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You know you were my best friend I lost the love of my life Or what I thought was the love of my life, And you were there. You opened up so many doors for me
5 years ago, when I first told people that I was a singer-songwriter, the first phrase they could think of to say was: Oh, so you write poetry.
Take Me Away To somewhere new and familiar A place without judgment or fear A place to express the self Take Me Away Where I can dance to the beat Let the notes flow through
Treble Choir The one area I love to be. Singing as you can see. Down, down in the music wing. Just sing, sing, sing!
I am a songwriter. I am a songwriter because music is the one idea that can evoke multiple emotions out of a single person,
Davy Jones Previously rode roans. Joining the Monkees he became very cocky, Later wishing he gone back to being a jockey.
My hair my nails my tan? All rockin'! But how might you ask is my body not shockin'?
Why am I kickass? My grades are quite high, for me the girls would die, I've got luscious brown hair, when you're older you'll care, I jump high for my heighth also, I'm white.
My skin is the skin that God put me in on the day that was the day of the 17th in the month of November the year being the one-thousand nine-hundred nintey-seventh year Anno Domini....
I'm no Barbie.But I Thought I Should be.Compared myselfTo girls of the Barbie standard.Hurt myselfThinking all about'perfection'.
This is my peom about how I feel, I never realized how hard itd be to peel, back all the visual standards to better reveal. My inner desires, thoughts turning my wheel. Well here I am, and this is what I'll say,
Im not afraid to show it, I dont care if people know it. I love myself. Ive taught myself to think it, I live, breathe, drink it. I love myself. Mirrors use to make me cry, now I dont even have to try. I love myself.
Dear Artists, We all have 3 common grounds of expressions I. One common idea to keep our feets grounded while the rest of our heads wandering in the universe Because we artists are the universe
Why does the wind blow on the other side? Feeling as if I'm trapped in my own of forgetfullness
Writing you this poem reflects my lovemakes you doubt, it’s hard to concealAccused to things that’s hard to dealso please erase the doubts above. Trust is like freeing a dove
See these feet:
my name is Samantha, please call me Sam. i sing and play guitar, i like to smile. i have brown hair and brown eyes, i'm pretty. someday i will be very successful.
Someone once asked me, why I always write
Had I a thousand mouthes, a thousand tongues, to speak endless streams of honeyed- or bitter- words to your heart, I would. Oh, I would! So, perchance (no matter how meek that chance), you will hear them and be inspired.
I'm here, I feel the air fill my lungs my voice fills the stadium where he stood.
I will write my dream upon a white sheet With lyrical lines and melodic notes. My heart will be lost within its mad beat, Bursting into the song that I had wrote. I will sing my dream upon open stage
I possess the ability to pick up a pen and pad, Then progress to prophisize any feelings I've had, In the form of a melody, exciting or sad However, no one will listen. Isn't that bad?