Anyway, let me know if my stuff is any good. I'd love to hear some feedback on it.
Laters,
~Cassandra


-Rain-Born from the heavens Drop by drop they start to fall Quenching Mother Earth-Rain-


-The Silent Guitar-There in the corner Stands a silent guitar On a rusted stand Dust bunnies gather round And resides within its core Piles of junk surround it Continuously growing Almost burying it In a makeshift cell Silently it wails Trying to get someone, anyone To play its notes To express its pain It want the world to hear its cry It no longer wants to be a silent guitar It wants to be heard-The Silent Guitar-


-The Sketchbook-On the bed Lies an old sketchbook Beaten up and battered from time Within its pages lie hundreds of drawings From the smallest mark To the most elaborate scenes Some are beautiful Much so that they take your breath away Others not as so-The Sketchbook-
But a disgrace to those surrounding it Yet to the owner it matters not Because to them, theyre all the same


-The Painting-A blank sheet as pure as can be ready to hold a piece of creativity-The Painting-
A circle is drawn other lines follow a figure appears the piece is born
Various lines aside it form its background some details here and there its coming alive
A brush load of paint vibrant colors scattered everywhere the painting starts to bloom yet its end is almost near
The final touches and it is complete yet it has taken its final breath before its appreciation has even begun
What once was a blank sheet is