She stepped over the fallen pillar and surveyed the shrapnel of her life scattered before her. It was only when she spotted the broken photo in the frame that she allowed herself to weep.
This is a support system for almost anything. A building from the past, a building from the present, or a pillar from the future. But most importantly it can be support for religion and belief.
The stone pillar was like most of the others in the cemetery. It stood tall out of the hallowed ground casting shadows atop the turf. Though the late winter sun was strong, the snow build up was still hiding in the shadows.
It was the biggest pillar ever, she just wanted to mount it. Jessie was a dirty girl. She loved anything large. She once ate a hot dog without her hands. classy. yep, she sure is.
the pillar still stands, holding the ruins of ancient Rome in place when they should have fallen long ago. it stands like a limb of rescue, carrying them home, asking for nothing in return.
it wasn’t a pillar. no, not at all. why? i don’t know, maybe because it was you. or me. we’re few and far between. the two of us, here, now, how, wow. pillar. maybe. how low can it go? how high? i don’t know. don’t know. don’t know. pillar in my mind.
we went to the pillar
the hookah smoked filled around us
we talked and talked
too shy to put your arm around me
you asked, i obliged
since then something has sparked between us
too scared to know what is happening
only that it is happening
She stood amongst the tall, smoking pillars which were actually canonas that the romans decided to cover up with architecture because aliens needed the canons to get back to ther home planets. \pillars can also be metaphorical.
Pillars remind me much of ancient greece. They had pillars with three types of orders on them. The first kind was doric, which was really boring. The ionic order was kind of boring as well, but a little bit better. The third and final type of order was the corinthian order, which was well flourished and very pretty. you still see these a lot today.
If pillars were in my way, I’d push them aside like Samson. Nothing could keep me from the truth. I’d bring this whole thing down and have only strained shoulders.
i hold you so high, on my pillar. there you stand forever, frozen in a dull grey shade of stone. unmoved by time, weather, emotion, fear. Catastrophe may tremor my foundation, but you stand strong, still; my guide, my inspiration, my statue. Nothing can break you.
leaning against the pillar, observing the world as it walked and drove by me. I could stand here for hours and create my own stories to accompany each of the faces I see.
Pilars held the Cathedral’s roof in its right place. They were some odd pilars, though, all crooked and wrinkled. The woman looked around and thought ‘Where am I? What is this?’
A pillar of strength, truth, character. Ease of us strives to create for ourselves something that will last after we are gone. I hope that I am able to create one of those pillars that my children and students can build on in the future.
Pillars made of stone that hold up Roman or Greek architecture. Marble. Antebellum South. Pillars of truth, pillars of strength. Pillars can be piles, right? Piles/pillars of clothing, of pennies, of dishes, of papers.
i dont even know what exactly a pillar is. is that what holds a bridge? also sounds like a pillow. is it a pillow that holds a bridge? that would be a very unstable bridge. well, thats stupid, i guess. but then, what are you gonna write in 60 seconds. also, i am not a native speaker. are my 60 seconds over yet? white pillar house, i lived in one, once. there was an alcoholic porter calling me sunshine and having tea with rum in it. had a ball in that house. more on my way there, when i came home from clubbing. why do people like white pillars anyway? just because the romans liked them , now people think they are all cool.
okay, now the 60 seconds must be over. why did i get this uninspirational word?
pillar like pilar my chicana hermanita, burning with creativity and desire, beckoning wisdom and conformity, a token of gratitude in an abyss of friendly pretense in the printemps
She was strong. The backbone of her family. At 4 foot 8, my mother-in-law was a power to be reckoned with in a quiet, but effective way. Once the pillar was gone, the family fell in on itself.
the pillars raised up to the great ceiling. the greek buildings white cracked pillars surrounded me carved nicely. they were gorgeous, why we didnt have these in the US i dont know.
A pillar is a column that holds up structures, such as pillars and columns from ancient greek civilizations. However, pillars can also have a non-literal meaning. It can also mean something that keeps up the strength of a (non-literal) structure, such as pillars of friendship.
As he approached the pillar, he wondered about how this noble piece of marble was formed. It had obviously been extracted from a quarry, but what went into making it? How had it achieved this final state?
Like I’ll ever be a pillar of the community. I’m a lesbian, I’m deaf, and I live in the middle of mormonville, UT. Of course, I’d love for someone like me to be someone I could look up to … but as if that will ever happen …
“Three pillars,” he said, pointing, “I want three pillars of granite, right there.”
His team looked up and sighed, already weary at the thought of lifting the massive blocks of stone. “It’s too hot for this,” Graham mumbled.
Like the author, always salt, salting the earth, giver of flavor to food and people…is it enough there has to be more to taste feel see than salt
All is not salt flavored
He was a pillar of the community they said. He would never, they said. When he was, and when he did, no one was shocked, there was hardly a whisper.
She stepped over the fallen pillar and surveyed the shrapnel of her life scattered before her. It was only when she spotted the broken photo in the frame that she allowed herself to weep.
The things that hold up buildings and windmills. They are often on older houses or more important buildings like court houses and such.
And then he turned into a pillar of salt, leaving his past behind him and going forth into a new realm of experiences, like seasoning eggs.
This is a support system for almost anything. A building from the past, a building from the present, or a pillar from the future. But most importantly it can be support for religion and belief.
This is something i lay my head on when i sleep.
A column that holds a structure together.
One can be a pillar in the community holding it together.
