Thank you for reminding me of what i grew up believing....


Reality Is A Bitch...REALITY IS A BITCH....Reality Is A Bitch...
Love..... True Love..... Today i no longer know what that means.... Faith... Hope.... Today i have decided to let that 'mirage' stay behind Betrayal.. Deceit... Today i realised that its the bitter poison you can taste from those you belive in the most....
Good personality Outstanding Character Today i realised that it gets less entertaining as times passes by Curves... Seductive Looks Sexiness... Today i realised that even men who claim to be in love are a slave to its existence
Promisciousity... &


Color Me A Rainbow...I am a clear body . I am a transparent soul Embodied by null, embodied by a heart barely whole I feel so empty, Not a trace of vibrant The glow of a rainbow, I am still ignorantColor Me A Rainbow...
Color me Green As I stare at your face and I see what has never been seen For like emeralds in a gold mine, glistening so joyfully A feeling of belonging, perfectly I fit .truly .
Color me Pink For my lips are automatic to a smile, if I ever stop to think Of the way your marble like eyes, caresses my very being As if the thuds of my heartbeat, your mind is obliviously


The Reality Of CinderellaWhen Prince Charming saw Cinderella, he fell in love at first sight His main aim was to do everything in his power to be with the woman that he loved He put the best aspects of his personality, hid his flaws and did everything he knew that Cinderella would like... He modified himself to be everything the man of her dreams would be Some of these qualities he possessed, some of these he made up to catch her attention...The Reality Of Cinderella
All was well and good, romance was well on the way Cinderella fell madly in love with the man of her dreams, he was everything she wanted him to be and more.... Time flew by and t


Someone to capture it.....Its almost six...in this part of the world.... The sky... a little dinch of orange on the surface of the clouds so perfect, the radiance of the sunshine escapes in jealousy.. The only thing missing in this almost perfect sunset.. is someone... Someone to capture it The rain is falling...not a downpour but a light drizzle... It falls so sensitively, jus kissing the buds of a newly blossomed rose.. The drizzle seems to care, seems to care that if it falls too hard The flowers, the trees, the bushes, the bees Would be scraped by its violence, by its roughness... Hence the reasonSomeone to capture it.....
| I remember growing up,writing essays about ourselves became quite a chore....as a result we made up stories and tales about who we are as individuals. when you're all grown up,what can you really write about yourself? Who am i? Quite a broad question.....I am still searching myself...trying to solve the mystery! all i know from an artistic point of view is, when my fingers touch my keyboard to write a piece,they're unstoppable its like magic...the words flow, I'm amazed...i used to think it was normal, but then i realized not everybody is blessed with a 'knack for words' although very common, can be a beautiful thing Much Love... Brittany |