Love is Her Name

Her heart's a power house, it never rests
she'll wrap her arms around you 
and you'll be filled with a force so strong 
you'll want to be the best.

She'll give you the feels when she holds you,
And you'll melt in the purity of her touch
You'll need no other source of love
When she's already giving you so much.

She'll mesmerize you with her smile 
and you'll be inspired for more than just a little while
She'll awaken something within you
A strength that'll have you racing for miles

Her limit reaches beyond the sky
The blue is never sadness.. Only hope
Her wings, though invisible are beautiful and white.
Her sky, wide, engulfing and hers to cope.

She'll paint the floors as she walks ahead,
with colours, that with one another, will blend
She'll create shades of emotion that will grasp you
And to her, your attention, you will lend.

And when she passes you by
You'll know Sweetness in its human form.
A breeze that's so heavenly, hailstones of love,
Hitting your face like a rainstorm

Passion is her middle name 
and Adventure her best friend
She will talk to you with words that capture
And her principles will never bend.

Her voice will surround you and trap you there
And her music will fill your mind.
A melody so harmonious, it'll move you
until yourself, you find. 

Her hair: tresses and ringlets of royalty
will fly in the wind and sit back down on her skin.
And her faithful brown will burst into colour
And the shades of her, will overtake them and win. 

She'll make you believe and she'll make you care.
For uncaring souls, time she will never spare
Even though she holds her heart close, near,
She's given it to many, open and bare.

Love is beautiful and love is kind
Love is everthing conjured up in your mind
Love is colourful and full of detailed design
But most importantly, Love is mine.

The Girl Who Lives Music

Her life is a song
And she made me sing along
the melody flowed from her lips,
the lyrics from her heart,
and they touched my soul,
and grasped it with power.
She was made for music, music for love.
and love she did,
though it broke her apart.
But music proved to be her magic, her saving grace.
It lifted the pieces of her from the ground
and taped her back together.
That staff of melody wrapped around her being
and healed her.
Every note and pitch became one with her
until she lived, and breathed music.
Life's song then broke into a quartet,
So many voices and she had to decide on one.
She could challenge herself and take that step up
or she could chose to be comfortable and stay put.
So she listened carefully, and decide she did.
she chose the challenge, the highest to pitch.

It came with a price,
to leave her old songs behind.
So she carried with her, a blank music sheet.
A new one to write.

The newness of it all, makes her voice shaky
she fears she's not hitting the notes right.
she's afraid she's lost the power of her song
she's afraid she can't make them sing along.

So she stops. She gives up. She sings no more.
Her music sheet, half filled.
The melody still plays in her heart
But she lacks inspiration to start.
The strings remain untouched, the keys feeling lonely as us
but most importantly, she's left that music sheet to gather dust.

"Don't stop" I tell her, "don't you dare abandon love.
Love is music, and music is you.
Be passionate, be strong,
be music.
it's where you've ALWAYS belonged.
your inspiration may be far, and too many songs away
but they know they want to hear you sing
that new song one day."

Our Balancing Act

There are two sides to you And there are two sides to me too. The difference between you and me, I'm talking about my twin, you see. Its always been about completion and perfection. We've never tolerated work half done. She'll do something for the learning experience I'll do it for the fun. She'll initiate something, I'll be the one to end it well. She'll knock at a door while I ring a doorbell. She'll look left before crossing, I look right. She'll be the eyes behind my head, a second sight. She's my mirror when a strong wind ruins my hairdo, and in turn I'm her mirror too. My skills are nothing without her ideas, Her wisdom enhances my knowledge. She'll read my mind before I have spoken I'll know who to strangle when her heart's broken. I wake her at dawn, I'm the early bird of the morn She spends hours into the night, the pen, her might. She holds the chords while I strum together a tune She'll count the stars while I stare at the moon. She's calm and composed when I lose my cool She's bold enough to never be fooled. While I drink coffee, she can't go a day without tea I panic under pressure and she works calmly. I like the winter but she prefers the summer I'm the singer and she, the hummer I cut her long stories short, she completes my sentences, I'm bad at grammar, she's the queen of tenses. She writes the good stuff, I write of the dark She'll cup the fire, after I've lit the spark. She hates attention while I crave the same She walks like a boy, and I like a dame. She'll break out into song when we walk down the road, how she knows it's the one I want to hear, only heaven will know. She'll stand to my left to show off her hair I'll stand to her right, my face's dimple to bare She'll take down notes while I sit and stare When I'm not feeling too hungry, she'll be happy to have my share I'm the teapot and she, the spout I'm happy with just clapping, but she'll insist we shout. I'll use a paint brush, she'll dip her hands in the colour She's my brightness when the day's only getting duller. We're two faces of a coin And we'll always have each others backs when something tries to push us down, We'll perform Our Balancing Act.

Out of Sync

I should have known it was inevitableI should have known this day would come
I should have guessed things would begin to look this way
I should have read the signs, but I played dumb.

I feel stupid now for my ignorance
For it's only left me lagging behind
While you move ahead with all that's new
I'm left with an emotionally unstable mind

I'm still absorbing the change
the new 'you' that I see
Familiar has turned strange
and my emotions suddenly seem re-arranged.

I feel trapped and exhausted to the bone,
tired and worn
but this is my battle
One I have to fight alone.

