In no way do I claim to be a poet. Art was always just a way to bring my insides out, and my poems are nothing more but pieces of me. My inner artist that aches for a response asks that I share this blog with people, but my nature of a perfectionist demands that I don't. If you stumble upon this, I appreciate constructive criticism. Remember, though: perhaps you can't see beyond ruins to the building that once was, so you can comment on its architecture. Perhaps, you take a look inside. This is a communion, after all.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Fears. It rhymes with cheers.

To overcome your fears, is to move forward, to proceed, to advance, to evolve, to succeed. Fear will only keep you behind. Fear of living, fear of loving, fear of losing, fear of sharing. You'll never fully appreciate something, if you only fear of losing it. So I say, fuck fear. Here's to growing a pair. Here's to taking risks. Here's to uploading my mediocre lyrics and poems to the internet :D And to internet's anonymity allowing me to do so!
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