.I see her walk down the street and can't help but think how lucky I am..1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see him walk down the street and can't help but think how wonderful he is.
I see her walk down the street and find myself asking all the wrong questions.
I see him walk down the street and finding myself asking all the questions that should be wrong.
I see her walk down the street and wonder if it's ever real
I see him walk down the street and wonder if its ever going to be real.
All these questions zoom through my head when I look at her
All these questions zoom through my head when I look at him.
Why should I bother?
When will I try?
Should I give her a chan
Writing A Story...Characters:Writing A Story...1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Name: Danielle Milon
Age: Roughly 15-16
Cardinal Trait(s): Loyalty; Friendlyness
Weakness: Trusts too easily
Most Prized Posession: Pair of sunglasses
Name: James Bertrum
Age: Roughly 17-18
Cardinal Trait(s): Ambition; Leadership
Weakness: Tends to 'Zone Out' at times
Most Prized Posession: A golden dagger
To Be Written....
Somewhere only we know"Cmon, Logan!" I call, pulling him along, towards the crystal clear waters of the riverbank.Somewhere only we know2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
"Ashe, wait up! I cant run as fast as you!" Logan protested.
"Exactly, silly!" I called back, grinning like a dork from ear to ear. My run slows to a jog, then to an even paced walk as I come up upon the sweet-smelling waters of 'Lily's Pond.'
Those who lived near the river had called it 'Lily's Pond' since forever. But to us-Logan and Ashe-it was always, and would always be Venus' River. I chuckle. Venus. Aphrodite. The Goddess of love. I glance back at Logan, smiling tenderly. "Cmon." I repeat, taking my shoes off, and sitting on the sand
Going Back to Death's DoorGoing Back to Death's Door.Going Back to Death's Door2 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
A paper about 9/11
On september 11, 2001, Tears feel from the nation--as a whole--as they watched the World Trade Center tumble to the ground in a bitter, sorrowful defeat. Ten years have passed, and it is now September 9, 2011, and again, tears fall; this time for a different reason. The tears falling today are those, still, of sorrow, but of sorrow for those whose lives we lost on that unfortunately unforgettable day.
That fateful day, then years previous, was a day of tragic loss. A day of sorrow and upmost terror throughout the nation. No one knew that would happen. No one knew if again, the nation would