My Metaphor #poem: #life #life is tennis If you know what your doing its extremely fun, The tennis balls flying across the court. Every now and then you hit an out And lose a point. Then, with some people, your ready to get back out there, Fierce, determined, and excited For the big win.

Music, Art, and Tennis Music, Art, and tennis-- Are my main hobbies Fun and entertaining Interesting and soothing Expressive and meaningful They make my #life a little better I would have no #life Without paintbrush and a canvas, Code and headphones, And tennis courts and racquets.

That Type Of Girl She's that type of girl that keeps everything to herself. Not entirely because of embarrassment, but because it seems easier that way. She's that type of girl that trusts no one and asks for know help. She's that type of girl that makes people turn heads when she walks in the room, but not because of her beauty. She is just that type of girl.

Beautiful Your laying on the floor. Hurting and bleeding. Wondering where and how your #life became so blue. You want nothing more than to scream and cry. To end it all. With your #life so dull, you think nothing it worth living for. Thinking. She knows that the easiest way out is a sin, therefore, she gets up and starts to pretend the #life for her is beautiful.