carrie-bradshaw
New York
Writing is my way of speakin', this is my way of being me, this where I can be free and aloud to show my feelings....if you write you'll be able to give knowledge at the same time you can learn things..trying something new can build you into a better persona ..."Be Courageous and try to Write in a way that scares you a little "-holley gerth.. and i do believe that the key of being a good writer is to write...then write ..and WRITE ...so keep on writing to speak your so that maybe, ..other can hear
Dancing colors..
Playful lines...
*unique figures *..
*Things playing into your mind
Draw it into a* canvas
*Bring it some joy or sorrow
Play free with your emotion
Play with your imagination
Bring it some art
Bring it some life
That canvas of a plain white *
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 2:34 AM UTC
Different faces.
Different stories.
So many faces
with different beauty.
Barbie face..
Smokey eyes..
Red kissable lips..
Skin color so white
Beautiful Famas face
all girls
would wish they have
Pink cheeks..
Tangerine lips..
Curly eyelashes
so fine
Beautiful bubbly face
can melt a man's heart
Ashame ladies hid
their faces
Shy having pimples
or any scars
Things signifies hardwork
Tells you ,you're strong
Face that reminds you,
*the true Beauty
is inside you're heart*
Face that tells you a story of
beauty
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 2:01 AM UTC
Different faces.
Different stories.
So many faces
with different beauty.
Barbie face..
Smokey eyes..
Red kissable lips..
Skin color so white
Beautiful Famas face
all girls
would wish they have
Pink cheeks..
Tangerine lips..
Curly eyelashes
so fine
Beautiful bubbly face
can melt a man's heart
Ashame ladies hid
their faces
Shy having pimples
or any scars
Things signifies hardwork
Tells you ,you're strong
Face that reminds you,
*the true Beauty
is inside you're heart*
Face that tells you a story of beauty
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
*I want it to rain
For a thousand days
Not a gentle drizzle
A raging storm
I want to hear the thunder
I want it to pour
Lightening stretched
Over dark skies
Will open up
My tired eyes
I want to lay on the pavement
And feel the water on my skin
And maybe
Just maybe
I'll close my eyes and pretend
That I'm laying under the rain
With you again*
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
Happy.
Tough.
Wise.
Her favorite role
in an act
No one would probaby know
That she's alone, weak
and sad inside
Scared to be left
Left alone in the dark
Smile on her lips
doesn't seems to fade
..But...
signifies bittersweet lies
No one knows
when she's alone,
she cries
When the lights are off,
She's awake
*Thinking how she end up
lying*.....
..Thinking who will care for her
who'll gonna trust her
accept her
..me..
without doubt
Even though
I lied
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
Hello again Fly,
It's nice to see you so soon,
I hope you're happy.
I too am happy,
I see you're alone this time,
Is there something wrong?
No, I understand.
We don't need company to
Allow us to be.
Content.
Happy.
Sad.
How you feel is based
On what you have done for you
Isn't that right, Fly?
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 6:53 AM UTC
In just a thought
I could make a poem or even a home
Making every words blend
or taking all the chores lend
In just a thought
I could be a captain or an evil villain
Learning how to sail
Or wishing you to fail
In just a though
I could get anything I wanted
I would be anyone I dreamed off
Well, Its just a thought
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
An abrupt feeling
Ashamed to be acknowledge
But made its way through
Each loving hearts
Destructive if overrated
But a proof of true love
It would change you
Make you self conscious
And it will teach you the art of comparing
It would fill you with doubts
And questions
And in the end it would lead to fractures and cracks
That you can no longer repair
And soon everything you hold on to
Will slowly slip away
Until there's nothing left
Just because you let that
Pang of jealousy into you
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
He made a game
That no one could play
Playing with fire
With his deadly smiles
Heavenly voice
Hide the devil inside
He's a victor
But not a hero
Soon he will fall
Torn into pieces
With his silly jokes
Fascinated by beauty
He made a collection
Manipulating emotions
Like a piece of cake
No questioning
He's definitely the
Mastermind
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC