When you love someone,
You'll believe a lie.
Everything could be alright.
You'll believe that you could really fly.
If you could touch the sky.
When you love someone.
And all those lonely nights fade away.
With the thought of them.
And nothing could ever change your mind.
Even the loss of everything you've got.
When you want someone, when you need someone,
You don't care about the sacrifice.
Give them everything you got, and don't think twice.
Risk it all and don't give up.
When you love someone.

With just one question on a bulletin:
Is there anyone you really can't stop thinking about?

In the darkness that overcame my mind it became the story of my mind....
They feeling flowed though my fingers, tapping along the keyboard;

"Mmm, yes. There are alot of people i can't stop thinking about.
They are on my mind each and every day of the year.
In my Mind they are the Main actors/Actresses.
They star in their own movies, the never ending movies.
They don't understand how much i worry about them.
each and everyone, it excapes their mind to know i care.
They tear me apart each day,
And don't notice because i hide it with a smile laughing i would say,' she'll be right '.
But very rarely is it right, everything goes wrong...
and unexplainable force..
its called my attitude, one of complications.
i will change the way i am one day, and i will out grow this attitude and get over myself."

+mmmmmm. :) i swear i was blushing... :S

wonderland.

This is my wonderland.
The confusion, the times i get lost.
The tricksters, they lead the way.
The people they come, they leave.
This is my wonderland.
Everything is fine with just a small kiss.
Everything falls apart with just a miss.
So this is my wonderland.
The world we live in.
Just taken from a different perspective.

+older idea's recent poem.
+summer is nearly here! :D

As the tears swell in her eyes,
She knows what happened.
She was left alone in the dark, cold world,
He said he would be there.
But in the end he wasn't.
And in the end it all comes down to,
within her boots she's shaking.

He left her alone,
When what she needed most was him.
She kept her hope,
'One day he'll be here.'
But as the days wore on,
And he didn't show,
all was left was a shell.

A shell of who she had been,
As that small inocent girl.
Now she had out grown that shell,
needed to move on.
What was left was a new girl.
Who had no hope, she gave up on that.
And with that hope, she had given up on him.

When everything was done and lost,
She had lost him.
And we have lost her.

+scary sort of thing love is.
+aw. its aladdin.

My own poem.

It was the tradgedy that shocked the world.
When they came crashing down.
The twin towers that stood side by side,
That once stood so tall.
Now no more, for that plane that crashed.
It destroyed them both, they came down.
Many lives were lost that sad sad day.
But they will live on, in our hearts they'll stay.

To the ones that were lost,
To the ones that will never be forgotten.

Music.

Transfixing the audience the music plays, everything falls silent.
The simple melody and empowering harmony.
Soft and tender the music glides through the crowd over powering our minds..
Brisk and Jumpy it bounces through out heart with every beat.
Red with love and passion the stained wood of a piano.
Smooth the moan of a chello deep and smooth with sadness it plays.
Bright and shiny the flute its happy notes play.
Tenor deep or high the unknown moods from it excape.
Black and smooth the clarinet sings its own lonley tune.

+came home from a school concert...

Hell no, we wont go.
Let the mary river flow.
Its a river, and like a river it'll flow.
Not to be restricted to a trickle.
it will flow as it wishes.
Our home, our river.
By it we stand with a passion.
Infront of our homes we stand.
Our hearts by our land.
Hell no, we wont go.

i don't know about your cows, but mine don't swim.
this dam will be a swamp.
us gympie people don't believe in throwing in the towl.

--i may not live near the site of the propsed traveston dam, but oh well....
those families hold strong, and just because to government doesn't care for gympie as much as other places doesn't mean a damn thing.

Passion: -noun
1. any powerful or compelling emotion or feeling, as love or hate.

+

Running through the veins.
The heart pumps it around the body.
Like blood it flows as a stream.
This is called passion.
Drives us to our feet.
Or crushes us to our knees.
Either way it is part of us.
Compelling our every action in life.

+

Omgsh! i actually took this picture on my run away. :O
xD

---A poem i wrote in art... its kinda ruff, not really good. :(

Happiness is a soul,
Running from darkness,
Hideing from shadows.
It leads a life in the light.
Keeping ahead, rarely falling behind.
When i friend falls its always there to help.
Some people detest happiness.
But its always there, even the smallest amout.
No matter whether you like it or not.
I'm gonna smile for you sweetie.

~Atra guliä un ilian tauthr ono un atra ono waìse sköliro fra rauthr.

---I'm in a pretty poetic mood right now, when i should be doing art assignment. :P

The smile on your face
Lets me know that you need me
is the warming summer sun to me.
illuminating your face.
brightening every shaded corner.
When you smile i cn't help but smile with you.

There's a truth in your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
it holds me still, intranced in you eyes.
amazing and deep i see the sunlight creep through them.

The touch of your hand
Says you'll catch me if ever I fall
When i leave this track you'll pull me back.
Comforts my restless mind.
Is all i need to stop me breathing.

You say it best
When you say nothing at all.
Its the quiet times we share that i learn the most.
To know that this silence isn't awkward,
just relaxing.

No matter what i'll stick by you.