high, triangle shaped down at my docks. as they hit the sides of the dock they make sloshing sounds from the ocean bellow. bird poop is everywhere, coating everything white.
pillars are beautiful and white. they’re tall and strong. i love pillars. they are sometimes white and they are very crisp in a white colour. i love pillars, they add character to architecture.
the pillar in the distance. was flesh and blood. he was my past and the thing that had ment so much. my first lust. my saturday nights. my first high school boy was in college. i had loved him. hadnt i?
Pillars are large cylindrical objects, usually white. They can be arabesque or simple in nature. They are usually used to hold up a house but can also be decorative in nature. I think of them in connection with down south houses.
He was leaning against the pillar, chewing on a piece of wheat. He reminded me of a cowboy in those old movies my grandmother would watch. I wanted to know him so badly. I wanted to know him and him to know me. I gathered all my courage and took a step forward. His head turned and our eyes met. And that’s how it all started.
A pillar stands alone, no need for guidance, no purpose, just alone, and as people pass and have no second thoughts, it watches with envy of everyones busy lives until it witnesses a tragedy, and then it regains contentedness.
i saw a pillar at the church. it was huge. there were people all around it. just staring up at the top of it. no one knew what the light was at the top of it. it was beautiful!
A pillar of stone. That’s what my grandmother was. She was made of tougher stuff, which was convenient, because she suffered a lot. “I am older than dirt,” she once said. “Dirt and Jesus.” A pillar of stone, indeed.
Pillar. Pillar of society, pillar of the community. Pillar of strength for my family and my friends. We are all pillars for each other from time to time, we are all in need of support from time to time.
he died there holding the pillar. I couldn’t help him, the gun shot wounds were to extensive. I watched him die, i held his hand and he told me to tell you goodbye.
The vines creeped up the pillar behind him as he forced himself on me, his hand already in place over my mouth. I don’t know why I focused on the vines instead of the trees behind him or the stars in the sky. I guess the vines were the best thing; green and bright and strong. They controlled the pillar, not the other way around. I wish could be the vines instead of the pillar.
parents are the pillars of the family. they are supposed to keep it together. but sometimes, even they break down and have fights. the whole family is torn apart, because it can’t stay up without its pillars.
this is the thing that holds up our house
this is the thing that holds us apart
this is where we last were parted
this is where we’ll meet again
this is why we are to broken
this is who we are.
i love the word pillar it sounds like cattapillar and they are cool insects you know i think its neat how they change to butterflies i want one to fly with and play with if i had one i would name it goerge idk why but it would be really cool. i dont know what else to write. i want a purple bug really bad and name it raven because i like the ravens alot
Pillar. Rises against the outer facade of the courthouse, representing strength, power, and hope for justice. Sounds like pilly, which I think is a descriptive for how shirts get when they’ve been washed too often.
the pillar of doubt that surrounded me was the enormous weight that stood in front of me, rather like an overturned pillar itself the weight plates stood on the bench. this frightened me at first thinking; would I be able to do it? the answer proved to be no. time and time again it proved again and again to be too much for this individual. I took me leave from the gym, the people around me seeing the shame in my eyes; they all knew what I felt they were there for the same reasons. to better themselves. and today, I was right where I stood before I entered the gym. weak and unable, small, and worthless. and thats all I would be for today; yet now I wait to continue and conquer. another day another time.
the pillars of the earth are rooted into each of us. We each hold a key to building a society to finally be proud of, a society that will be worth history as a whole. We each can hold our place in history if we just use our ability and freedom to think.
Go. Stop. Go. Go think dont think. what am i GOING to think? They told me not to think, but i think. go think they say. whos they? they are me. me is my mind. my mind tells me GO think. GO
one time when I was little I thought it would be a good idea to stick my tongue to a frozen pillar. It wasn’t fun at all, as it turns out, and my tongue hurt really bad afterwards. I never did it again.
i dunno i’m really high it’s like a cylindrical thing used to hold stuff up and it’s quite a greek thing and fuck i’m blazed and i dunno, sometimes it’s made from marble but not always, wiki could probably tell you more i’unno
the very thing
that holds her up
the one person
who never lets her
fall to the ground
the existence that
will always
be her foundation
she is her
pillar.
