The Artist's CallThis is the Artist's Call:The girl who can paint the world.The man who can wield a pen.The lady who can sketch any face.The boy who stares at the clouds.This is the Artist's Call
Calling all painters, sketchers, and writers!Calling all actors, singers, and dancers!Come to me brethren, Brothers in Arms!Come to me artists in all shape and form!This is the Artist's Call:We will rule the world!We influence its people!We will rule the world!This is the Artist's Call:Free yourselves and fight!The pen is much mightier than the sword!We will rule the world!We will rule the world!Calling all Artists
This s the Artist's Call!
The Artist - for EddyThe Artist pens his way through paperSlowly creating worldsNone have ever heard of.He creates patterns Intricate patterns That swirl through parchmentCreating rainbows and starsAnd thoughts and dreams.The Artist puts his life into his workGiving them feelingAnd giving them breath.He gives them his soulHis heartAnd his mindAnd locks them all awayInto pieces of paper.The Artist gives away his workTo friendsTo familyTo peers.He gives them an essenceOf his very heart and soulAnd they lock it awayInto a cupboard
Locking away his soul.The Artist gives himself awayTo people he can trust with his life.
Sincerely, Me - for MumI'm writing you this letterFrom the bottom of my heartThis is my little presentIt's even better than a card!You brought me into this lifeAnd promised to love and to careFrom my first moments of lifeYou were always thereYou were the first word I knewYeah, that word was 'Ma'.I could even say itWay before I could say 'Da'!You were there at every playEvery race and every school.You were there for every tearEven when I acted the fool!So mum this is my messageIt's my way of keeping you nearI hope it's enough to showThat to me you are so dear.This is the last thing I'm going to sayI really love you, you see.Have a great day, MumI love you.Sincerely, Me.
RitualSun beat down on the parading priests.As they trudged towards the temple.Carrying their prey towards its Death.It bleated in fear,Eyes wide and scaredAs they carried it towards its Death.They killed the silence with cries to their Gods.They killed the sunlight with a covering above.Then they turned to their prey and stuck with Death.Soaking it in blood,Rock floors filled with bloodAs they struck it with cruel Death.
Poem for A Brother"So," you said"It's time for me to go."Your bags were packedYour life was setYou flew away from our safe nest.I know it's not the endAnd I know you'll still come aroundBut truth isBrotherI really miss you.I wish it wasn't so hardTo have to say 'goodbye';And I hope you knowI'm happy for you
But I don't want to miss you.It won't be the sameTo wake up in the morningAnd not find you thereBleary eyed and doped,Waiting to use the bathroom;Walking into the bathroomAfter you used itAnd smelling your perfume;Hearing you belt out songsOff-key and without a care,Or laughing your deep, happy laugh;Watching you be happyOver some stupid football gameWhile stuffing your face;Hearing the key turnAt two in the morningWhen you came back from a night out;But most of all I'll missWalking into your roomAnd just looking at you,Just knowing that you're next door.I'll miss youBrother,And it's gonna be hardTo lock the door tonightWithout you inside the house.I love
Friendship for the SummerSummer
Every time I hear that word I can't help but sigh
Our friendship was like summer
With our faces facing out to the seaAnd the sun beating down hard on usAnd our bodies glistening with sea waterOr maybe sweat from the heatAnd laughs ringing outAnd jokes on our lipsAnd countless pictures to boast ofAnd embraces to rememberAnd looks that said nothingOr maybe everythingAnd conversations that meant nothing
Our friendship was meant to last
Then the Winter came
Winter came and tore us apartHe was arrogantHe was selfishHe took you awayAnd you became like him
You were arrogantYou were selfishI never knew a Winter so bitterOr a heart so cold.And even though I knowThat Summer will come again That you will change again I can't help but feelYou're not coming back
And even if you doI will never take you back
Not a SupermanI can resist your pain.I can fly, soaring, surveying,The world beneath me.I am invincible.I can save your world,Not mine, mine's too broken,It's too late. But I canSave your world.I have the worldOn my shoulders: everything,The joy and the pain.I carry it all.I am strong enough.I can take anything you throw,No matter how bigI can fight it.But I, understand thatI am no super man.I may want to save youBut I am not your super man.
I Hate This PoemI always write with thoughts of youNo other way around that fact.My inspiration's clouded latelyAnd I feel like I'm losing my touch.So to clear my head from thoughts of youI grabbed this paperAnd cleared things through.The words from the pen come easily.My hands have a mind of their own.And when I'm done with this poemI'll just go back to thinking again.I hate this poem and all the words.I hate how it doesn't even rhyme.I hate the fact it's so damn trueAnd I hate the fact it's written for you.I hate this poem so damn much.It makes me want to be sick
I hate the fact that every word is true'Coz every word is written for you.I hate this poem with a passion to bootAnd I'll never get why I wrote it anyway!But the fact still remainsThat every word is trueAnd I hate this poem'Coz I wrote it for you.One day I'll realizeWhy I wrote this poemWith you on my mindAnd no one else
But for now I'll just admitWith passion in the words:I hate this poem 'coz every
Why does it rain?Why does it rain?People say that it rains whenThe world's water is evaporatedAnd goes through a complicatedProcess. And falls to the earth as rain drops.I say there is a deeper reason.You see the sun, shining above?It sees us everyday. It getsTired of watching us be idiots:Destroying the world.Killing everything.Living in despair.It needs a break, the sun.So it calls in its friends, theRain clouds, who don't reallySee Earth as often as theSun.And when they see the EarthAnd the despair we live inAnd the trouble we causeAnd everything bad we do
And they get so overwhelmed
That they cry
And that is why it rains.They cry thinking their tearsHeal. They cry to regrow treesAnd give people waterAnd help us.But every time it rains weJust complain. So the SunComes back and we complainMore. And the sun makes usAngry and we're never pleased.That is why it rains
'Coz rain drops are like dew drops
They are God's tears for his children.