My rainbow always ends in pink.
10/23/14
10/22/14
10/20/14
Who are You?
I am a person who is in love with art and music. I'm afraid of lakes, failure, loneliness, and enclosed spaces. I am constantly bored, a detailed observer, and like talking a lot. In my fingerprint, I see something like a magical tunnel, going to wonderland. A life, and a place where everyone is as confused as you are, and everything is unpredictable. My fingerprint is chaos with all sorts of futures ahead of me, yet different, unlike any other.
A Spiral of Feelings
A mixed feeling of colors.
From the saddest of blues.
To the happiest of
yellows.
The endless twists and turns of
feelings.
When I’m with my family that’s when
it’s the brightest of yellow.
I am who I wish to be.
I could be angry, sad,
or even humble.
When I get sad I turn blue.
I can see a rainbow of feelings falling like a spiral
10/15/14
Encoded Through My Veins
Encoded Through My Veins
Lines, Lines, Lines, all I see is Lines
Floating, Drifting, Spinning, Swimming,
Through my veins, Constantly moving,
Through my veins I see waves of,
Sorrow,
Hatred,
Joy,
and drive,
Like a whirling hurricane,
I will just keep moving, even when the wind stops,
Encoded, though, my, veins
10/14/14
Only Lines
My fingerprint is not me
It is my identification, but it is not my identity
You don't see my blonde hair or my blue eyes
You don't know me
From just my fingerprint
You can not see my struggles or my mistakes
Only lines
Clean and untainted
Not me
Inside Beauty
To describe It would be a waste of time,
One word can not sum up It's inner beauty,
I am who I am and who I am, I am me.
To say It is unique would give It too much credit,
To say It is terrible wouldn't give it enough credit,
It has beauty, inner beauty
Shining bright for the whole world to see
One word can not sum up It's inner beauty,
I am who I am and who I am, I am me.
To say It is unique would give It too much credit,
To say It is terrible wouldn't give it enough credit,
It has beauty, inner beauty
Shining bright for the whole world to see
My Fingerprint
My fingerprint is an imprint of my life,
full of wrong turns, and full of ups and downs.
There is no clear ending, but I guess that is life,
you don't know where you are going or where you are going to end up.
All I see when I look at my fingerprint is the past and what has made me, me.
Blurred Lines
The lines are blurred and I see nothing
There's nothing
blurred lines
Just lines
Blurred lines
Lines that mean everything
and nothing
Blurred lines
10/13/14
Fingertips
In the very center of my fingertips is where I think. There is no sugarcoating here, just honest thoughts and logic. These are my coldest thoughts. Next comes pastels, my pretty thoughts, all my ideas and inspirations, my compliments and that warm feeling you get when someone thanks you. The things that fill up my life. Beyond that are the things I share with strangers, diluted a little. Last of all is me: the me my best friends see. A little of everything mixed together, bright and deep.
10/7/14
Looking within
When I look at my fingerprint I see confusion
Not necessarily a bad
confusion
Just a big mess of everything
At the same time I see
fun life
Full of a lot of mischief
and memories
Good times and bad
I guess in the end
there is a lot within a simple fingerprint
You just have to look hard enough to see
You just have to look hard enough to see
Fingerprint
I
feel like an adventurous person who would explore the whole world. Someone who
would see the Bermuda triangle, Macho Picchu, or the lowest depths of the
ocean. I’m someone who is willing to take risks and not afraid of the
consequences of adventuring new places; places never explored by humans. I’m
also a person with extreme focus. Someone who sets a goal and goes for it. I look
for the basket and go for the win, even if It takes a foul or two along the way.
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