Wednesday, April 25, 2012

What is the importance of literature in your life ? ( paragraph)

               In this world, it’s impossible to survive without literature, because it is needed in order for people to express themselves to others. Literature is used by everybody, especially by the government. The government uses speeches to expand his thoughts to worldwide making people be persuaded or understood. Without persuasive speeches, nobody would have voted for him as the government representing their country. Literature is needed for us to learn about everything. In order for us to understand, there are always literature texted used in the content for math, science, and art. Literature is a wonderful art that is used in everyday life. People use it to tell amazing stories, and facts about human lives that are developed today. Therefore, it plays as the most crucial need in my life, as well as others.

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Life


The picture before we post it, and to show where we post it.


The picture after we posted.

Partners with: Vasena, Susan












Life.
Sudden, radiant smiles
Grasped olive branches
Babies’ first steps, beginnings
raging ocean waves
dangling dewdrops glistening
walks on the beach, fine sand
blooming flowers, petals opened proudly
hummed melodies
the northern lights, colorful ribbons
chipmunks twirling acorns, nibbling frantically
fresh watermelon
plants covered in delicate tendrils of frost
rivers chortling busily along
the elusive smell of coffee

Cars rushing past, an endless beam of sound
Pinpricks of light in the nighttime, buildings that never sleep
The constant hum of life comforting eternal.



Life is a never ending maze,
Without knowing anything,
One chooses the path,
May be fallacious,
May be pleasant,

According to one’s self.
Yet one changes by its step,
Unpredictable,
Like nature.

The years that pass,
The years that we may still have,
Favourable in our lives,
Cherished like love.


Letting go
Quick gasp of salty air
the warm breeze pushes my hair off my face
tickling the back of my neck
I press my footprint into the sand, desperately waiting
Then all desires are fulfilled by the wave that belatedly washes away what once had shape but now is amorphous.
Drifting away like memories I’ve had, people I’ve met, and places I’ve been.
Stars are sprinkled across the celestial sky, seeming near, but too distant a reach
Despair from incapability,
The physical impossibility is only a fallacy for internal conflict
As melancholy is swept away, future shall no longer be bleak.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The Sorrrowful Man

The depressed man stares at the plant,
realizing his life is at the end.
Without moving an inch,
he's a statue.
the plant is him,
the sorrow will finally end,
dying insignificantly.

Speaker: A waiter, who was working at a restaurant, watching the man depressingly stares at the plant.
Audience: Anybody
Message: He's a poor man, who lost his job and home. He has no where to go.
Edited by: Vasena Jayamanna