it was beauty killed the beastshaking with uncertainty...theirs a battle going on over every second of the day. anger drowns out the depression, guilt, denial...depression pulls through for a few hours. Everything that you were is gone. Everything you thought was is surplanted, your whole fucking world thrown into upheval. and so i look up at you, with dull, placid eyes, the poignant scene portrays the quintessance of despair. My eyes meet hers,she knows that she did, and with guilt and sorrow, looks at the ground. Her mouth slightly ajar. My head floats into the defeated, slumped position it is now so accustomed to. tears jump from my eyes and trickle down myface. A side of me wants to hold her, live in the past. A part of me yearns for that; for her. The other wants to destroy, wants to rip his life to shreds, along with any remembrance of the treachory of the only woman he had ever truly loved
01As i see it now, the world is destroying itself... Natural disasters are engulfing the world in tragedy and terror, mothers and wives, fathers and husbands are losing their loved ones everyday and to what end? Injustices committed all over the world, a never ending supply of pain and misery all being bottled up, fueling and already blazing fire of hate. To what end? I see families being torn apart becasue of broken homes and drug and alchohal abuse. To what end? Women and children getting beaten, subjected to pedofilia and abuse. To what end? Above all...I see the worl coming to an end; 5 billion people ripping the wold apart and not caring about the outcome of their actions are. I cannot see the simple pleasure in nature anymore...My mind is infected with the malcontent happenings above and the ones too violent and offensive to mention. I can no longer see the point in rising
BushAmerica…What words or images come to mind when this word is uttered? The American flag…the various statues and memorials scattered across Washington D.C…the Bill of Rights and Declaration of Independence. For average Americans, these would be an accurate depiction of their thoughts. However, the days of late have troubled average Americans. They are filled with terror from these terror alerts and over how they are going to survive. Fear is the most powerful emotion; when people are afraid they can be manipulated into accepting anything. America was once a great country, a model for others to follow, however times have indeed changed. George W. Bush is responsible for the downfall of this great country as well as for fooling the people of the United States. It can be argued that he isn't as horrid a ruler as some make him out to be. He is, after all, the President of the United States, ch
NatureI rest my hands on the splintered wooden ledge and gaze out of my window at the swirling green pastures which gleam in the afternoon sunlight. A resplendent feeling enters my soul, and radiates throughout my entire body. The door swings open, and a whoosh of warm august air encompasses this old, decrepit cabin. My hand pulls away from the rugged, wooden surface as I turn towards the door. I leap out of the cabin, and instantly my bare skin is embraced by the summer sun. My arms draw away from my sides and I look to the sky, close my eyes, and grin. I can see, with closed eyes, the reds of the backs of my eyelids shift to a black. My grin slowly fades as my eyes spread open. The wind roars and howls. My weight shifts backwards and my foot sways back to brace myself. Clouds begin to shroud the euphoric feeling of the sun, and I grow cold. The ethereal blue sky is alter
Composition 3this is just a little reminiscence of my brother and not nearly as reclusive as i wanted, but it was for school, and so it was just touching the surface of him, i think im gonna start some narative or something, who knows
Mr O letteranother writing assignment
A week in the life of me...writing assingment...