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"Music is what feelings sound like....": The Ability to Escape
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Music is what feelings sound like.". To access my essay blog. Wednesday, February 22, 2012. The Ability to Escape. Author’s note: So as a society I think we have a problem. We find all these things that help us escape reality, escape the truth: alcohol, food, drugs. In Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde a potion is used. Eventually this “escape” takes over completely. Why do we think running away from everything that’s hard in life is going to help us? Cool air burns the raw of my throat. My palms wet with fear.
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"Music is what feelings sound like....": I stare
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Music is what feelings sound like.". To access my essay blog. Thursday, May 27, 2010. Author's note: This is a poem regarding theend of the year. The hall seeming to go on forever. Children's voices, gone. Teacher's books, packed away. Flash through my mind. No one present to fill the scenes. I'm leaving these halls. No longer will I read those books. No longer will I open this locker. No longer will I sing in this choir room. There was a little more time. May 27, 2010 at 12:37 PM. May 31, 2010 at 2:31 PM.
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"Music is what feelings sound like....": Fog.
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Music is what feelings sound like.". To access my essay blog. Friday, February 10, 2012. Author's note: This is my short story response to the second part of Dr. Jeckyll and Mr. Hyde. I tried to capture the repetition of face the author uses and the underlying mystery affect seen in "fog". Fluttered and my gaze switched to the window. Light poked through the deep mist. I stood up slowly, with quivering hands I grabbed hold of the cane leaning against the cold, cement wall. I wandered to the window. My.
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"Music is what feelings sound like....": May 2010
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Music is what feelings sound like.". To access my essay blog. Thursday, May 27, 2010. Author's note: This is a poem regarding theend of the year. The hall seeming to go on forever. Children's voices, gone. Teacher's books, packed away. Flash through my mind. No one present to fill the scenes. I'm leaving these halls. No longer will I read those books. No longer will I open this locker. No longer will I sing in this choir room. There was a little more time. Friday, May 21, 2010. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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"Music is what feelings sound like....": December 2009
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Music is what feelings sound like.". To access my essay blog. Thursday, December 24, 2009. Wednesday, December 2, 2009. In the novel,. A young man is overcome by the burden of love; he falls for a cold hearted, beauty that he knows will hurt him in the end. He presses on, believing the two of them are destined to be together. “The unqualified truth is that, when I loved. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Write with better diction and mature tone. Haggard because of past suffering. Uneasy feelings of doubt.
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"Music is what feelings sound like....": January 2010
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Music is what feelings sound like.". To access my essay blog. Sunday, January 10, 2010. After reading this section of the novel,. An emptiness in his heart was longing to be filled. He needed more out of his life. Continuously, he went on about his regular schedule, finding no excitement or passion. Then his mind was opened to the land of ideas and imagination. The words he read off a simple page found meaning in his heart. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Write with better diction and mature tone. This is my...
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"Music is what feelings sound like....": March 2010
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Music is what feelings sound like.". To access my essay blog. Monday, March 29, 2010. A poem in relation to the novel. By Barbara Kingsolver. In this poem I put emphasis on helping those who are less fortunate. Have you ever considered? Have you ever wondered? Wondered what it’s like. Wondered how they survive. Wondered why not me. Have you ever cried? Cried for their pain. Cried for the unfortunate. Cried for those who barely survive. Have you ever wished? Wished you could stand by them. Continue stylis...
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"Music is what feelings sound like....": November 2009
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Music is what feelings sound like.". To access my essay blog. Wednesday, November 18, 2009. Visiting an Innocent Man. Tuesday, November 17, 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Write with better diction and mature tone. Haggard because of past suffering. Uneasy feelings of doubt. Thnking deeply about something. Odd, strange, bizarre. Taylor, Jeremy, Jennifer, Elli, Liv, Jake. How to make peanut brittle! Click on picture to view recipe. 3 Bucolic (nature setting). 4 Vehemence (feeling expressed with force).
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"Music is what feelings sound like....": January 2012
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Music is what feelings sound like.". To access my essay blog. Tuesday, January 24, 2012. Short Story Final: North. Author's note: This story doesn't exactly reflect real events but there's a lot of emotion in it that I exaggerated. My fears are beneath the events of this story. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Write with better diction and mature tone. Haggard because of past suffering. Uneasy feelings of doubt. Thnking deeply about something. Odd, strange, bizarre. Taylor, Jeremy, Jennifer, Elli, Liv, Jake.
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"Music is what feelings sound like....": February 2010
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Music is what feelings sound like.". To access my essay blog. Thursday, February 18, 2010. You've been there through it all. Wiping the tears from my eyes. Telling me it will be okay. Laying by my side until I stop crying. Waiting for me to fall asleep. Holding my hand to scare away the nerves. Sitting in the stands. Smiling at me when all I can do is frown. Saying I love you every chance you get. Checking up on me when your worried. Running this race called life. Right by my side. You'll always love me.
