

The gurl and her sonDemsha Lewis stared out her window, this is who she was. She was surprised that her whole life had been deleted and changed like a story on a computer in a matter of a week. She was pregnant for almost a year and her parents were dead. Her boyfriend raped her and was now in jail. She was 16 and she felt life had to have a rainbow waiting for her by her 18th birthday. Her baby was supposed to be a little boy, but the doctor’s figure, since her pregnancy was so long, that her kid must have died. She just knew they were trying to force into an abortion “Damn inner city clinic doctors” she thinks to herself. “You and me little one. Just you and mThe gurl and her son


HabitatShe begins to walk the lonely halls Followed by eyes, indifferent stares She knows she\'s different from the rest In the black and white world she the blue She hangs her head down as they stare more Passing what appears to be silent whispers \"Just a few more steps\" she thinks. A few more steps until she reaches a safe place A place that will change her life from this day forward \"Home\" or what is was, is too far away This is her new habitat She dries her fearful tears and steps forward to the new world to face a temporary life as The New FaceHabitat


HeartsongLike the enblazed Phoenix gliding across the sunburned sky Crying merrily to the world below I sing my heartsongHeartsong
Like the meek sparrow perched a top a sturdy oak proclaming her joys and woes I sing my heartsong
Like the mysterious eagle dominating the hidden mountain Whispering her mystical melody I sing my heartsong
It is neither fast nor slow It has no real genre Just something of pure emotion with the flying majestic creatures of the world as my chorus I sing my heartsong


Is this How all Writers startIs this how all writers start? As just Idealist scribbling ideas on the back of test? As a child from a broken home dreaming of something more than they acquire? living through the tortures of life with a small burning ember of desire? Telling stories for no one to listen? shining like stars only for no one to watch them glisten? singing a song for no one to hear?Is this How all Writers start
Is this how all writers start? Dreaming of things others find impossible? Imagining a place only they can see? thinking of worlds where they are free to just be? Visualizing a home filled with true love?
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Rest yourself in oneness with things
and all barriers will disappear"
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"Call me ishmael"
"Moby Dick"
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"Do not pursue the outer conditions
nor dwell in the inner void.
Rest yourself in oneness with things
and all barriers will disappear"
-Seng Ts’an (526-606)
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"Call me ishmael"
"Moby Dick"
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Thanks for dropping by!!
im glad i can make myself a wallpaper and that people can also enjoy them.
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A life time of f***ing things up, fixxed in one determined flash.
...did that make any sense at all?
anyway just thought i'd voice my opinion on that, because it's actually something that i've thought about in the past.
take care
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