Caterpillar? Sitting on a leaf. The tranquil silence; except for the buzzing of insects and the chirps of birds. Silence. And the small crunching the caterpillar makes, but no one may hear.
Pillar of the community. I’d be interested to see how that correlates to the pillars of Ancient Greece, huge looming statues that represent absolute truth and power. Is this what our neighbors are?
i always think of that scene
in the Disney animated version of Hercules
when he throws his discus
but is too strong
and it go soaring into pillars surrounding him
one by one each pillar crumbles
and falls
creating a domino effect
it was kind of beautiful
in a disastrous way.
they’re tall and usually white. when I picture it, I think of the greeks. I thinnk about the architecture of ancient Greece, and the beautiful pillars that stand tall, holding up such marbled structures. Like the pleats of a gentlemen’s pants.
i’ve always wanted a pillar, but have had to settle for being one. It’s not a deal I’ve wanted. But then that’s life I guess. I hate that swill about lemons and lemonade. Give me vodka instead please.
it was oh so tall. The white marble was smooth and even though it was millions of years old didn’t have a single scratch. I had to crane my neck to see the top of the giant pillar.
high, triangle shaped down at my docks. as they hit the sides of the dock they make sloshing sounds from the ocean bellow. bird poop is everywhere, coating everything white.
pillars are beautiful and white. they’re tall and strong. i love pillars. they are sometimes white and they are very crisp in a white colour. i love pillars, they add character to architecture.
the pillar in the distance. was flesh and blood. he was my past and the thing that had ment so much. my first lust. my saturday nights. my first high school boy was in college. i had loved him. hadnt i?
this is precise
this pillar of salt
I abandon the pretense
I measure your gradual destruction
savored with my distraction
We started off worlds apart, tell me how you’ve become a pillar to my melting heart.
Pillars are large cylindrical objects, usually white. They can be arabesque or simple in nature. They are usually used to hold up a house but can also be decorative in nature. I think of them in connection with down south houses.
He was leaning against the pillar, chewing on a piece of wheat. He reminded me of a cowboy in those old movies my grandmother would watch. I wanted to know him so badly. I wanted to know him and him to know me. I gathered all my courage and took a step forward. His head turned and our eyes met. And that’s how it all started.
A pillar stands alone, no need for guidance, no purpose, just alone, and as people pass and have no second thoughts, it watches with envy of everyones busy lives until it witnesses a tragedy, and then it regains contentedness.
i saw a pillar at the church. it was huge. there were people all around it. just staring up at the top of it. no one knew what the light was at the top of it. it was beautiful!
A pillar of stone. That’s what my grandmother was. She was made of tougher stuff, which was convenient, because she suffered a lot. “I am older than dirt,” she once said. “Dirt and Jesus.” A pillar of stone, indeed.
Pillar. Pillar of society, pillar of the community. Pillar of strength for my family and my friends. We are all pillars for each other from time to time, we are all in need of support from time to time.
He leaned casually against one of the multitude of pillars, a smug little smirk on his face.
“What’re you looking at?” I asked.
“Your fly’s unzipped,” he replied.
I looked down and swore. He was right. I turned around to administer my issue.
a pillar of salt by any other name
could be a number of things.
by any other name, by any other context, by any other anything,
it is something else.
salt in the rain and a tear underneath
he died there holding the pillar. I couldn’t help him, the gun shot wounds were to extensive. I watched him die, i held his hand and he told me to tell you goodbye.
