Lucalovestherain

I admire the golden follow, it means a lot to my very essence.
          Regards,
          Sapphirus

thank you for following me :))

Saw this poem on the website ‘All Poetry’ and  really loved it.
          
          Life asked Death, poem by Tyfanny Sydney -
          
          Death strolled the park one day
          And on his way several souls he would take
          The snow gently stroked his cheek
          And a familiar, cheery voice did speak
          
          "Death" asked life "Why is you take lives,
          And sadden their loved ones,
          Make them cry"
          
          To this question Death replied
          "It was their time to die,
          as announced by fate"
          
          Life asked death again
          "Why do you hurt them so,
          make them feel agony as they go"
          
          Death turned to her, touched her cheek and said
          "That's just the way
          Some of them have to go"
          
          Life once more asked death a question
          A question she had been holding inside
          Life asked death
          "Death why do people love me but hate you"
          
          Death responded
          "Because I am a painful truth
          while you are a beautiful lie".

lmfao I love your username 
          
          

So You Want To Be A Writer Poem by Charles Bukowski -
          
          if it doesn't come bursting out of you
          in spite of everything,
          don't do it.
          unless it comes unasked out of your
          heart and your mind and your mouth
          and your gut,
          don't do it.
          if you have to sit for hours
          staring at your computer screen
          or hunched over your
          typewriter
          searching for words,
          don't do it.
          if you're doing it for money or
          fame,
          don't do it.
          if you're doing it because you want
          women in your bed,
          don't do it.
          if you have to sit there and
          rewrite it again and again,
          don't do it.
          if it's hard work just thinking about doing it,
          don't do it.
          if you're trying to write like somebody
          else,
          forget about it.
          
          if you have to wait for it to roar out of
          you,
          then wait patiently.
          if it never does roar out of you,
          do something else.
          
          if you first have to read it to your wife
          or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
          or your parents or to anybody at all,
          you're not ready.
          
          don't be like so many writers,
          don't be like so many thousands of
          people who call themselves writers,
          don't be dull and boring and
          pretentious, don't be consumed with self-
          love.
          the libraries of the world have
          yawned themselves to
          sleep
          over your kind.
          don't add to that.
          don't do it.
          unless it comes out of
          your soul like a rocket,
          unless being still would
          drive you to madness or
          suicide or murder,
          don't do it.
          unless the sun inside you is
          burning your gut,
          don't do it.
          
          when it is truly time,
          and if you have been chosen,
          it will do it by
          itself and it will keep on doing it
          until you die or it dies in you.
          
          there is no other way.
          
          and there never was.
          
          -

just fully read your name and I'm giggling right now haha