Upon first glance, the nature scene seemed perfectly serene with nothing out of place. It could have been a painting, really, with the soft moonlight shining down through the trees and onto the water's calm surface. Not a sound could be heard aside from the gentle splashing of
Music is a thing that soothes my soul, It somehow completes me, makes me whol, When life kicks me and I don’t know what to do, I reach for my CD player and turn up the tune, Soon my problems are gone and my thoughts are clear, After listening
I carry a notebook with me all the time, In case I am thinking and come up with a rhyme, You see I like to write things every now and again, Instead of voicing me thoughts I write them down with my pen, Sometimes people won’t give me the
Purity’s a subject which I’ll try and define, I’ll try to be brief – yet I’ll do it in rhyme, Purity can be symbolized with a number of things, Some people use bracelets, others pennants or rings, However something I think most people today miss, Amongst all
I sit quietly in the room, awaiting the meeting, Hoping to serve my purpose or risk a beating, The people all enter in their clamorous ways, Some pausing to stare, others still in a daze, After a noisy discourse they all take their seat, Their talking continues, though it never
What can you say, and how can you describe a very special person? How can you explain their traits to someone who doesn’t know them? Someone who’s always been there when you’re in a tight position, Someone who is constantly helping and always ready to listen, A