It's a battle against change
or should I say for it.
It's my fight to overcome the constant  need of 'comfortable'
and welcome the 'unfamiliar' into my life.

How did I not see it coming?
I can't help but question.
But maybe it was just me,
avoiding the signs and suggestions

There's a part of me that knew all along
That there has to be an end to a harmonious song
and though it is difficult for me to move on
I know that over 'change', I can prove myself strong.

I don't expect you to stay back with me
Or even move at my pace
I don't ever want you to feel obligated 

to forever be at my case

I ridicule myself 

for feeling this way
But I guess there was a part of me
that feared the coming of this day

The sync that we always fell into
is now somewhat astray.
Although it's still there for now
I dread it will disappear someday.

I hate myself for being so weak
I know it would do you anything but proud
this side of me, I've never seen
hidden under the familiar, It remained insecure and un-found.

This part of me is the weaker 'me'
it has always depended on you.
even when I showed I needed no help
This dark side was indirectly holding on to you

This note may make no sense at all
but to me it's a much needed place to vent
For when the only person you ever said such things to, is out of reach
A blank page seems like a friend, heaven sent.

Dad.

There used to be a place I'd run to when I was down
and in that place, I knew I'd face no evil or harm.
That place was my comfort zone when troubles seemed to surround
It was in the loving embrace of daddy's strong arms.

There used to be a voice, so gruff and commanding
That changed when i was sick or hurt into sweet, loving and understanding
That voice, though suddenly one day,changed after a stroke
It was the voice from your heart, that to me, always spoke.

There used to be a handy-man
who knew the tricks and tools of the trade
he'd always know how to fix a broken shelf
Or chooses the right paint shade.

There used to be someone
to scare away the boys.
when they fooled around, or misbehaved
and treated his girls like toys.

There used to be a decision maker
The one who took the first step
He would do what his heart told him
and never, a grudge, he kept.

The ink on his skin told the story of him
An eagle with wings to lift us up, a tiger to be our guard.
A fighter he was, and always remained
and that fact is what strengthens my heart.

Life is not the same without him near.
Think for yourself, what it'd be like, to loose one so dear.
To my daddy, who always knew just how much to love,
I pray and hope you are watching proudly over me from above.

The Way I See It...

Fandom
 The community of people that have the same interests in a certain TV show/ movie/ singer/ book, etc. is known as a fandom. They each share a passion/ strong devotion for the show/movie/singer/book/actor etc.

Every fandom has a name.

For example:

Twilight: Twihards
Harry Potter: Potterheads
One direction: Directioners
Demi Lovato: Lovatics
Stana Katic: Stanatics
Castle: Casketteers
Doctor Who: Whovians
Glee: Gleeks
and many more.

The might of a fandom can be seen when they trend hash tags at the speed of lightening on twitter and also when there are polls that include their objects of affection to vote for.

Fan Fiction

Fiction written by a fan of, and featuring characters from, a particular TV series, film, etc. is called Fan fiction.
 Fans write fan fiction to unleash their imagination, making up stories, the way they want it to be, using the characters they love the most. Fan fictions can be of a particular show, or it can have characters of two or more shows put together. (Cross-overs)

Terms used in fan fictions:
AU: Alternate Universe stories
OOC: Out Of Character
POV: Point Of View
One shot: refers to a single story that can be read and understood in full without having read any other prior story.
Canon: refers to elements established by the original source material
AN: Author’s Notes
Review: Thoughts, feedback and views of the readers.
PM: Private messages.


Shipping

The word shipping comes from the word RelationSHIP. It is usually used with regards to Fictional characters, when one talks about investing in the relationship between two fictional characters, he/she is said to be shipping the two characters.
(Used in a sentence: I ship A and B)

Shipping includes making photo edits,(Fan art) videos and huge blog posts about the two characters.

Shipper names:

From the act of shipping came the idea of shipper names. The duo that is being shipped is sometimes given a name. It is usually created by the fans themselves by merging the two names of the said characters.

For example:
Kurt and Blaine (Glee) : Klaine
Castle and Beckett (Castle) : Caskett
Callie and Arizona (Grey’s anatomy) : Calzona
Magnus and Alec (The mortal Instruments) : Malec

Used in a sentence:
I ship Klaine.
OR
I’m a hard-core Caskett shipper


OTP

OTP is an abbreviation that stands for One True Pair. You may be part of many fandoms and may ship many fictional relationships, but one of them is your OTP.
Your OTP is the one relationship you ship the most.


Fangirling (Verb)

Urban dictionary defines fangirling as:
1. The reaction a fangirl has to any mention or sighting of the object of her “affection”. These reactions include shortness of breath, fainting, high pitched noises, shaking, fierce head shaking as if in the midst of a seizure, endless blog posts, etc.”

2. A gathering of two or more fangirls in which they proceed to waste endless amounts of time ogling, discussing/arguing, stalking, etc. the object of their affection

Used in a sentence:
the minute she saw the new episode title on twitter, she started fangirling.
OR
we fangirled over Castle the entire afternoon.

Fangirling on social networking sites is very common and has become very popular. Fangirls make special profiles to use for fangirling with other fangirls of the fandom.

Exclamations commonly used while fangirling:
- What is Air!
- I can’t even!
- I think I just died!
- ASDFGHJKL!
- Feels!!!
- Shut the front door! (A Casketteer favourite)

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