Life

If you have ever,
Been alive,
Then you have felt,
Demise.
The feeling where,
Your heart feels torn,
The time when,
All hope is gone.

If you have ever,
Been through life,
then you know love,
the warm surprise.
The feeling when
All is well,
And the world couldn't be,
A better place.

If you've had your days,
then you know Betrayal,
The feeling when,
Trust becomes frail.
When you think,
Everyone's eyes,
are there to steal,
Are there to prise.

If you've had it your way,
then you know joy,
The wonderful gift,
That you seemed to have earned.

If you've been broken,
then you know sacrifice,
hurt from inside,
Ready for the pain, and demise.

But this is life,
With it's ups and downs,
And these are its days,
with smiles and frowns.
Somedays, you might laugh up some thunder,
Or cry yourself a river,
Which you wish to drown under,
But without this pain,
Without emotion,
What is life,
You'd have not a notion.

Description Of A Pic~

With long skinny legs, the graceful crane stalked over the pool of water, its neck bobbing up and down to snatch at the swimming fish. The crane paused, and flayed its pearly white feathers, and stared down at the water with intent eyes. The fish stopped swimming around so frantically, and eased to a slow flow. The crane's eyes seemed to smile, as he looked at the prey, and with a flash of white and orange, the crane flew away, with a fish clamped in its beak.

Water!

Silence. That's all I could hear for miles around. Above me the water glistened, as sunlight danced on nature's mirrors. With a long kick, I broke through the surface of the water. I looked around me, gasping for breath, and saw my red surfboard bobbing up and down, as the waves rippled through the ocean. I swam my way to my board, my body numb to all sensation, thanks to the icy spray of the ocean water. I gasped as soon as my hand felt the smooth wood of my surfboard, even though I had caught my breath pretty good. I sat on to of my board, my feet dangling off either side, squinting in the harsh sunlight.
About ten miles away was Lambada Beach. I groaned and positioned my self onto my board, on my stomach. I swam the rest to the way to land, grateful for the drinkable water I'd find there.
"Water!" I whispered, and my voice came out cracked, and dry. I cleared my throat and continued daydreaming about two cold bottles of Aquafina...