This is a one hundred word short story! Imprisoned, trapped, confined behind goggles of confusion. This is something nobody can take their eyes off and something I can't take off; for I wish my eyes a long life. They say a picture is worth a thousand words; if so my two pound sunglasses were wrongly priced. The smell of grit, sweat and alcohol matched the dimmed pink sky and lopsided palm leaves. The world through sunglasses out of a car window driving through central Miami with grit, sweat, alcohol and the ever scent of gasoline. All of this from two-pound sunglasses. All of this beauty for me.
Hello all! My younger sister needs a poem about 'prefects' (a good one) for tomorrow. All I ask is that you reccommend the first line or so, even though you can share a full poem if you wish. My mind is completley blank and I can't post a thread yet This is not my type of poem at all so *any* ideas are welcome, trust me, I am completley out of ideas and yours are better than mine anyday BUT it's ok if your mind is blank too because the subject is very random... Anyway, thanks in advance X.x.V.x.X
This is a short poem I threw together in the past five minutes, my younger sister challenged me to do a no edit poem so here it is! Please give me feedback (it is supposed to be a 'creative' look at things). This Horrile World By me So hush my little brother The world you are yet to discover Cannot hide all of its evil ways The people in it The foul smell of it Can melt before the way it portrays Thieves and liar With nobody higher To hide their despicable traits The world stays forbidden For safe are you hidden Away from this awful place So hush little brother Hide away sister For this world isn’t ready for you I told you to stay To have fun and to play Away from this horrible world
Hi there! I am new to the forum (obviously) and am very sorry if I don't understand what everything does. So, I thought you might like to (or not) know about me, after all I guess it kind of states this in the title... I love to write poems, short stories and novellas. I hope one day to have a book full of my work and maybe a book or two that I may write one day. I have been published before in various books but never in my *own* book if you get what I mean. I am one of the younger members on here but have still am at an age to understand responsibility and to be discerning. I play the Clarinet and the Flute, love badminton and play for my local hockey team. I guess that's really all then X.x.V.x.X
Do not stand at my grave and weep By Mary Elizabeth Frye Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamonds glint on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle Autumn rain When you awaken In the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starshine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die.