Sarah+P

Sarah Pittillo

Color Guard is my life :) I love Music I have Faith in what I believe

Haiku ( I wrote) Until i found you I would cross all the seas You are my way home You are my whole heart The reason why it still beats without you, no me



Free style My heart sings a melody that fits your heart harmony. Love is the tempo our song shares. When your lips meet mine our song jumps a octave. The laughter we share is like a wooden guitar strumming a perfect tune. Happy is the whole son put together.

My Favorite Poems

Chorus from The Bacchai Euripides (480-406 B.C.) Where is the home for me? O Cyprus, set in the sea, Aphrodite’s home in the soft sea-foam, Would I lend to thee; Where in the wings of the Lovers are furled, And faint the heart of the world! Ay, or to Paphos’ isle, Where the rainless meadows smile With riches rolled from the hundred-fold Mouths of the far-off Nile, Streaming beneath the waves To the roots of the seaward caves!

"And then there stole into my fancy, like a rich musical note, the thought of what sweet rest there must be in the grave." Edgar Allan Poe I'm so lonesome I could cry- Hank Williams SR  Hear the lonesome whiperwill He sounds too blue to fly The midnight train is whining low I'm so lonesome I could cry

I've never seen a night so long

When time goes crawling by The moon just went behind a cloud To hide it's face and cry

Did you ever see a robin weep When leaves begin to die That means he's lost the will to live Im so lonesome I could cry



The silence of a falling star Lights up a purple sky And as I wonder where you are I'm so lonesome I could cry

These are some of the Poets i learned about this year. Edgar Allan Poe <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #f38145; display: block; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Born January 19,1809 <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #f38145; display: block; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">attended the University of Virginia <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #f38145; display: block; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">served in the U.S. Army as Edgar A. Perry <span style="background-color: #000000; color: #f38145; display: block; font-family: 'Lucida Console',Monaco,monospace; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Died October 7, 1849 from unknown causes Alone From childhood's hour I have not been  As others were -- I have not seen As others saw -- I could not bring My passions from a common spring -- From the same source I have not taken My sorrow -- I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone -- And all I lov'd -- I lov'd alone -- Then -- in my childhood -- in the dawn Of a most stormy life -- was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still -- From the torrent, or the fountain -- From the red cliff of the mountain -- From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold -- From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by -- From the thunder, and the storm -- And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view - Kay Ryan <span style="background-color: #000080; color: #ffffff; display: block; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Born in California, 1945 <span style="background-color: #000080; color: #ffffff; display: block; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Went to UCLA <span style="background-color: #000080; color: #ffffff; display: block; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Ryan's work had appeared in The New Yorker, The Yale Review, Paris Review <span style="background-color: #000080; color: #ffffff; display: block; font-size: 120%; text-align: center;">Still Alive today

Patience by Kay Ryan Patience is wider than one once envisioned, with ribbons of rivers and distant ranges and tasks undertaken and finished with modest relish by natives in their native dress. Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable— a place with its own harvests. Or that in time's fullness the diamonds of patience couldn't be distinguished from the genuine in brilliance or hardness <span style="background-color: #6a0137; color: #f8c3f8; font-family: 'Lucida Sans Unicode','Lucida Grande',sans-serif; font-size: 150%;">My Diamante Poems