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Just Write: Life & Prison
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This is a blog to write whatever you want and share it with your peers for appreciation and commentary. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. Finally, I am out of that hellhole. As I walk outside. And the fresh air stings my nose. With the smell of flowers and grass and chicken wings,. I am glad to know that I am free. Free of the shackles that constantly. Strangled my ankles and wrists with a grip. Tighter than an anaconda choking its prey,. Free of the mixture. Of hard cement-like products. Free of the cruel guards.
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Just Write: fall
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This is a blog to write whatever you want and share it with your peers for appreciation and commentary. Sunday, June 19, 2011. In the midst of fall a, chilly breeze blows through a forest. Trees covered with leaves of red. Start to wobble in the wind. The bright colors slowly start to blow away. Leaving just the dull, dark, barren limbs. Longing for the day. When the warm spring breezes and the bright green. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Horvath's Huvercraft (a true story.mostly). In the dudgeons o...
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Just Write: Judgement
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This is a blog to write whatever you want and share it with your peers for appreciation and commentary. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. Do you hear that? The loud silence of your thought? Each one of you is judging me. Judging my clothes,. Judging every little word. That dribbles out of my mouth. But amidst your judgement,. Do you really care what I have to say? Do my words really matter to you? Or am I just another student? Another canvas for you too paint your thoughts? But I dont want to be your art. And no...
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Just Write: Moving Fast
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This is a blog to write whatever you want and share it with your peers for appreciation and commentary. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. Is as bright as a yellow raincoat,. On a gray gloomy day. It is released from the pitchers palm,. Like a cheetah racing against a turtle. It soars through the air,. Like a bird flying over the ocean. The batter blinks,. And does not realize what just went by. June 16, 2011 at 5:22 PM. On a gray gloomy day. and It soars through the air,. Like a bird flying over the ocean. I hav...
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Just Write: Mixed Up
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This is a blog to write whatever you want and share it with your peers for appreciation and commentary. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. Poctnarstiotin. I dno't konw waht to psot. June 15, 2011 at 7:34 PM. June 15, 2011 at 9:12 PM. Wow, haha, i liked this a lot, i just read through the whole thing even though i had no idea what any of the words actualy said. This was great and very interesting, good job, and thanks for posting it. June 15, 2011 at 9:17 PM. June 16, 2011 at 5:39 PM. This was probably one of the ...
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Just Write: Meaning
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This is a blog to write whatever you want and share it with your peers for appreciation and commentary. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. The word with no meaning,. Or with countless meanings. That mean so much,. But can also mean so little. 8220;I love you.”. The phrase with no meaning,. Or with countless meanings. That mean so much,. But can also mean so little. Like a messy old doormat. That is torn to shreds,. Being stepped upon with dirty feet,. Over and over and over again. It used to mean. Its the little ...
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Just Write: Wait
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This is a blog to write whatever you want and share it with your peers for appreciation and commentary. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. My mom said he'd come back. She told me he'd realize he was wrong. She said I was beautiful and he too would realize it someday. Then I hit the point where I couldn't wait anymore. The pain of watching him look at others, the way his eyes followed everyone. That was it,. I'm done waiting mom. No more will I put myself through pain to try and wait. I will no longer wait. In the...
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Just Write: Too lazy to help
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This is a blog to write whatever you want and share it with your peers for appreciation and commentary. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. Too lazy to help. There was a man sitting on the bench at a park. He sat there for hours upon hours. He didn't care what happened,. Relaxation was more important to him than helping others. There was a robber running through the park. A cop yelled to the man,. Asking for help as the robber ran past the bench,. But the man sat there, texting, as the robber sped away. Its the li...
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Just Write: Pressure
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This is a blog to write whatever you want and share it with your peers for appreciation and commentary. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. Pressure is the weight of a 5 ton anvil. Squeezing you until you burst the word yes. Pressure can over ride someone’s continence. Like a computer virus hacking software. Pressure can cause someone to do some thing bad. While the person is herring voices inside there head with guilt so strong. It chills their spine from the inside out. Unless their hearts with god. This one rul...
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Just Write: River of Regret
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This is a blog to write whatever you want and share it with your peers for appreciation and commentary. Wednesday, June 15, 2011. Through rocks and rubble, like a freight train through a meadow. The water keeps flowing. Rocks in the river so lonely and afraid. Yet water powerful and unforgiving. It will take the rock and mold it. The rock now smooth has nothing left. Only to let the water through again and again. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Horvath's Huvercraft (a true story.mostly). In the dudge...
