What to write?
On blank page that innocently lies.
It taunts and it haunts
and never gives away the secrets it holds.
To unfold the magic, Foolishly to proceed
with bravery the rivals and knight and his steed.
Not every word or story is a fire,
won't burn in the minds of others,
they say lightning only strikes the same place once?
Go ask the Washington Monument.
And then be the thunderstorm to the calm white page.
And break through to the other side.
About the Creator
Mellford
I fear not the pretty words of a man I know to be a liar. I fear the word of a man I know who would tell ugly truth.
If You Love Me, You'll Do It
I met Jason when I was five years old. I could say that I loved him from the moment I saw him. He was so handsome to me and I felt in awe by his presence. When they introduced him as the new kid in school, I wanted to be his friend right away. I remember it like it was yesterday. I remember his smile and how he didn't seem shy. He appeared confident and ready to learn. I waved at him and said "hello," before anyone else could even say a word. He sat next to me, and I asked him if he wanted to be friends. He looked so happy as he said, "Yes!"
By Sidney Smith (Sid Smith)7 days ago in Fiction
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