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Ashley's Creative Writing: January 2008
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But please, don't steal anything. Jan 18, 2008. Streaming Thoughts on Art. Streaming Thoughts on Art. I learned that ‘Great Work’ was never really true, and, as years passed, they became less predominant. That jump from first to second grade and beyond made art less fun. My most complex bird is still that ‘V’ in the distance, houses still uneven. Soon to be a Calliope Submission, any comments on it? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Dragon and an Angel. My Pages / Misc Links. Creative Writing Home Page.
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Ashley's Creative Writing: May 2008
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But please, don't steal anything. May 8, 2008. Ten Reasons for School IDs. 10 They give you more learning capability. They help you learn to read, and when you can read them, you can read anything. 9 They give you self esteem. When you are having a low self esteem day, you can look down and see you still exist. 8 They help you to remember your name. Just in case you forget what you have been called since birth. 7 They bring equality to the school. 6 They are the perfect accessory. 5 They are recyclable.
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Ashley's Creative Writing: April 2008
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But please, don't steal anything. Apr 3, 2008. Beside the corner desk, a small darker wood bookshelf sits, one of three in the room. This is home to the DirecTV box, Play Station 2, assorted videogames, and collage books. In the corner next door sits the closet, a similar white door to the entry, trimmed in brown. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A Dragon and an Angel. My Pages / Misc Links. You Know You're From Sussex County When [stolen from Sissie]. Creative Writing Home Page.
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Ashley's Creative Writing: March 2008
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But please, don't steal anything. Mar 19, 2008. Each star (*) is a new character thing. She visited her father recently, who she hadn’t seen in, seven I believe, years. She has sunburn now. See? 8220;Where the hell have you been? Mar 14, 2008. WARNING: Some may take offense in reading any or all of this paper. Sit in the cafeteria one day and look around. I’m sure you will automatically find the cliques sitting in the room. Really, it’s not too hard to do. The black clothed goth-emo-90’s punk-scene...
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Ashley's Creative Writing: A Comfort Place
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But please, don't steal anything. Apr 3, 2008. Beside the corner desk, a small darker wood bookshelf sits, one of three in the room. This is home to the DirecTV box, Play Station 2, assorted videogames, and collage books. In the corner next door sits the closet, a similar white door to the entry, trimmed in brown. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A Dragon and an Angel. My Pages / Misc Links. You Know You're From Sussex County When [stolen from Sissie]. Creative Writing Home Page.
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Ashley's Creative Writing: October 2007
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But please, don't steal anything. Oct 29, 2007. Drag your thoughts,. From that silent mind,. And make your paper sing. Paint the words,. Into your story,. Don’t look back,. Tear the silence of a shy paper,. Let it tell lies,. Add what is unneeded. Forget to add,. That last bit of description,. And murder the perfection,. For which we all strive. Say Something Nice for Me. You’re a mistake,. You’re worthless,. Because that’s all your parents tell you. You’re too skinny,. You’re too fat,. You feel ugly,.
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Black Rose: February 2009
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Wednesday, February 4, 2009. When your not the one at fault. Hide your alter egos. And stupid codes from the vault. Stick your badge in my face. And your gun down my throat. And were your special coat. Remember your the asshole. You dont care about your job. You make your assumptions. Pride is all you rob. So i will take my punishment. For a crime i did not commit. But you will have to live with it. In your head false conviction will sit. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Black Rose: NyQuil & cigarettes
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Wednesday, September 17, 2008. Sick as a dog. Sound like a frog. To the bed your head does call. You dont stop to think. The coma aroma fall. A mixture you cant refuse. A puff of the stoge. A gulp of the robe. Lights out" says the brain of you. To ruin your sheets. Feel the burn in your throat. Take off your wig. Your off on your own dream boat. Oh the beauty of nyquil :P. September 17, 2008 at 6:54 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Good night my dear.
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Black Rose: October 2007
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Tuesday, October 30, 2007. No matter what I do. There is no hope for me. Slowly dieing Of my own dust. Wish I could get out. Nothing can keep me. I just keep falling. Im used to the darkness. The horror of my life. One day I will be gone. Taken by the blade of the knife. Monday, October 29, 2007. The smell of death. Haunts the warm breeze. Cold gusts of wind. To chill the bone. A greeting to the creatures. Fire, blood, and rust. Reflections of a scene. But to most seem obscene. Waving back and forth.
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Black Rose: January 2009
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Friday, January 2, 2009. If I were to stop. And rearange my life. Give up on my pen. And focus on my sacrafice. Would i be me? Or just another person. Fighting for a facide. To be admired by YOUR son. Buy the fancy car. And hundreds on a house. Work at this job. Traped like a mouse. This is not who I am. Nor who i want to be. But welcome to like. And what its made of me. Nothing left of my self. Only items and body. My sole is to socioty. As i WAS to poetry. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
