Welcome to my site! By visiting it, you have just taken the first step on the Alpine Path, the road to fame and glory. This page is for young writers to display their work and read others. I have links to good Internet sites that accept work as well. And a little bit about me. I have wanted to be a writer since I was 7. You can see some of my work here. Now come in and begin your climb where you can "write upon its shining scroll, a woman's humble name."
Lift up, thy dewy fringed eyes, Oh, little Alpine flower, The tear that trembling on them lies Has sympathetic power To move my own, for I, too, dream With thee of distant heights Whose loftly peaks are all agleam With rosy dazzling lights. Who dreams of wider spheres revealed Up higher near the sky Within the valley's narrow field Cannot content lie. Who longs for mountain breezes rare Is restless down below Like me for stronger, purer air Thou pinest, too, I know. Where aspirations, hopes, desires Combining fondly dwell, Where burn the never-dying flowers Of Genius' wonderous spell. Such towering summits would I reach Who climb and grope in vain, Oh, little flower, the secret teach The weary way make plain. When whisper blossom in thy sleep How I may upward climb The Alpine Path, so hard, so steep That leads to heights sublime. How I may reach that far-off goal Of true and honored fame And write upon it's shining scroll A woman's humble name. -author unknown
Someone i am filled with You you haunt my dreams at night fill my thoughts all day you continue to follow me like a determined dog. go away! you've caused me so much heartbreak already! i am just beginning to heal, but this is opening up the sores again. don't look at me! i can't bear to see your eyes, so warm and soft and lighted up with love in my dreams, now cold and distant. everytime i see you, i feel like my heart's being dug out by the roots. You're ripping down my carefully-built guard as if it were a house made from cards. you don't know what you're doing to me! you evoke so much emotion in my heart with a single glance. my world is tumbling to pieces because of my love. my pain is slowly taking over because i know i'm not good enough. i swore i was in charge of my life. then you found my heart, and settled in. Thunderstorm The sky turns dark And the rain pours down Splashing and splattering on the sidewalk And laughing at the people running every which-way, Afraid of a little rain. The thunder rumbles Like a purring cat And a large one at that. A slash of lightning Splits the sky in two The whole world must light up! Even if only for a split second. I sit in my cosy house As the thunder keeps roaring, And the lightning keeps flashing, And the wind keeps howling, And the rain keeps pouring, Feeling safe and secure out of the storm Yet wishing I was out there with it.
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