The vines creeped up the pillar behind him as he forced himself on me, his hand already in place over my mouth. I don’t know why I focused on the vines instead of the trees behind him or the stars in the sky. I guess the vines were the best thing; green and bright and strong. They controlled the pillar, not the other way around. I wish could be the vines instead of the pillar.
parents are the pillars of the family. they are supposed to keep it together. but sometimes, even they break down and have fights. the whole family is torn apart, because it can’t stay up without its pillars.
this is the thing that holds up our house
this is the thing that holds us apart
this is where we last were parted
this is where we’ll meet again
this is why we are to broken
this is who we are.
there was a pillar. what was behind it? maybe a monster. maybe a forgotten pot plant. maybe a forgotten greek goddess. maybe my sanity.
i love the word pillar it sounds like cattapillar and they are cool insects you know i think its neat how they change to butterflies i want one to fly with and play with if i had one i would name it goerge idk why but it would be really cool. i dont know what else to write. i want a purple bug really bad and name it raven because i like the ravens alot
on the pillar
I stand
proud
alone
lonely
sad
my pride precedes me
rather be down there with you
Pillar. Rises against the outer facade of the courthouse, representing strength, power, and hope for justice. Sounds like pilly, which I think is a descriptive for how shirts get when they’ve been washed too often.
the pillar of doubt that surrounded me was the enormous weight that stood in front of me, rather like an overturned pillar itself the weight plates stood on the bench. this frightened me at first thinking; would I be able to do it? the answer proved to be no. time and time again it proved again and again to be too much for this individual. I took me leave from the gym, the people around me seeing the shame in my eyes; they all knew what I felt they were there for the same reasons. to better themselves. and today, I was right where I stood before I entered the gym. weak and unable, small, and worthless. and thats all I would be for today; yet now I wait to continue and conquer. another day another time.
the pillars of the earth are rooted into each of us. We each hold a key to building a society to finally be proud of, a society that will be worth history as a whole. We each can hold our place in history if we just use our ability and freedom to think.
Go. Stop. Go. Go think dont think. what am i GOING to think? They told me not to think, but i think. go think they say. whos they? they are me. me is my mind. my mind tells me GO think. GO
one time when I was little I thought it would be a good idea to stick my tongue to a frozen pillar. It wasn’t fun at all, as it turns out, and my tongue hurt really bad afterwards. I never did it again.
large stone structure used to hold up roofs and overhangs. makes me think of Roman architecture and other old things
i dunno i’m really high it’s like a cylindrical thing used to hold stuff up and it’s quite a greek thing and fuck i’m blazed and i dunno, sometimes it’s made from marble but not always, wiki could probably tell you more i’unno
There, in the middle of the rubble and dust stood strong a pillar. The pillar was made of smooth, white stone, and seemed to reflect the sun.
A pillar of truth, she stands in the over the crowd trying to tell them the honest answers. Why must politics be so dirty?
A symbol of support. The pillars of friendship, or hardship.
i read about the six pillars in my social studies book and a pillar it like a concrete structure shaped into a post
the very thing
that holds her up
the one person
who never lets her
fall to the ground
the existence that
will always
be her foundation
she is her
pillar.
There was a pillar at the collesseum, they had planty of them in Rome as a matter of fact. Just about every historic site you would visit
Caterpillar? Sitting on a leaf. The tranquil silence; except for the buzzing of insects and the chirps of birds. Silence. And the small crunching the caterpillar makes, but no one may hear.
Pillar of the community. I’d be interested to see how that correlates to the pillars of Ancient Greece, huge looming statues that represent absolute truth and power. Is this what our neighbors are?
i always think of that scene
in the Disney animated version of Hercules
when he throws his discus
but is too strong
and it go soaring into pillars surrounding him
one by one each pillar crumbles
and falls
creating a domino effect
it was kind of beautiful
in a disastrous way.
“Why do you cling onto me?”
“You are my pillar.”
“No, I am not. You are your own foundation. I am just an excuse for you to hold onto your past.”
they’re tall and usually white. when I picture it, I think of the greeks. I thinnk about the architecture of ancient Greece, and the beautiful pillars that stand tall, holding up such marbled structures. Like the pleats of a gentlemen’s pants.
i’ve always wanted a pillar, but have had to settle for being one. It’s not a deal I’ve wanted. But then that’s life I guess. I hate that swill about lemons and lemonade. Give me vodka instead please.
it was oh so tall. The white marble was smooth and even though it was millions of years old didn’t have a single scratch. I had to crane my neck to see the top of the giant pillar.