Traveling for days on end in the forest, hungry, dog-tired, and probably slightly mad, I parted the last branches in my way and came upon a strange sight. There before me, hidden for years in this vast jungle, was an ancient palace. It was probably of Mayan descent, but it had the qualities of Egyptian pyramids and the intricacy of Incan monuments. There was even a corporate edge to the place.
I was born
deaf, blind, and dumb
my hands don't move
and I can't run
nobody knows my name
and I don't have a home
I have been sick six days
but I'm not scared anymore
my Heart feels good
just as it should
because if I could Feel
I would feel the sun
and if I could taste I would taste the rain
and if I could see
I would see my Father's face
shining in September
This is my school report for plants. I was assigned to talk about the plants in the desert. Take a look and tell me how you guys think about it. This report will be broken up into a few parts so that you guys can comment on certain sections and read it easier. It will not be just one giant report.
Answer me this do you remember the Beta format? If you do not it was a format really called the Betamax which is the 1/2 inch home videocassette tape recording format introduced on April 16, 1975. It was introduced by Sony which now has a popular new format you might know. For more info on BLU RAY format look at my previous entry.
This is a short piece of satire I wrote for my lit class about the ridiculous relationship we have with food here in the United States. Consider it a commentary on society or just a random essay poking fun at food and dieting. Maybe it will make you think. Hopefully it will at least make you laugh. I'd love to get some feedback about my writing and how I can improve it. Enjoy!
Imagine, if you wish, an Earth that is perfect. A pure utopia realized on our frail and troublesome planet.
There would be no more wars. Everyone can understand others and therefore there are no conflicts between peoples of different races, religions, or orientation. Children grow up peacefully in neighborhoods where their parents don't have to worry about muggers or child abductors.
I hope that anyone who reads this will understand it the way it is meant to be understood. But that rarely is the case with any prose or poetry. Meh. Don't just think it's about me being in love or something like that. Because you'd be wrong. Terribly, shamefully wrong.
The Gilded
Gold leaf lives and ignorant ears
Versace eyes and MasterCard tears
Blank faces and dull gray skies
Voiceless songs and bitter lies.
If only they could hear
And listen
Spread to its airy thinness,
Gucci reigns supreme.
The world is lifeless, ancient
