the
Current Residence: Harefield Favourite genre of music: Everything except country Favourite photographer: invisible-faerie (deviant) Favourite style of art: Fantasy Favourite cartoon character: The guy from "Zits"
Favourite Visual Artist
Robert Bateman
Favourite Movies
Phantom of the Opera, Donnie Darko
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Evanescence, Franz Ferdinand, Postal Service, Mike Kuehn (www.mikekuehn.ca, Coldplay,Oscar Peternson
I have this document on my computor in which I write down all my thoughts (or try to) no matter how crazy they are. Comments please!:
I suppose that this is the equivalent of talking to myself except it is so limited. Thoughts use many things to describe a persons…well…thoughts. Words are just words. People say that there is power to a written word, but if that is true (and I assure you that it is to some extent) then the power of human thought is even greater. At times I have tried to put my thoughts into words and completely and utterly failed. People who think they can put their true and complete thoughts into words obviously ar
I have this document on my computor in which I write down all my thoughts no matter how crazy they are. I was reading it recently and I came upon this entry and even though the thought kind of wore off it seems to be returning to me now. Comments please!:
I'm so confused. When I actually think about it I'm not sure about ANYTHING! Everything I've ever "known" and believed is falling apart. I used to be so safe and oblivious to everything. I have no idea what to believe and what not to believe. Is there really such thing as outer space, because now that I think about it that whole concept is terrifying and yet totally unbelievable. Everything
Well so far I only have two page views which is not surprising considering I don't have any art posted. I don't plan to post any art on this site, my account is only for the purpose of critiquing other's art and browsing and so on. Its also nice because no one knows who I am and I can say absolutely anything I want.