Have that drive
Be willing to succeed
You can travel sky high
Continue to do that good deed
Empower your world
Brighten your spirit
You can be that conqueror
Do not ever quit

there once was a dream
            i had set out for me


            of the                            and fall                  pen or
        waves   ocean              rise   constantly     my       the
      the             would      fall             with      of               swoosh
where                  rise and                    the flick                    of my brush

i made words into art
or art into words
for everyone to see

now i only make it for me

                                     see        but
                                 world               i
                                    the              will
     ­                                        let
how i can create pictures
without touching a brush
and how i can
truly go from
                         f                                                 up
                         a                                                  g
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                         l                                                   i        
                         i                                                   s            
                         n                                                  i             ­     
                         g                                                  r
            ­        down                     to

Magnify your attitude
Always see the good in everything
Fill your heart with gladness
And see the joy that you would bring
Sunshine and happiness
Appear accordingly
Continue to give it your all
Enshrine your world respectively

The sky is crying.
It’s shedding tears of loneliness and sorrow.
Puddles of its feelings have formed on the ground.
While kids with red boots trample all over them.

I’m probably a bad person.
Since I enjoy its weeping.
But I cannot help it.
I find it to be cathartic.
The brightest colors turn opaque.
While a place that was once silent fills with the sound of loud whimper.  
Its tears make me forget my own.
As the clouds roar in pain while being consoled by the cold wind.

But its no use.
The sky wants to shed some tears tonight.
And with every drop,
Every sob.
I can feel the sky,
getting vulnerable for everyone to see.
Being able to expose everything.
Anytime.
Doing it in pain yet gracefully.
Isn’t that just beautiful.