Transcendence |
"Transcendence"Wandering through the brush of the dimly lit forest floor my feet confidently moved me forward. The air was thick with the warm smell of sap and the thin scent of moist soil that had be... Posted by on Fri, 16 May 2008 17:02:00 GMT |
Two Pieces of Writing (Creative Writing Final) |
(Here are the two pieces that I used for my creative writing .)
WatermelonSeptember 5th, wednesday, 11:00 pm. Cars move slowly below the edges of the rusted fire escape that sits outside of my apartme... Posted by on Sun, 11 May 2008 13:15:00 GMT |
fictional autobiography |
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Lives
I have lived many lives, in many different time periods, as many... Posted by on Sat, 15 Sep 2007 18:14:00 GMT |
starting college (I <3 debt :P) |
its been different lately. remembering to hope and make decisions.I started school at Kent state university this year and was definilty later to my first class today by ohh 20 min. see Kents buildings... Posted by on Mon, 27 Aug 2007 16:03:00 GMT |
closing... |
we all need eachother. we need eachother much more than we are willing to admit because of how weak the idea of needing sounds. i am going to continue to need people and am going to contin... Posted by on Sun, 01 Apr 2007 22:08:00 GMT |
News |
I was checking my yahoo emai when i noticed that its a headline whether Donal Trump will shave his head in reagards to a bet that was made.It really amazes me that this is considered a form of news, o... Posted by on Thu, 29 Mar 2007 15:47:00 GMT |
contributions |
do we contibute to the world?do we help the flowers bud?does it rain with out us?
are we a part of this? Posted by on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 17:31:00 GMT |
iron mineral |
the earth reached out a heavy wave of soil to greet my hands,an my back arched and collapsed.i left my body behind.an journey'd through the rich brown soil,as an iron mineral.i wasn't cold, an i wasn'... Posted by on Wed, 03 Jan 2007 19:41:00 GMT |
headless horseman |
I got hit hard, I'm on the ground And if you swing again I'll duck And I wish you best of luck You deserve yourself And I return from my trip to hell As a headless horseman Oh what I lost I went back ... Posted by on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 01:27:00 GMT |
those who speak.... talk. |
if my body is a shoot sprouting from the earth,growing eagerly under warm white skies.if my skin is a temporary shell,tell me the value of that which it holds.
is it greater than the granite ston... Posted by on Sun, 24 Dec 2006 01:50:00 GMT |