Isn't it amazing
how the Stars can hide
in the bright of Day?
08 February, 2012
05 February, 2012
Edited Poem- Tree
Death bringing life.
A tree falls
to its death
and rots slowly.
Its soul, refusing to die,
escapes into the soil,
enriching it with nutrients,
giving birth
to new Life.
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Death bringing Life.
A tree falls to its Death
and rots slowly, losing breath.
Its soul, refusing to die,
escapes into the soil so dry,
enriching it with nourishments,
healing its detriments.
Again, the soul thrives
and brings new Lives.
Death bringing Life.
A tree falls
to its death
and rots slowly.
Its soul, refusing to die,
escapes into the soil,
enriching it with nutrients,
giving birth
to new Life.
-
Death bringing Life.
A tree falls to its Death
and rots slowly, losing breath.
Its soul, refusing to die,
escapes into the soil so dry,
enriching it with nourishments,
healing its detriments.
Again, the soul thrives
and brings new Lives.
Death bringing Life.
01 February, 2012
The Balloon Girl
Will edit. Need critique and stuff, thanks.
Short story. Really short.
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"Thank ya, miss!"
She finished the last tie of the balloon, and handed her creation, a short sword, to the little boy. It was a plain creation, but it made him overjoyed. The mother of the boy insisted that she paid, but the balloon girl rejected it. Finally, the mother gave up and gave many thanks to the girl. she waved goodbye, and laughed as the boy swung his new sword happily.
"Hey, I want you to make me something too," I yelled. I ran over to the balloon girl. "A dog?"
"Sure thing, sir!" she exclaimed. She took an unblown balloon and started to pump air inside. I sat down on a bench nearby her cart and examined her.
"How come you do this?" I asked her.
"Because it's fun! It's logical to do things you enjoy doing, right?" she replied. I nodded. Sadly, not many people do that these days. She twisted the now blown up balloon to form a head. she started to sing a song. It was a song that I remembered singing in elementary school many years ago.
"Why do you do this for free?" I asked.
"The smiles on my customers' faces are all I want and need," she answered. She made one last tie and handed her newest creation to me. I examined the beautiful craft. It was clear that she was a natural.
"...Thank you," I murmured. I managed a smile for her. She smiled back and waved goodbye. As I walked, I started playing around with the dog, wondering why I asked her to make me one in the first place. I looked up when I heard someone crying. It was the same boy that received the balloon sword earlier. It had popped. The boy's mom tried to hush him.
"It's all right... She'll give you another one. I'm sure," she sighed.
People are going to take advantage of such delicate people, I thought. Finding my dog useless and no longer interesting, I threw it in the trash and left.
Short story. Really short.
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"Thank ya, miss!"
She finished the last tie of the balloon, and handed her creation, a short sword, to the little boy. It was a plain creation, but it made him overjoyed. The mother of the boy insisted that she paid, but the balloon girl rejected it. Finally, the mother gave up and gave many thanks to the girl. she waved goodbye, and laughed as the boy swung his new sword happily.
"Hey, I want you to make me something too," I yelled. I ran over to the balloon girl. "A dog?"
"Sure thing, sir!" she exclaimed. She took an unblown balloon and started to pump air inside. I sat down on a bench nearby her cart and examined her.
"How come you do this?" I asked her.
"Because it's fun! It's logical to do things you enjoy doing, right?" she replied. I nodded. Sadly, not many people do that these days. She twisted the now blown up balloon to form a head. she started to sing a song. It was a song that I remembered singing in elementary school many years ago.
"Why do you do this for free?" I asked.
"The smiles on my customers' faces are all I want and need," she answered. She made one last tie and handed her newest creation to me. I examined the beautiful craft. It was clear that she was a natural.
"...Thank you," I murmured. I managed a smile for her. She smiled back and waved goodbye. As I walked, I started playing around with the dog, wondering why I asked her to make me one in the first place. I looked up when I heard someone crying. It was the same boy that received the balloon sword earlier. It had popped. The boy's mom tried to hush him.
"It's all right... She'll give you another one. I'm sure," she sighed.
People are going to take advantage of such delicate people, I thought. Finding my dog useless and no longer interesting, I threw it in the trash and left.
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