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The PillarIt starts with a line. Strong, confident, Just a straight line. Tall, alone it stands. Upon the top sits a floor; It doesn’t take long For the steps of others to burden the floor. They bottle their tears, Piling them with their sad stories.The Pillar
The pillar begins to crack.
Am I broken as this pillar? Set alone, stony and solid? With others relying so heavily, That if I were to crumble, they too Would fall? Or are you this pillar, with me set above you?
What would happen if we all crumbled?
by *Sarah-Alice
If I Were A Writer.If I were a writer I would know what it is to write, The purpose of the written word. Why the spoken can be out done, How the words on a page can make you cry, When you know the story isn't true. I would know what to write; To make you feel, and squirm. I would capture your thoughts, To make you think as I wished. If I was a true wordsmith I could define the words I write With precision and accuracy And you would know them How I meant you to know them.If I Were A Writer.
I would know the way down the page Having marked the path for you. If I were a writer I wo
by *Sarah-Alice
I Write.I watch, Graceful movements; Subtle movements; Sudden movements. All the steps speak to me. Each turn as they dance Speaks a new word. One I have never heard. I watch.I Write.
I listen, To the notes; The gentle voices; The soft flutes; The deep drums. Each song they sing Speaks a new word. One I have never heard. I listen.
I see, All the bright colours, Every soft hue, All the strokes made Each of them speak to me. Each picture they paint Speaks a new word. One I have never heard. I
by *Sarah-Alice
ButterfliesWings beat the air softly, kissing it. The colours float on the breeze. They weave and sing, Dancing and swaying on the winds. Breath…In. They sing their soft songs, And smile at eachother. Grazing the skin of the earth, They hurry, in a lazy way. Breath…Out. They float on, above, On delicate dusty wings, They linger at the bright fields, Taking time to kiss each petal. Closed…Eyes. Relax with the field, Feel the freedom, And be at peace. Peaceful and graceful, gentle and loving. Relax with the Butterflies.Butterflies
by *Sarah-Alice
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If I Were A Writer.If I were a writer I would know what it is to write, The purpose of the written word. Why the spoken can be out done, How the words on a page can make you cry, When you know the story isn't true. I would know what to write; To make you feel, and squirm. I would capture your thoughts, To make you think as I wished. If I was a true wordsmith I could define the words I write With precision and accuracy And you would know them How I meant you to know them.If I Were A Writer.
I would know the way down the page Having marked the path for you. If I were a writer I wo
by *Sarah-Alice
Mystery: More Than A SolutionMystery is a commonly enjoyed genre in the literary world, despite its relatively novel appearance. There are many who would argue that the most enjoyable part of reading mystery stories is to reach the solution of the presented problem or mystery. However, there are other points that make a mystery story interesting, and it is not simply the solution of the problem that people read for. The reader, through the literature, acquires an understanding of the historical context during which the work was written, an insight into the author's mind, as well as the rough archetypal version of a genre, as seen in Edgar Allan Poe's "MurdersMystery: More Than A Solution
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