WhiteWitchFire

What is love? Its a question that we all ask ourselves at some point in our lives just as we all wish that someone someday will come up with an actual definition for the feeling. I personally don’t think that love is meant to be defined. It’s an emotion. It’s something that’s meant to be felt not analysed. It’s not rational. It’s not meant to be rational. It’s meant to make you say and do crazy things. It’s all part of being in love. Love can bring out the best and the worst in people. It just depends on how you look at it. Some people will wonder if their love is real. I say that if both people i

What is art? Everybody has different opinions on it. Some say it is sketching. Others say it is painting. A few more say that it is clay work. People disagree on whether or not art should last forever and never age, always be there to inspire and admire or whether or not is should be fleeting and last only an instant so that people have to appreciate its beauty while they can. Personally I say why cant it be all these things and more. To me art is what you make it. It could be the music that you write or play. It could be the drawing that you make, the painting that you create or the clay pot you sculpt. It could be the monument you buil

What is writing but a way to say what you want without having to explain yourself, without having to worry about people contradicting what you say. It is a way for one to tell the world what they feel, to tell them what they want. You can tell a lot from the way someone writes. They may write something completely original, from the heart or they may copy someone else’s work and claim it as they own. It all depends on who they are as a person. While someone maybe ineloquent in speaking they may be the most poetic person while writing. They don’t have to worry about people going against what they say. Paper doesn’t talk back

I sit here and wait. The silence suffocating I turn the music on And the silence backs Away from the colour of the music.... But as always I can see the silence Lurking at the corners of my vision Waiting for the song to end To creep back in.... The song ends. The silence moves. ...Only to stop. This time something is different A change in the air The soft sound of breathing flows from beside me A steady rhythm with an underlying beat of the heart Your song Your beautiful song Beats back the silence. And saves my sanity. I never want to hear your music Your song End.

We do not choose our birth And we do not choose our death, But we most certainly choose how we live our life ... I choose to love I choose to love you The world may be against us As well as almost everything in it But as long as we have each other We can live As we never know When we may leave this world I say live your life I say take a chance to be happy After all… Just because a life is long Doesn’t mean that it is full. A full life is full Whether or not it is long. But I will still continue to try For a long and full life… And I wish for you to be there with me till the end…

There's something about the shaded stars Something about how the darkness crawls Vibrant red is on our minds The foggy cold awakes me from my sleep And I find you on my porch tonight As I sit beside you I can hear your hear beat, The sound I love to hear. I can relax and be myself, And not have to fear the waking world Thoughts run through my head. Some I will not say, Others I cant stop myself from asking Will you keep looking at me with those eyes? Those eyes that make me feel like I matter? Will you stay with me and not leave? Will you continue to hold me when I’m cold? And when we are married will you dance with me?