Would that be a Good Match?

One day, I was walking down a long narrow path in the jungle, with nothing on my feet.

The ground felt like mud, but it was made of dirt. But it was purple dirt.

It was like looking at the ground and seeing it brown, well, picture it purple....

each step i took left a green footprint

the trees were yellow, and as a matter of fact,

everything that was usually green was now yellow.

Bright yellow

and then everything I would bump into or touch would turn blue with clouds.

the sky was orange with black birds flying around, and in the distance I could see this mountain coming up.

And it seemed like the closer I got, the worse the smell became.

after a quick sprint, I was there, and I touched this mountain,.. and I realized it was a big piece of shit.....

my first thought was,.... Paul Bunyon,... but then reality slapped me around and I knew,... it was the jolly white giant, taking a squat on the jungle floor.

Well,... i proceeded down my little path not knowing what I would find, and not really prepared to encounter anything being since I had no cloths on.

and no bag of tricks.

but that didn't slow me down, I kept marching on, and what did I see but the most handsome guyl I had ever seen!

everything was properly placed, however, there was only one drawback,

he was Pink!!!!

I thought,.... would that be a good match?

Pink and Gold

you see

i was gold....welll

we touched and looked and smiled..

because we did matched.. or.. did we?

you see

love can be any color it wants to be

so now i had a firend to walk the rest of the journey with

and his name was PINK Jelly!

pINK Jelly was real cool.

He could hold his breath and change colors,

 sometimes he was know as Psycho Jelly, Or psychedelic color guy!!!!

any ways..

that was one of his many talents. It was nice having PINK Jelly along for the ride,

although we would rarely talk.

we would spit color on each other and stare at what we spit.

There was this one time PINK jelly was getting kind of cold,

so I spit some red on him and warmed him up!

That made me feel real good inside,

knowing that I helped PINK Jelly stay warm.

I had the biggest Golden Smile for the rest of the day

as we continued

to walk down

the wondeful purple path

Holding Hands!!!!

My Most Love Place

Guess where? ----- > My most love place in this entirely scarry-funny-amazing planet.:D

----> the moment i press the doorknob's lock, i feel that I am separated from the harsh reality of the world outside. I find myself a light year away from my Fears. I find peace. It gives me a sense of security to dig the deepest part of my humanity, and the fact that I am not just another specimen of this material world. It is the place where I come to fashion my finest craft. I can be a dancer. A rock star. A stage actress being applauded by people who I truly love. I sing like there's no tomorrow. I create the most impossible. I am extra-ordinary. I am loved. I am a princess. For a moment , I see the DEAD right me in the dampened mirror. The only place where I confess my weaknesses, my elucidation. For I know no ones gonna see me. No eyes will judge me. Nobody can tell that I am wrong. I cry. I scream. At times, I would hurt myself with a shampoo container, and no one would dare say that I am out of sanity. I would wipe each piece of marbled tiles. Make it clean, secure all the dirt's out until it's white again , leaving not a single stain, I would bump my head. Feel its coldness. Whimper like a lost child. Play with the water. Embrace myself. Dry myself. Sigh in a deepest grin. Close my eyes for a second and unlock myself back to reality. Pretend that I'm happy, that i am contented. Believe that I know what love is. Start deeming again in to fairy tales. I am an angel Who lost my wings and is save by a broomstick. I am a witch. And I don't hate eating apple.

I fell Inlove

i fell in love with dreaming

i have a dream to get onto those stars and the moon

that illuminates the dark night sky

i love star gazing.i am happy every time i see them scattered

but i used to dream to be an astronaut

i have a dream to be a performer on stage

i am interested in experiencing the challenge of playing roles

but i used to dream as a theater actress

i have a dream to express my inner self through literature

but i used to dream to be a writer

i have the dream to experience the northern sky lights

but i used to dream to be a meteorologist

i have the dream of capturing priceless moments

but i used to dream to be a professional photographer and have a modeling career at the same time

i have the dream to visit the continent of africa

i'd like to experience the wild

but i used to dream as a host in animal planet

i have the dream to create the music that can glorify His name

i have singing as part of my system

but i used to dream to be composer and a singer

i have the dream to be an artist

but never will i say i used to dream that

i want to learn to play the piano ever since

i want to be a designer because i love to play with shapes

but i used to dream to achieve my self fulfillment in every aspect of relationships in my life

It's Just illusions

Days were more of an illusionary enigma

uncertain of the haft-anticipated moment

to see you standing at the door

smiling

stop this heart from missing,

so that the agony won't resurrect

and the hemorrhage would come to a halt;

no more anguish, no more desolation and melancholy.

but I thrive in pain's seclusion

because it would be more soothing

to feel that way,to never understand

Why things are what they seem.

Let me give you breath,

so I can celebrate in the pounding of your heart.

Let me give you voice,

so I can hear you speak.

Let me give you life,

So I can see your colors once more.

Let me bathe into the wisp of sunshine you bring,

so that my childhood will forever play.

In your arms that once hold such frailty.

Let me snatch your soul

From the eternity you now dwell in.

Let me embrace you, Daddy

So I can cry freely...

So I can tell you how this longing kills me...

Sealed Yesterday

As I sit alone

With the warm sun on my back

I realize something’s missing

A part of me which lacks.

Could it be the trees,

Reaching for the sky?

Or could it be the children,

Walking home, who pass me by?

Perhaps, I miss the birds,

Chirping sweetly above my head?

All I feel is restlessness

A part of me is dead.

I know now what it is.

Now I realize what is wrong.

It’s the feeling, they call solitude,

All the memories are gone.

Of course I know,

That as I grow,

I have to make my way,

I must plot a different course,

To go by everyday.

I always thought for us

Would be round,

Just like the moon

But you see,

I am not ready,

For it all to end so soon.

I miss those happy laughter,

Floating on the wind.

I miss the many secrets,

That circulate within.