hmm
so it's like been years since i've been on this thing and i'm now a college third year yeah!
Creativity
I am more then a black spot on a sheet of white paper… I am
I am a mass of different colors all blended together to form the purity of starlight
Alabaster skin showing off all the imperfections of a body, that Picasso would have beheld. Every blemish, scar only adds to the beauty.
I am a raven embracing the elegance midnight. Soaring through a wave of silk, laced with star lit skies
I burn with a hidden power that is just waiting to explode. To bust forth like colors on a canvas. Waiting for the painters brush to create something new!
Fairy tales in far away lands. Angels and demons with flaming swords in hand. Finishing up with dragons guarding there caves of gold. To bring back every legend till it was as real as you and me. A creature of mismatched body parts is beautiful in it’s own right and not to looked down upon for what it can not help.
I want to get way form ordinary. From the rules and conventions of everyday life. To be able to dream with my eyes wide open. And see more than this bleak existence we call life. To be more then a clone marching to the national anthem with Bush raising his hand in the perfect imitation of Hitler the new aged Nazi.
We play the parts that we are assigned
Never questioning the aspects of are stage
She is the dancer high on the rope,
But it’s a dangerous and difficult path to walk
He’s the clown with the colorful eyes and red nose
Always the one we choose when a laugh is needed to break though…
The darkness that you the villain creates
Trying to hide behind the shadows from
Me…. The hero in this sad, little game
Me fitting the look of the Dark Avengers before me
I want to dress in all blue or reds without have to fear for my life. Blues, reads, orange, yellows. There only colors so what’s the Big Fuss of whose better. Whose better when were all human and all going to die as equals anyway.
I want to be me with out people trying to plug up my creativity like I’m some Leakey damn. People should not have to fix who they are because others want them blend in to the perfect Pleasantville.
I want to be more then a block spot on a sheet of white paper. I want to be me with no stings attached. Different. unique. The next generations of Beethoven and Van go. Each as different as a finger print.
To be more then what they expect being who you want with out the fear of rejection.
I want to be a fairy dancing on the gates of hell with my mother poking the devil with a pitch fork.
Why can we not wait? Because all we want is to be real…. to be creative instead of hiding behind the norms of the picture perfect society.
Now the finally question is… who are you? A flash of all colors or just a black spot.
same rules apply...you copy i sue!
Creativity
I am more then a black spot on a sheet of white paper… I am
I am a mass of different colors all blended together to form the purity of starlight
Alabaster skin showing off all the imperfections of a body, that Picasso would have beheld. Every blemish, scar only adds to the beauty.
I am a raven embracing the elegance midnight. Soaring through a wave of silk, laced with star lit skies
I burn with a hidden power that is just waiting to explode. To bust forth like colors on a canvas. Waiting for the painters brush to create something new!
Fairy tales in far away lands. Angels and demons with flaming swords in hand. Finishing up with dragons guarding there caves of gold. To bring back every legend till it was as real as you and me. A creature of mismatched body parts is beautiful in it’s own right and not to looked down upon for what it can not help.
I want to get way form ordinary. From the rules and conventions of everyday life. To be able to dream with my eyes wide open. And see more than this bleak existence we call life. To be more then a clone marching to the national anthem with Bush raising his hand in the perfect imitation of Hitler the new aged Nazi.
We play the parts that we are assigned
Never questioning the aspects of are stage
She is the dancer high on the rope,
But it’s a dangerous and difficult path to walk
He’s the clown with the colorful eyes and red nose
Always the one we choose when a laugh is needed to break though…
The darkness that you the villain creates
Trying to hide behind the shadows from
Me…. The hero in this sad, little game
Me fitting the look of the Dark Avengers before me
I want to dress in all blue or reds without have to fear for my life. Blues, reads, orange, yellows. There only colors so what’s the Big Fuss of whose better. Whose better when were all human and all going to die as equals anyway.
I want to be me with out people trying to plug up my creativity like I’m some Leakey damn. People should not have to fix who they are because others want them blend in to the perfect Pleasantville.
I want to be more then a block spot on a sheet of white paper. I want to be me with no stings attached. Different. unique. The next generations of Beethoven and Van go. Each as different as a finger print.
To be more then what they expect being who you want with out the fear of rejection.
I want to be a fairy dancing on the gates of hell with my mother poking the devil with a pitch fork.
Why can we not wait? Because all we want is to be real…. to be creative instead of hiding behind the norms of the picture perfect society.
Now the finally question is… who are you? A flash of all colors or just a black spot.
same rules apply...you copy i sue!