The Head
As I open a big book entitled "The Head",
Various feelings and emotions started to shed,
There I saw a little kid on a huge green field,
Little did it know that it beholds something concealed,
The kid grew up as a fantastic painter,
Splashed colorful paint to make it's life brighter,
Also discovered itself as a writer,
Dreamed so high and made it's life story better,
As the kid from the huge green field grew more older,
A lot more heavy plights layered on it's shoulders,
But those circumstances just made the kid bolder,
As it's journey continues, memories showers,
In life, a lot of mystery are untold,
Mind is like a journal, knowledge—it beholds,
In ones journal—memories will be unfold,
It will be up to us, if we choose to hold,
The kid on it's life journey happened to be me,
I paint and write on my journal with what I see,
Memories and knowledge stocks just like the large sea,
I create and share some of my pieces with thee
YOU ARE READING
Treasured Stars
PoetryA Vampire Queen had wished to be a Fairy. One day, the universe granted her wish that made her merry. She started collecting stars as her hobby all the way to her journey.
