this is the first post of my journal... simple really, isn't it.... but i'm not. You see i'm terrible at everything except when i'm bored. I wrote this poem while scribbling a picture of a rose.

Every rose has it's thorn,
Every sky it's cloud,
Every human an evil locked away,
Each one with it's darkness.

But every cloud has it's lining,
Each rose it's scent,
Every human it's soul,
For hidden beauty is the loveliest.

That's one of the times i was bored and made something creative... well hope you enjoyed it .