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What inspires me, just different things, music, words, people and nature, feelings moves me, emotions creates my creativity into reality. Everything I see and feel and experience.



"A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music... and then people crowd about the poet and say to him:  "Sing for us soon again;" that is as much as to say, "May new sufferings torment your soul." ~Soren Kierkegaard"

I was told on several occasions that i am a tortured poet.."She is like one of those tourchered poets "

A review on one of my stories.....my novel that i am currently in process working on, has been one of the stories i have uploaded a year ago on a website to see what people's reactions would be and i have received over hundred reviews for this story, here is one of the reviews from a loyal reader:

"i always love reading your fanfics they give me a sense of realness ur writing is really pure and it deserves more then dis website da whole world should be able to by ur books in stores and everything i thought i was qualified as a good writer but u my friend are great. and no matter what you go threw remember your fans paper and pen will always be there for you. excellent stories. you are my writing idol"


I love to quote my daily moods, i think its the only way to express myself is in words.

My biggest dream: To complete my novel.

Quotes I Love:

"Our deepest fear" “ Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others. ”

"You grow up the day you have your first real laugh at yourself"


"A heart can only take as much,but its hard to fight the things were afraid of sometimes we need little help"

"In life, many thoughts are born in the course of a moment, an hour, a day. Some are dreams, some visions. Often, we are unable to distinguish between them. To some, they are the same; however, not all dreams are visions. Much energy is lost in fanciful dreams that never bear fruit. But visions are messages from the Great Spirit, each for a different purpose in life. Consequently, one person's vision may not be that of another. To have a vision, one must be prepared to receive it, and when it comes, to accept it. Thus when these inner urges become reality, only then can visions be fulfilled. The spiritual side of life knows everyone's heart and who to trust. How could a vision ever be given to someone to harbor if that person could not be trusted to carry it out. The message is simple: commitment precedes vision."

"I believe that we are solely responsible for our choices, and we have to accept the consequences of every deed, word, and thought throughout our lifetime."

"The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed. ~W.B. Yeats"

"Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. ~Novalis"

What Does Poetry Mean To You & Me:

"To me, poetry is an outlet to express your ideas or experiences to others as you wished you could express youself every time you spoke. To transfer emotion from poet to paper to reader - no easy task, but rewarding if accomplished."

"poetry to me is words that express feelings and emotions, its a way of communticating by haveing to think out side of the bx, and read between lines, to me poetry is about one person, and that person is yourself, you, the one writing! the only way poetry feels real, is if its unique, and your own.. HA! i sound freakish..but never mind.. please read some of my poems! "

"My poems are from my heart and I write them about myself and things that has heppened in my life, so my poetry means everything to be, they are my life and my soul....Read them and you will get to know the real me."

"Poetry to me is art, life, love, hurt, and dreams I can say that it helps you cope, heal and help a lot of people can't just say what they feel or how they feel but give them a piece of paper and a pen and the words just makes sense.....

I love to write because that is also how I understand myself better and to atleast feel good about one thing in my life. I may not be able to share my emotions like others do but when I write I feel complete."



This one I love the most:

What is Love?
Our favorite description of love is from the movie Captain Corelli's Mandolin:

"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine

FallenWingz ( A Titled Poem about my Penname)


My obsession with angels
started when my own wingz had fallen.
Seeing her crouch on her knees,
on swifting clouds.
Both her hands pushed to wipe the tears.
Tears that never seem to stop.
The wingz of a fallen angel,
sunk to the back.
God why is she crying?
Why isn't she the angel we
know she can be.
Devastation came one night,
lurking her to a place of sadness.
She gave up somewhere along the way.
That is when my obsession with my angel started.
It's how i received and patent my penname,
FallenWingz.




I am overwhelm to share my work with you all.
I have met some wonderful people on here, sharepoetry and story write..

My Starsign Leo

Affirmation
"I am strong...I am serene. I am a lion and yet, I am a gentle but powerful lion tamer. I control my passion...I listen to my passion...I recognize my passion and, when it is appropriate and healthy for me, I let loose my passion. I am at ease with the world around me and I am at ease with myself. I endure and I persevere for I am strong."

"I am joyous...I am radiant...I am bright. I am energetic...I am successful. I radiate love, truth and harmony. I attract people to me and show my light to the world around me. I am optimistic...I have high ideals. I simplify and I enjoy life. I am excited and I am confident."
 
My ff.net writing website: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1832491/ChimHill

That is basically everything about my writing background in on fanfiction.net.

I am currently working with FamaSemperVivat on her blog Poets In Training:
FamaSemperVivat: http://allpoetry.com/FamaSemperVivat
Blog: http://poets-in-training.blogspot.com/

My AP Family.......Hope to fill in the missing spots

AP Mother : FamaSemperVivat
http://allpoetry.com/FamaSemperVivat

Gaurdian Angel / Surrogate Mother CherryOnTop http://allpoetry.com/CherryOnTop
 
 
Heaven Scent : Nicole Alexander
 http://allpoetry.com/Nicole%20Alexander

Best Friend: messy-girl
http://allpoetry.com/messy-girl

AP Sister :tuheena
http://allpoetry.com/tuheena

AP Lil Sister: Poetry Girl123
http://allpoetry.com/Poetry%20Girl123
 
 
LYRICS I FIND EXPRESS WHO I AM & WHAT I FEEL

When God Made You


Its always been a mystery to me,
How two hearts can come together,
And love can last forever.
But now that I have found you I believe,
That a miracle has come when God sends the perfect one.
So gone are all my questions about why,
And i've never been so sure of anything in my life

Oh I wonder what God was thinking,when he created you.
I wonder if He knew everything I would need,
Because he made all my dreams come true.
When God made you, He must have been thinking about me.

