i'm going to be posting poems and things like updates reminders to the blog and i'm gonna make some other pages so you can read each chapter on here if you don't want to or can't go to Wattpad to read them!
~Soph
~Soph
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i'm going to be posting poems and things like updates reminders to the blog and i'm gonna make some other pages so you can read each chapter on here if you don't want to or can't go to Wattpad to read them!
~Soph
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BlinkOne Blink...
thats how long it took for him to die, it didn't even take a second all i had to do was blink, one small little action, so quick and silent One Blink... thats how long it took for him to pull the trigger how long it took for the bullet to pierce his skin One Blink... thats how long it took me to cry to breakdown in tears of sorrow, pain, and regret Only One Little Blink Birthday JoyThis comes with lots
Of special thoughts, With love And wishes, too... For everything To make this day A happy one For you. Mightier Than a PenThey say a pen is mightier than a sword,
A little thing where thousands of words are stored. But how is ink fiercer than the wickidest of blades? Is a pen forever leaping to its owner's aide? Will pen be forever triumphant over sabers, Because it is the tool that every writer favors? A pen is a fountain of words, pouring on paper, From tales like Robin Hood to Jack's magic bean caper. Sparked with a scribe's touch, pens create A knight in armor fitted with silver plate Slaying dragons for the lovely maiden he adores, Or a massive giant swatting down people galore. Summoning the wrath of Greek Gods, thunderbolts and all! It can conjure dark magic of a gypsy's crystal ball, It can even lead pirates at sea under a flag of skulls. There is no limit to what a pen can do, As for the saying, the pen is clearly mightier too. **Creds to my friend Kami for this poem DawnThe sun burst into happiness,
The roses pink like A mothers' love for her child The grass whistles As the treetops sing In the early morning light The river silently flowing Through the garden Like a snake slithering Through the grass The wind blows softly In the garden At dawn. |