“Is this dream that I’m living a nightmare?
Or is this nightmare that I’m living a dream?
That is the question that we have all been asking ourselves for some time.
How can something so harmless
Cause so much pain?
A dream and a nightmare are only figments of our imagination,
Yet they feel so real.”

Her smile is the bright sun
It enchants me day by day
Never leaving her face
Never ever to be replaced

His smile is the beautiful moon
Bringing down its silver light,
Always lighting up the night,
Protecting those who need it

Who they are, I'll never know
For I saw them on the streets
But they made my day
In a special way
And that's all that really counts

How do you write a ****** mystery?
Do you add a lot of gore
Or do you make it a bore?
Is there betrayal in the plot?
Or is love simply sought?
How do you write a ****** mystery?

What about a romantic tragedy?
Is there a lot of death and decay,
Or is there a beautiful array
Where flowers can bloom,
And flowers can die,
What makes a romantic tragedy?

Sci-Fi and Fantasy comes natural to me,
It is very easy to see,
I always have ideas,
stories,
plans,
Yes Sci-Fi and Fantasy comes natural to me.

What makes a story so magical and beautiful,
Is it the love and the sorrow?
Or the hate and despair,
Or even the adventure in them?

What makes a ****** mystery?
What makes a romantic tragedy?
Of those things I shall never know.

Ever hear the saying “You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit?”
Well, it’s true.
Cherish what you get,
There is someone out there who doesn’t have it.
Love your home and family, finish your food,
There are children and adults out there who don’t have the same opportunities as you do
Most importantly,
Love who you are
Cherish what you have
Because You get what you get because someone gave it up for you

I have writer’s block,
Just so you know,
So don’t expect me to create something amazing
It probably won’t even have a purpose
You know what?
I give up!
I think I’ll just go

The stars light up the black night sky,
Their beauty never waning,
But when the sun comes to end the night,
Their beauty is ever fading

Unicorns and Fairies are rare indeed,
Demons and dragons are a sight to see,
The only thing rarer seems to be,
A human being who is without greed.