Ooo ooo,I promise that wherever you may go, wherever life may lead you,
With all my heart I'll be there too.
And from this moment on I want you to know,
I'll let nothing come between us, and I will love the ones you love.
So gone are all my questions about why
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/n/newsong/when_god_made_you.html ]
Oh I wonder what God was thinking when he created you,
I wonder if He knew everythin I would need,
Because He made all my dreams come true.
When God made you He must've been thinking about me.

He made the sun He made the moon,
To harmonize a perfect tune,
One can't do without the other they just have to be together.
And that is how I know it's true,
Your for me and i'm for you and my world
Just can't be right without you in my life

Oh I wonder what God was thinking,when he created you.
I wonder if He knew everything I would need,
Because he made all my dreams come true.
When God made you, He must have been thinking about me.

He must have heard every prayer I've been praying. He must've knew everything I would need

When God made you, He must've been thinking about me.



After The Rain

I cover my heart
Turn from the wind
Button my coat
Here comes the storm again
What can I do but to trust in Him

'Cause I know the deeper my faith runs
The stronger I become
And the thunder, it may shake me
But I always know that¡¦

CHORUS:
After the rain
You can look to the sky again
The clouds will give way
To the light of the sun
After the rain
You know that you've made it through
And you'll finally see the joy from the pain
Lyrics www.allthelyrics.com/lyrics/aaron_jeoffrey/
After the rain

Everyone needs
Everyone hurts
Everyone feels
The weight of the world sometimes
But don't let the wind sweep your heart away

'Cause even the roughest waters cleanse
So when they come again
Let them serve as a reminder
You can always know that¡¦

CHORUS

Can't you see the hand of Jesus
Reaching out for you
You never have to face the storm alone


A Thousand Years

Heartbeats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I'm afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more

Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What's standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this
One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more

One step closer
One step closer

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don't be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more

And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more


POEM:The Mask I Wear


Don't be fooled by me.
Don't be fooled by the face I wear
For I wear a mask. I wear a thousand masks-
   masks that I'm afraid to take off
     and none of them are me.      
Pretending is an art that's second nature with me
          but don't be fooled,
   for God's sake, don't be  fooled.
I give you the impression that I'm secure
That all is sunny and unruffled with me
   within as well as without,
    that confidence is my name
     and coolness my game,
    that the water's calm
   and I'm in command,
  and that I need no one.
But don't believe me. Please!

My surface may be smooth but my surface is my mask,
My ever-varying and ever-concealing mask.
Beneath lies no smugness, no complacence.
Beneath dwells the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness.
   But I hide this.
    I don't want anybody to know it.
     I panic at the thought of my
            weaknesses
      and fear exposing them.
That's why I frantically create my masks
          to hide behind.  
They're nonchalant, sophisticated facades
          to help me pretend,
To shield me from the glance that
            knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation,
   my only salvation,
       and I know it.

That is, if it's followed by acceptance,
   and if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can liberate me from myself
   from my own self-built prison walls

I dislike hiding, honestly
I dislike the superficial game I'm playing,
   the superficial phony game.
I'd really like to be genuine and me.
But I need your help, your hand to hold
Even though my masks would tell you otherwise
That glance from you is the only thing that assures me
   of what I can't assure myself,
     that I'm really worth something.

But I don't tell you this.
   I don't dare.
      I'm afraid to.
I'm afraid you'll think less of me, that you'll laugh
   and your laugh would kill me.
I'm afraid that deep-down I'm nothing,
        that I'm just no good
             and you will see this and reject me.

So I play my game, my desperate, pretending game
With a facade of assurance without,
And a trembling child within.
So begins the parade of masks,

The glittering but empty parade of masks,
   and my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's nothing
   and nothing of what's everything,
                 of what's crying within me.
So when I'm going through my routine
   do not be fooled by what I'm saying
Please listen carefully and try to hear
   what I'm not saying
Hear what I'd like to say
   but what I can not say.

It will not be easy for you,
   long felt inadequacies make my defenses strong.
The nearer you approach me
   the blinder I may strike back.
Despite what books say of men, I am irrational;
I fight against the very thing that I cry out for.
   you wonder who I am
    you shouldn't
     for I am everyman
     and everywoman
      who wears a mask.
Don't be fooled by me.
At least not by the face I wear. -----author unknown 
 
 
 POEM: Reality 
  Reality is what we take to be true.
   What we take to be true is what we believe.
      What we believe is based on our perception.


What we perceive depends on what we look for.
   What we look for depends on what we think.
      What we think depends on what we perceive.


What we perceive determines what we believe.
   What we believe determines what we take to be true.
      What we take to be true is our reality.
 
The Serenity Prayer
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.
Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen.