I am on an endless jouney of self discovery. I'm a poetical cynic who has lost her voice. A phoenix that's forgotten how to fly. Once a flame of hope, now a mere shadow of what I was. My beauty obscure, with a spirit that's unforgettable. Two driving forces that motivate me are empathy and guilt (see religious upbringing). I can, at times, Feel too intensely this is my greatest strength and at the same time my greatest weakness. I sometimes can be too blunt and this is often misinterpreted as me being snotty. Perhaps the quote that best describes me is... "She lacks confidence, she craves admiration insatiably. She lives on the reflections of herself in the eyes of others. She does not care to be herself." --Anais Nin
"The April rain, the April rain, Comes slanting down in fitful showers, Then from the furrow shoots the grain, And banks are fledged with nestling flowers; And in grey shawl and woodland bowers The cuckoo through the April rain Calls once again."
- Mathilde Blind - "April Rain"
I wish you dear Friend a weekend with peace and that you enjoy Mother Earth beauty. With Love Ana
Our friendship is an ocean Stretching Far and wide Never ending Filled with memories That last a lifetime Our friendship is Just like the stars Both go beyond Man's reach So best friends it is Now and forever. That's the best feeling there is Nothing could be better Now and forever.
"Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocrities. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices, but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence and fulfills the duty to express the results of his thought in clear form." Albert Einstein
"Peace Is... " Peace is a beautiful thing Peace is laughter Peace is love Peace is stopping to enjoy. World peace Is looking at a tree Watching a spider build a web Touching the world with peace. Peace is nature Peace is a friend Peace is our flag Peace is you Peace is me Peace Peace on Earth Peace toward all men and women and children Peace, Amen, Amen And in the heart of Askaban. The answer is unfogging War is not the answer Peace Is the answer. by Rose(age 8)New Hampshire
What is a Poem A poem is hidden in the soundlessspeechless soft clouds Tossing turning twisting in the crystal clear aquamarine sky Look inside a pleasing pretty flower Climb immeasurable immenseimpressive mountains If you find a poem handle it carefully Like a newborn puppy For a poem can die or slip through fingers Like creamy butter And be lost in the dark streets Look in places where you have never been before And there you might find a poem Lost somewhere in the soft clouds The clear sky or a pretty flower Waiting for you! by Amber Hickman (aged 8)