(Again, isn't great. In fact I really struggled to write about the sructure, imagery, and speakers. So read it as it is! :D )

Love, passion, and God. For Solomon, writing down the love and passion that God has for His people was the only thing that he knew. God spoke through King Solomon his love for His people, a love that will never change. Structure, imagery, and a speaker’s voice were used by King Solomon to portray the everlasting love that God has for His people.

(It's a long read, to be sure. But this is something that I wrote for school a couple weeks ago, and I thought that you might like it. :D )

Well, since I have just joined apricotpie, I don't have anything new to post. So, I am just going to post the first poem that I ever wrote. Hope you'll like it!

Sliding Down the Mountain

When I climb a big
Hill, I am a mountain climber
So high on the top. Just before I
Slide down, I grip my sled and
Off I go as fast as a flash!

On the way down, I am a
Silver bird skimming o'er
Smooth snow.

My flight must end and I
Dig my feet into the snow.
A fine spray of
Sparkling flakes,
Dusts me from head to toe.

It is 6:30 a.m. as I write this. I just threw up.
It started over the weekend when my cousins came. My cousin Levi had thrown up that day. We should have known better, but what could we do? My cousins live in Grand Rapids. That’s four hours from where we live.
On Sunday night (Levi had left by this time), my mom began to feel nauseous. When we got home from church, she threw up. Then my little bother Matthew got sick. Then my dad.

Going inside the tent of Tanvia, the Greek councilor, he found that Tanvia was talking to Leonidas. The two men were sitting on the ground on a richly colored mat. Tanvia matched it well. His clothes were orange, red, gold and deep blue. His eyes matched the inside walls of the green tent, and his face was smooth and without beard. His hair was shorn short and brown. Menegal was about to back away when Tanvia called him over to where Leonidas and he were sitting.
“Your name?” asked Leonidas, kindly, signing him to sit.

I like to smile, I like to laugh
I love to sing, dance, and craft
Wherever people grin you’ll see
That I am there—Joy is me!
I can be quiet, sad and full of sorrow
But mostly I keep looking to tomorrow
Where people are I’m bound to be
Keep looking around—Joy is me!

copyrighted by Magical Ink (magical-ink.blogspot.com)

“From the womb before the daystar I begot you.”
-Psalm 110: 3

Before I was born I was acknowledged;
In the mind of God I dwelt.
He planned my whole life, all that would happen,
And on my angel knees I knelt.

For some say we were angels before humans;
But then how can I tell?
I knew nothing, I remember nothing,
Only God knows what befell.

So then one day I came into being,
And human was now my guise.
Hidden in the womb of my own mother
God looked with love on me, His prize.

When Menegal awoke, it was dawn. He glanced at the tired Hilfarey at his side. Sitting up and trying to rise, he fell backward onto the pallet and realized he could not stand, unless with great pain on account of his ankle.

“You will not be able to stand for a while. Therefore, I have provided this,” said Hilfarey, lifting up a crutch made of wood with some linen tied around the top for comfort. Hilfarey then helped Menegal arise and showed him how to walk with it. After learning to walk in a new fashion, he thanked Hilfarey and went to Golwitch’s tent.

I met the dark steps that lead to the living room, which wasn’t appealing but it was better than sleeping in the same room with my cousin, Allison, who snores.
I walked down the creaking stairs and to the living room and sat down on the couch. I fluffed up the feather pillow in my hand and laid down covering myself with a cashmere blanket.
As I laid there half a sleep I remembered my live before my parent’s died.
We resigned in a huge house in a gated neighborhood called Oak Fall’s in New York City.