My writtings

[Ice Flower]

Sometimes I think that all the people in this world have of book of their own. what I mean is they have a book about them self’s written by a unknown writer. Some stories (life’s) are sad and romantic and others and dull and filled with nothing. Others have drama or very happy and perfect life’s that don't seem very nice either, in each story there is only one hero and one loser the hero of my story can be myself or another very kind person I can be the bad guy or the hero it only depends on what I do which road I decide and how I create a character named me. All these thoughts sometimes makes me feel silly and I say to myself that it’s just stupid but surly it's true just to true that no one likes to believe.

"Be the hero if you can"



all writtings belong to me no stealing

[Ice Flower]

My picture sets
On the wall over there
With a silver frame
that i think it's sheer
In my picture I'm laughing so glad
to the world outside that seems
so sad
My ruby red dress is so odd
compared to the miserable world
covered with fog
I shine as ruby in the darkest cave
shining with pride
and for a moment i seem brave

[Ice Flower]

every time we listen to some ones problems in our minds we are happy for not having that problem but when something bad happens to us we ask 'why?' the next time this happens and the next time you see some one that has cancer ask your self 'why wasn't it me?'

[Ice Flower]

where the star stands so high
the world seems so small
and the place where he lives
is better than all
but some times
somethings
like the feeling of greed
makes the star have a scary new need
it wants to see what goes on ground
forgetting mother suns sound
that tells him or her
to stay in the sky
the little star
burns and turns dark
and when its on ground
its just a piece of old bark
and then it's time to say good bye
with what he had
and turn blue and sad

[Ice Flower]

IN THE BLACK SKY OF MY HART

in the black sky of my hart where the birds rarely fly
the sun never comes up
so the plants always die
people pass like dark shadows
as the mighty wind runs and blows
they walk so slow
they even don't know where to go
with sad faces looking down
all there life is black and brown
but when you came you where a flame
you drew the sun
and made the clouds rain
the plants grew green
the people laughed
the wind was still
there where no ill
well don't go my love you where the lighting dove

[Ice Flower]