THE WAYS MY FINGERS SPEAK.

This might sound strange to a lot of peopel. My fingers seem to have a mind of IT'S own. It types and types and goes on and on about what is no concern of hers. Anyway, these are collection of words that means more to my fingers than to me. Maybe you will know what she's talking about.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

The Twist And Turn Rythm.

It is fun.
It is very fun to do.
It takes your mind way
from all that brimgs sadness.
It is what I have to be merry
when i twist and turn
to make a pretty sight all can see.

That Purple Love!!

It

Love is what we make of it.
It is what makes the world bright.
Love is a langauge of many colors.
That need not fight any wars.
It is that thing that comes so strong.
When everything else seems so wrong.
Love is a color purple.
It is what I see in you.

Adorable is what you are to me!!

When the strings come together in a clasp.
When everything good falls into its place.
We need not hear that annoying rasp,
that just keeps demanding for a space.
But we hang on to THAT that makes
everything else worth it.
An item that sticks to your mind snuggly.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

WHO I AM...

I am...
...The one that sleeps alone.
...The part of you that's gone.
...Here I am with thoughts of you.
...Angry, anxious and lonely.

I am...
...your weakest guilty desire.
...the reason behind your smile.
...the point of your happiness.
...Why everyday is brighter.
...That person that completes you.
...The conscience that pricks.

I am..
...known as the top secret.
...meant to put you aright.
...chosen to guide your ways.
...here to soothe that pain.
...around when you do it right.
...inside you all the time.

Monday, July 19, 2010

the train of thoughts

An evil mind sees no wrong in destroying a life.
Those that evil engulfs get in it totally.
It turns an angry mob into a killing one.
It makes a meek person turn into a silent killer.

An evil mind knows no error or sympathy.
It has no feeling of remorse or rethink.
If it’s hatched, the evil plan must be done.
All in its path gets consumed brutally.

No mercy for the wicked they always say.
The wicked is wicked because he has none.
So at the time he looks past the aftermath.
Its focus is mainly on the person to destroy.

The idle person is the devil’s tool of pain.
There is not time top do evil in a busy person.
But I think the evil mind gets really busy too,
So would you say his action is justified?

Doing evil brings them immediate satisfaction.
But they forget that the end justifies the mean.
When the judgment comes crashing down,
They blame the black man of the fire kingdom.

THE MIND WANDERER

There is always a start.
The start when many cry
For a clean slate.
Where all their sorrow is wiped
And all that is left
Will be a blessed emptiness.

The downfall of a man
Might not be the end
Of his whole life.
It might be an eye opener
Where to relive his life,
Becomes his only goal.

The idea of another chance
Makes many people start
To right all their wrongs.
And they quite forget
All the evil man may do
Will not seek them out.

What really makes a man?
Even when their little minds,
Is full of evil
A man that is filled with revenge
Will not be that candidate
Except he turns his life around.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

THE WORDS OF MY DREAM

I SEE BUTTERFIES IN TRANSIT.
THEY ARE MOST PRETTY FROM WHERE I SIT.
I SEE FLOWERS LIKE BUSHES
THEY ARE COLORFUL LIKE WHNE SHE BLUSHES.
I SEE CHILDREN ON THE PLAYGROUND
THE NOISE THEY MAKE IS A JOLLY SOUND
I SEE PREGNANT, HAPPY WOMEN.
THE LITTLE MOUNDS ARE CUDDLED BY THE MALE
I LOOK AROUND FOR ANOTHER MEANING
COS ALL THAT I'M OBVIOULSY SEEING
HAS NO REAL MEANING TO ME
NOR DOES IT TO THOSE AROUND, YOU SEE
MY DREAMS HAS BECOME SURREAL
A FANTASY THAT IS NO WAY REAL
BUT I'LL HOLD UNTO IT A LIL' BIT
FOR SOMETIMES, ALL HARSH REALITY HAS TO QUIT.