Poetry is often something we use to express feelings and emotions. So are muscial pieces, and sometimes if you are so artistically inclined, you can draw a picture.

I feel that sometimes these things are just a more accepted way to put forth a feeling in the eyes of others. To make them feel elite or put forth they have a gift with words. I dunno about the neccesity for such structured or labelled outlet for feelings. How ever, sometimes you just can't find any other way for things to come out.
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All things are made with a weakness
Inferno to the Ocean
Frost to the Flame
A Human to his pride

A phoenix will burn itself into ashes
to rise again with rekindled glory
We humans aren't blessed with such luxury.

Every strength is balanced by fault
and each fault is redeemed by the same.
But what becomes of strength turned dark?
When your infallible inner force fails
and you're pushed deeper within your walls?

With what force do you fight back with?
can others you rely on help fight your battle?
If they do, will you really win?
This battle must be won with your own army
the unstoppable might of your greatest ability as a human
Hope

When this battle rages, will you rage with it?
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giving something new a try I guess, it has been awhile since I attempted to give something a shot, i had more fun making the picture though =)

Well after 7 hours of the Anti-Christ Math, I am now feelin the effects after the whole test thing

Wait..wait..I just remembered! I am sure if you look back on my blog you will find many instances of this, but too bad, here's another.

Girls...man oh man. What's up ladies. I want to know the classes you girls take to be so sweet to the eyes. I love when I get to go from class to class and look at all the girls. There so many here at BW, or as I should now nickname it BW for...Babe-Watch. Watching people is a hobby of mine, I enjoy looking at all the smiles and styles. And the eyes, ohhh the eyes are dangerous. Throw me a sincere glance and a smile and I melt like a stick of buttah. I saw a girl today as I walked to Philosophy, who possessed a pair of powerfully stunning eyes. They were a perfect hue of blue-frost, and as I cought sight of them she gave me the the classic smile/blush. If I wasn't late for class I would have totally started a conversation. Then there is always the girl I see as I come back from Philosophy, she has what I like to call, "Carrie Eyes", Warm and Thoughtful.

When is it that we really take the time to appreciate the beauty we see around us? today is one of those days