"I declare this a heavenly scene, may this be the noise your soul to feed"
-The Narrow
"Make way for the path to Zion"
-The Narrow
"Push up the level, the heavens will fight for me"
-The Narrow
Woman, Warrior... Heavy titles to bear
But I wear them with pride and a heart filled with joy...
I carry my scarlet heart on my sleeve,
A never ending pit filled with love to give
I have learnt that to love with passion
Bring bruses, but by loving with all your heart
You learn live with all your soul.
And now I realize,
A girl has become a woman in the arms of her Savior
-The Narrow
"Make way for the path to Zion"
-The Narrow
"Push up the level, the heavens will fight for me"
-The Narrow
Woman, Warrior... Heavy titles to bear
But I wear them with pride and a heart filled with joy...
I carry my scarlet heart on my sleeve,
A never ending pit filled with love to give
I have learnt that to love with passion
Bring bruses, but by loving with all your heart
You learn live with all your soul.
And now I realize,
A girl has become a woman in the arms of her Savior
- Last seen on Oct 27 9:02 AM. Member since November 24, 2007.
- I am a 18 year old woman (South Africa)
- When I'm not writing, I'm counting stars.
- I have 1 comment, 111 poems, 3 stories
My Stories
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When Lora opened her eyes, she was not where she was when she closed them. She struggled to sit up straight. Every time she moved her body
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The sun slowly crept over the hills and a single beam of sunlight penetrated the curtains of Lora's room. 1 / The ray of light woke her fro
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Lora and Amo arrived at their usual spot next to Pichum river, not far from the waterfall. Pichum river was famous for it's beauty and the
My Poetry
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Shadows melt in the scarlet tears the flowers left on the floor.
Alienation shoots root as songs of evergreen spring to life.
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The smoke huddles close to his tired body.
Grand Guignol toils at his tired skin. - The rose and the Chello at allpoetry
The binding black tarmac swallows the attune grey silhouette,
Where only the lines shine on the drops of scarlet petals. - Stage at allpoetry
Dust settles on her lonely stage.
Maximum dissemination, has faded to hue and cry.
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Hisana : Hey! on August 10, 2008Remember me? How are you? Haven't talked ina while.
