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themes Guestbook shyangel12 (11 years ago)Music to me can be loud like thunder in my head music to me can be soft that draws me to my bed music to me is life music to me is strong music to me makes me feel like I can do no wrong music makes you full of sorrow or it makes you full of joy music makes a better tomorrow or makes you awfully coy music makes you fearless music makes you tearless music can make you a star music to me is when you see who you really are shyangel12 (11 years ago)Food Food Food All are here for food All evolve from food All act for food All think about food. All know no food No existence. Food come from rain Rain ensues from sacrifice Sacrifice rooted In prescribed action Prescribed action Originate from knowledge Knowledge proceed from you You my dear not destructible. So long as you are there Food is there You are all pervading You are infinite I the finite Long for you Through the food Supplied to me Only by you And the food Itself you. shyangel12 (11 years ago)In the bright sunny day My eye’s make a flower their pray A flower that has indeed crossed The boundaries of the lost beauty in flowers A flower which has a very pleasant View and answer you’re eyes like Looking at a creasant in the dark sky This flowers behavior is utmost Majestic and generous and it Has the most delightful look Like looking at a sunset hill This flower is known as The sun flower shyangel12 (11 years ago)my little ray of sunshine waiting on my desk for my hand to write words my little ray of sunshine points to pen & paper 'Ok...ok! ' I say today no ray my desk empty of sunshine & words my little ray of sunshine playing upon my desk searching for words my little ray of sunshine scolds me my lack of words I turn my little ray of sunshine into words my little ray of sunshine looks at itself in words smiles shyangel12 (11 years ago)A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek: A secret message, just for me to share; To take to heart but never dare to speak About or presuppose to other eyes Your open feelings – distant though they are. And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise: A flake of snow returned from me afar. shyangel12 (11 years ago)I smile with whom i like.. I cry for whom i care.. I share with whom i really like.. I laugh with whom i enjoy.. I care only for those whom i never want to loose.. shyangel12 (11 years ago)Enjoy the little things in life. For one day you'll look back and realize They were the big things. | |