When Painters Overstep the Canvas Borders. I thought I would share this, since this is amazing and creative and unbelievable. I would love to do this, but I am not very good at painting.
The navy night sky, and the silent grey clouds seemed endless. The clouds floated just as smoke dances in slow motion. The full moon, which was bright as snow, was shrouded in a tinted sea of grey. Against the sky, the clouds looked solid and thick, but once they float across the moon they are… Continue reading The night
"Goodbye" I spoke the shortened version: "bye," because I hope that one day I will see him again. I don't know what will happen then, I am scared. I know last night I cried like a baby, because I was thinking about him, and then I wrote that poem, https://writingapaige.wordpress.com/2012/05/31/lie-here-in-my/ ,I cried like a baby when I wrote… Continue reading The Words I Hate Most
Life is like a roll of toilet paper. The closer you get to the end of the roll, the faster it goes.
So, I have highlights now. I like them. Blond almost all over. When I first moved here, I used to get blond highlights all the time, about every year. I feel like I used to again. It's fun! So school has started again, that's where I am right now. It feels like it never stopped.… Continue reading Highlights
Hot chocolate drinks On chilly winter nights What a sweet delight. ~ Well that is my haiku on hot chocolate. They are the best for mildly gold to freezing temperatures. It's a wonderful feeling; the silky feeling of a mildly hot, sweet tasting refreshment. Mm.
Sitting up there, alone, yet not alone. As he plays guitar, and plays his heart out. She fights not to cry, the sadness overwhelming her, she says no to that beast in her heart. He plays well, very well. She loves it, very much so, but it's a bit painful. Why must is sound so… Continue reading Music To Her Ears, Sadness In Her Heart
Hello! You know what I want this year, the end of this year, I want a 1,000 views on my blog! I really want that. You know how you can help? Tell people, share this blog, please! It would be amazing as this is my first blog. It would be really nice too! And awesome… Continue reading 424 to 1,000
Poetry, Rhythmic Rhymes of sound and tunes. Tickling the tip of your tongue as you sing that lyrical idea you plotted on paper. Emotional thoughts and feelings of all sorts, Expressed through Motion, Language, and Sound. That lyrical, Rhythmic passion your voice creates, Echoes in a tight room and the meaning, along with… Continue reading A poem about POETRY – through my eyes
Hello to 11/11/11 at 11 PM. I woke up great today. I didn't feel tired, the shower was just perfect and I didn't feel like crap, I was however very cold. That is, however, besides the point. The point is, I think today, might have been one of the best days of this school year.… Continue reading 11/11/11