|A landscape picture at a Land O Lakes Park with a tower in the distance.|
My Mind: A TreeMy mind like a treeMy Mind: A Tree by quickwing23
Grasping for nourishment:
At times it would seem I had none
And no matter how much I wrung out of its branches
My only reward would be old, tired words
With little meaning left in them.
I would tire of growing
Wanting nothing more than to stay stagnant in the drying sun
Devoid of any more words
But then it would come
Something I had been so long without it seemed:
I would reach out for only a moment
To read, to watch, to listen
And my instincts, my old habits
Would kick in
I could not help but to see the words before me
On a tempting platter of silvers and golds
Gleaming with a new found beauty that none could rival
A branch would bend down in curiosity and it would begin
The clouds would form up there in their heavens
And with no regard to me, they would rain:
The books, the movies, the speeches
Would come back to me with a newfound glory
The words I had seen had become a stew pot of prose and poetry alike
My mind, the tree, would bend
A New Beginning Chapter OneA New BeginningA New Beginning Chapter One by Watertiger1419
Chapter One: Arrival
Today is the first day of college. People milled back and forth not really wanting to go to class, but rather wanted to go back home and to bed, even though it was almost noon. The majority of the students hung out in the student center since there really wasn’t anywhere else to go. There was one such person, who just finished their first class, went to the student center.
A female student walked into the center carrying many textbooks. She stopped and looked around the room. It was packed like a can of sardines and there wasn’t a place that wasn’t taken up by some group of people.
In her awe about the amount of people she didn’t notice that there were others behind her trying to get by and was bumped from behind, which sent her sprawling to the ground. The female student looked up through her ruby red hair and saw that there were three females looking down at her. There were tw
City of ParisThere's smoke over the city of Paris.
People cry and run,
As the fire and smoke rise higher.
There are flames in the city of Paris.
Children scream for their mothers,
and mothers yell for their children.
There's bloodshed in the city of Paris.
Screams are silenced as gunshots are heard
blood stains the black streets red.
There's gunfire in the city of Paris.
Slaughter and maiming
like nothing man has ever seen.
There's destruction in the city of Paris.
Through smoke and flames,
and bloodshed and gunfire,
there's death in the city of Paris.
I like to draw in my spare and not spare time (in class in other words). I'm in college right now to be an art teacher, for either high school, or preferably college level students. I want to teach 2-D art and inspire people to create new and wonderful things.|
I try to play piano, sculpt, paint and knit when I can, but mainly I draw and occasionally write something like a poem, or hopefully, one day, a book or book series. I have several planned out...but haven't gotten to it yet.
I take lots of photos when I'm not doing other things, and love to take pictures of things out of the ordinary.
I am engaged to the man of my dreams, Justin with whom I plan to spend the rest of my life with.
"We're all mad here."