Monday, September 5, 2011
Stop and Smell the Coffee
Stand at the top of a mountain, bare feet rooted in the cool mud. Stand with spine aligned and proud yet not arrogantly so. Stand with lungs overflowing the stench of life, lack of grimace from tolerance. Stand with chin up, the harsh wind slicing at exposed flesh. Stand with ears perfectly attuned to every crunch or rustle. Stand with wide eyes up to the canopy of dancing leaves high above. Stand with hair tamed only by the wind. Stand with palms outwards, releasing all things hidden. Stand with humbleness as pure life soaks in. Stand alone as the world continues to spin.
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Well (First post in a while!!!) I liked how this writing piece gives of a feeling of..confidence and such even though its just about a single person standing alone. It almost feels like a paragraph about how one should live life...
ReplyDeletethe only bad thing i can say is...it may just be me, (yup its probably just me) but the line "lack of grimace from tolerance" doesn't make scene.
and on a side note...when i read the title.. my first thought was .."BLACK COFFEE?!?" XD
That was very good, lots of description in the paragraph i think you should join the horvath writing club after school. I also like how you described the wind it was slicing at exposed flesh.
ReplyDeleteI like cofee, you should be in the news paper for writing you will probably do great.
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