Sunday, August 31, 2008
Gone
Sometimes, once you let go of something
You can never get it back
You can only watch it drift further and further
Thats why one should always be
Contented with what you have
Do not wish for much
Do not miss much.
Posted by Prisc at 8:13 PM
Friday, August 29, 2008
Cherry Tree
I was surfing the net
When I saw this breathtaking picture
And suddenly, all the threads that tied me to the world
Broke away
And I couldn't tear my eyes away from
That little piece of perfect beauty.
Posted by Prisc at 10:53 PM
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Cute
Cute things make me warm and fuzzy~
Posted by Prisc at 8:18 PM
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Rain
I love waking up to a cold, cold morning
and hearing a pattering against my window
knowing that it's freezing cold outside
but warmth surrounds me
under the blanket where I hide
I love listening to the singing of the wind
and the beating of droplets against the ground
smelling that familiar smell
that hangs sweetly in the air
I love waking up to the rain outside
and knowing I can snuggle a little longer.
Posted by Prisc at 4:40 PM
Monday, August 25, 2008
Broken
I know I did the right thing,
but it's hurting in my heart.
Posted by Prisc at 10:28 PM
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Sweetness
No one ever told me... love was so sweet.
Posted by Prisc at 12:16 PM
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Education
Education would be so much more effective if its purpose were to ensure that by the time they leave school every boy and girl should know how much they don't know, and be imbued with a lifelong desire to know it.
- Sir William Haley
- Sir William Haley
Posted by Prisc at 6:38 PM
Monday, August 18, 2008
Colours
There are not enough colours to colour my world...
Not enough colours to mix and match,
Not enough colours to fill the spaces.
The world through my eyes,
Is a brilliant array of colours that don't exist.
Posted by Prisc at 1:49 PM
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Beautiful
Beautiful- Christina Aguilera
Every day is so wonderful
And suddenly, it's hard to breath
Now and then, I get insecure
From all the pain, I'm so ashamed
I am beautiful
No matter what they say
Words can't bring me down
I am beautiful
In every single way
Yes, words can't bring me down, no
So don't you bring me down today
Posted by Prisc at 9:19 PM
What doesn't kill you
"What doesn't KILL you,
makes you STRONGER"
The person who said this is obviously an IDIOT and has never experienced REAL life.
Please, open your eyes, man.
Posted by Prisc at 1:49 PM
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Taking a break from life
Sometimes, I just feel like
Taking a break,
Stepping back from the rush of life,
Lying down and simply breathing.
To not think about anything, not worry about stuff.
To be able to lie silently,
And smile a sweet genuine smile.
To quietly observe from a distance,
To fall away from time,
To go to a place frozen,
Where nothing ever changes.
Just for awhile.
But ofcourse, I'll come back.
Just give me another few minutes...
Just another few...
Posted by Prisc at 5:22 PM
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Dream
You see things and you say ‘Why?’
But I dream things that never were and I say ‘Why not?’
- George Bernard Shaw
Posted by Prisc at 4:09 PM
Blue room
Warm, gentle sunlight bathes the pale blue room, such that it glows with a simple brilliance.
The familiar creak of the wooden floorboards greet the ears. The soft mumurs of the wind.
Other than that, silence.
The faint smell of paint; pastels and oils, acrylics and what-not.
The little hints of colours, little droplets on the wall and floorboards.
Canvases, stacked at one corner, with no order, no reason, simply there.
Large ones and small ones, blank ones and filled ones. Ones of joy, ones of love, ones of loss, ones of sadness.
The smell of the fresh, morning air wafts in, sending a breeze that lifts the light curtains into a happy dance.
And as I step in, I become a part of this room, submerged in its bare pleasure, its plain beauty. The sunlight falls on me, and I feel it's warmth, caressing me gently. I feel the cool dawn air at the same time, dancing in my hair, cold against my neck.
It's the room I dream of in my dreams.
My little blue room.
Posted by Prisc at 5:42 AM
Monday, August 11, 2008
Charity
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up, doth not behave itself unseemingly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil; rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth; beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things. Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.
1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Charity~it is love
Posted by Prisc at 6:36 PM
This Is Not A Pipe
One of my favorite art pieces.
The words at the bottom say, " This is not a pipe".
It's not.
It's a painting of a pipe.
The first time I saw the art piece, the words made perfect sense to me.
As though it was something I had known all along.
People say artists are some of the greatest creators in the world.
Are they? Are we?