The stone pillar was like most of the others in the cemetery. It stood tall out of the hallowed ground casting shadows atop the turf. Though the late winter sun was strong, the snow build up was still hiding in the shadows.
It was the biggest pillar ever, she just wanted to mount it. Jessie was a dirty girl. She loved anything large. She once ate a hot dog without her hands. classy. yep, she sure is.
a pillar of smoke blew off in the distance.he turned on his horse to watch it burn.he was glad to finally burn all of his bridges to her.
the pillar still stands, holding the ruins of ancient Rome in place when they should have fallen long ago. it stands like a limb of rescue, carrying them home, asking for nothing in return.
it wasn’t a pillar. no, not at all. why? i don’t know, maybe because it was you. or me. we’re few and far between. the two of us, here, now, how, wow. pillar. maybe. how low can it go? how high? i don’t know. don’t know. don’t know. pillar in my mind.
we went to the pillar
the hookah smoked filled around us
we talked and talked
too shy to put your arm around me
you asked, i obliged
since then something has sparked between us
too scared to know what is happening
only that it is happening
She stood amongst the tall, smoking pillars which were actually canonas that the romans decided to cover up with architecture because aliens needed the canons to get back to ther home planets. \pillars can also be metaphorical.
Pillars remind me much of ancient greece. They had pillars with three types of orders on them. The first kind was doric, which was really boring. The ionic order was kind of boring as well, but a little bit better. The third and final type of order was the corinthian order, which was well flourished and very pretty. you still see these a lot today.
If pillars were in my way, I’d push them aside like Samson. Nothing could keep me from the truth. I’d bring this whole thing down and have only strained shoulders.
i hold you so high, on my pillar. there you stand forever, frozen in a dull grey shade of stone. unmoved by time, weather, emotion, fear. Catastrophe may tremor my foundation, but you stand strong, still; my guide, my inspiration, my statue. Nothing can break you.
A large circular or square object that holds up, and gives structure to any sort of structure or building
leaning against the pillar, observing the world as it walked and drove by me. I could stand here for hours and create my own stories to accompany each of the faces I see.
A pillar of a Roman temple. Goddesses and gods. Perhaps an illicit romance? White togas and gold arm bands.
This is what Samson couldn’t knock down. Couldn’t destroy a single one.
Pilars held the Cathedral’s roof in its right place. They were some odd pilars, though, all crooked and wrinkled. The woman looked around and thought ‘Where am I? What is this?’
A pillar of strength, truth, character. Ease of us strives to create for ourselves something that will last after we are gone. I hope that I am able to create one of those pillars that my children and students can build on in the future.
Pillars made of stone that hold up Roman or Greek architecture. Marble. Antebellum South. Pillars of truth, pillars of strength. Pillars can be piles, right? Piles/pillars of clothing, of pennies, of dishes, of papers.
again, can i have a new word?
pillarpillarpillar this is one of those words that sounds weird if you repeat it.
Every day I stand tall, like a pillar, gradually leaning to one side or the other as words and ideas make their way into my head, twisting
i dont even know what exactly a pillar is. is that what holds a bridge? also sounds like a pillow. is it a pillow that holds a bridge? that would be a very unstable bridge. well, thats stupid, i guess. but then, what are you gonna write in 60 seconds. also, i am not a native speaker. are my 60 seconds over yet? white pillar house, i lived in one, once. there was an alcoholic porter calling me sunshine and having tea with rum in it. had a ball in that house. more on my way there, when i came home from clubbing. why do people like white pillars anyway? just because the romans liked them , now people think they are all cool.
okay, now the 60 seconds must be over. why did i get this uninspirational word?
pillar like pilar my chicana hermanita, burning with creativity and desire, beckoning wisdom and conformity, a token of gratitude in an abyss of friendly pretense in the printemps
She was strong. The backbone of her family. At 4 foot 8, my mother-in-law was a power to be reckoned with in a quiet, but effective way. Once the pillar was gone, the family fell in on itself.
I would hit this guy with a pillar right now. That’s all…
the pillars raised up to the great ceiling. the greek buildings white cracked pillars surrounded me carved nicely. they were gorgeous, why we didnt have these in the US i dont know.
A pillar is a column that holds up structures, such as pillars and columns from ancient greek civilizations. However, pillars can also have a non-literal meaning. It can also mean something that keeps up the strength of a (non-literal) structure, such as pillars of friendship.
As he approached the pillar, he wondered about how this noble piece of marble was formed. It had obviously been extracted from a quarry, but what went into making it? How had it achieved this final state?
Like a pillar, he stood tall and still – almost invisible – had I not been looking for him.
The templar was shining under the big hot sun. The pillars were standing like statues holding the huge construction.
it stands tall, looking down, watching your frown.
blinded by its sunning virtue
If all these pillars were to fall,
if the roof were to come down upon us all,
who would we choose to blame,
if all these pillars were to fall.
Like I’ll ever be a pillar of the community. I’m a lesbian, I’m deaf, and I live in the middle of mormonville, UT. Of course, I’d love for someone like me to be someone I could look up to … but as if that will ever happen …
“Three pillars,” he said, pointing, “I want three pillars of granite, right there.”
His team looked up and sighed, already weary at the thought of lifting the massive blocks of stone. “It’s too hot for this,” Graham mumbled.
Like the author, always salt, salting the earth, giver of flavor to food and people…is it enough there has to be more to taste feel see than salt
All is not salt flavored