Illusions are dreams that come to surface when we least expect
An illusionist, is someone who weaves those dreams for others
Sherilyn Leah
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hugs and kisses;lazing in bed all day with you
flowers from you!
craziness and randomness;jumping off the bus and into a puddle
screaming in the dead of the night just for the fun of it
walking barefooted on the cold asphalt
sitting by the bay enjoying our java chips
walking and receiving weird well wishes from the uncles on the sidewalk
having your dad tease me and my tutu
sitting in the backseat enjoying the open top ride on the convertable
sneaking kisses and winks behind everyone
squeezing the death outta me and then giving me the kiss of life
my zoological ipod
painted nails
my fetish for notebooks and lipbalm
ballet and photography;pointe pointe pointe!
the gatherings with the familes
our cute grandmas
loving out families to bits
kenlyn
captain headstrong & bailey's
rainbow coloured socks;bobby dazzler
my handmade sleeping hat;peewee
the groooovy dreamcatcher
hugging you around the neck coz im too small
getting along with my friends
loving our families to bits
sneaking in without the parents knowledge
laughing my head of at the sillest things
trying to enjoy every bit of my life
tresuring the time spent with you
and finally,
I'M THE KING OF THE WORLD!
im special
this is some... poem? which i think is really nice. we received it during our re lesson.i'm speciali'm special. in all the world there is nobody like me.since the beginning of time, there has never been another person like me. nobody has my smile. nobody has my eyes, my nose, my hair, my hands, my voice.no one can be found who has my handwriting.nobody anywhere has my taste - for food or music or art. no one sees things just as i do.in all of time there's been no one who laughs like me, no one who cries like me. and what makes me laugh and cry will never provoke identical laughter and tears from anybody else, ever.no one else reacts to any situation just as i would react. i'm special.i'm the only one in all creation who has my set of abiities. oh, there will always be somebody who is better at one of the things i'm good at, but no one in the universe can reach the quality of my combination of talents , ideas, abilities and feelings. like a roomful of musical instruments, soeme may excel alone, but none can reach the symphony when all are played together. i'm a synphony.and in all rarity there is great virtue.because of my great rare value, i need not attempt to imitate others. i will accept, - yes , celebrate - my differences.i'm special. and i'm beginning to realise it's no accident that i'm special. i'm beginning to see that God made me special for a very special purpose. He must have a job for me that no one else can do as well as i. out of all the billions of applicants only ont is qualified, only one has the right combinaton of what it takes.that one is me. because.... i'm special.
posted @ 2/16/2007 11:30:00 pm