I was suddenly seized with great fright. the world as I knew it seemed to me strange even tiny almost nonexistent. this heat, which seemed to me to be overwhelming, seems to me almost reassuring, and I will even say almost heavenly.
And in a split second everything stopped. I was frozen, unable to breathe, my head, my throat all the members of my body seemed to lose their vigor with the exception of my heart which continued to pump my blood a thousand miles. my eyes filled with tears and suddenly I realized that the dark days were behind me.
Were the streets of Amsterdam always so noisy? people everywhere, on every street corner people and even more people. Queues of people who never end. Laughter, shouting and more laughter. and the time that does not help and that reminds me of the darkness of London. Rain, clouds and a gloomy atmosphere almost suffocating. I feel tired.
when this fatigue consumes me so much I do not know. it took me one morning and since then he has not let me go. what life is like living in self-taught mode? We are always in routine mode. Ahh the routine! That takes you a shot and one morning you wake up sitting on the edge of your bed you contemplate without really looking at the shoes of the job next to the shirt ironed the day before and the tie
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What is life like to live in self-taught mode? We are always in routine mode. Ahh the routine! It takes a hit when you awake one morning and sit on the edge of your bed you contemplate the shoes and the shirt of the job tidying the day before next to the tie hanging on the chair. At that moment you realize that your life if it's still a life is not even worth a thousand of that eternal existence. Leaning on the kitchen table I fix my so-called projenitures. They who have never glimpsed the sun are statically seated like stone gargoyles sourcing industrial food that my wife has to prepare with the love of her
In the poem “The Double Play”, the author uses metaphors, words, and phrases to suggest turning a double play in baseball is like a dance. Some words throughout the poem could be used to connect the idea of a double play being like dancing. One word that could suggest this is, the word used “poised”, “Its flight to the running poised second baseman” (12). Poised in this sense could mean that the player knows what he is doing and has mastered the double play, while a dancer can be poised meaning light and graceful. Another word in this poem that relate to a double play and dancing is the term “pirouettes”, “Pirouettes / leaping, above the slide, to throw” (13-14). The player is described to be doing a pirouette in the double play while in the
I packed my things into a small U-Haul. We were leaving the town I had always known, Houston, to go someplace I barely knew, a small town named Navasota. We moved when I was four because my parents wanted us to experience a small town like they had grown up in. Would I find new friends? Would the people there like me?
My body could no longer move, and everything in the room was merely a blur to me. The sounds of people talking and the birds outside merely become cold empty sounds in my ears. I could barely hear or see anything anymore. I knew my end was drawing near.
Dramatic Monologues The dramatic monologue features a speaker talking to a silent listener about a dramatic event or experience. The use of this technique affords the reader an intimate knowledge of the speaker's changing thoughts and feelings. In a sense, the poet brings the reader inside the mind of the speaker. (Glenn Everett online) Like a sculpturer pressing clay to form a man, a writer can create a persona with words. Every stroke of his hand becomes his or her own style, slowly creating this stone image.
Jackie Kranz Ms. Sentner Period 5 October 17, 2017 Ava & Lily Lily - I was bored. I had something to eat, watched some television, played with my Nintendo, did my homework, and it was still only eight o’ clock. My friend Ariel was out, and I sat looking at the goldfish swimming around their tank, wondering what I could do. Then the telephone rang, and my life changed forever.
On November 08 approximately 2000 Victor Dejesus called me to inform me that my daughter Judyann Gonzalez was not at home since early that morning. About an hour later 2100 Judyann Gonzalez called me to let me know that she was with a friend and her husband all day and she was on her way home at that moment. I called Victor Dejesus to let him know the she called me and she was on her way home. Monday November 09, 2015 at approximately 1847 again Victor Dejesus called and stated that my daughter Judyann again left the house early Monday morning. I called my daughter without any responded and I left her a message in her voice mail.
...rt. I could taste real blood leaking out of my mouth. A bolt of lightning jolted every nerve within me and an aggravating pain caused me to collapse. I was shaking and by eyes bulged out as a sharp pain forced its way through every nerve and vessel in my body. My brain was closing; I knew this was the end. My intestines felt as though they were being ripped into thin strips and blood was gushing out of me like a fountain. My ribs were being crushed into powder and a cold air entered my half open body freezing every part of me, every cell, and every drop of blood. I was iced until I suddenly froze. My eyes were still open and I could still see a little. They went. They disappeared. They ran like the wind, rushed like the waves and vanished into thin air.
Every bit of my emasculated body ached in torment. My stomach gripped in protest, as I screamed in dismay. I could here footsteps echoing in the abyss that lay outside the oak door. It was coming. All the hope I had drained away, and utter fear settled in.
As long as I’m walking with you, I’d like to sing you a song. As long as I’m sitting with you, I’d like to tell you a story about right and wrong. As long as I’m holding you, I’d like to make you feel a peace I’ve come to know.
Throughout my life, escape has come in my different forms. Less so in the form of a place, but rather in a mindset and activity that I found wholly my own, without care for the other people that shared my space who often did not view the activity in the same freeing way that I did. Though today, escape does hold somewhat more a literal place in my life, any prosimian arch I can find my way under, at a young age escape existed wholly as a concept that was only accessible to me through performance and practice. As a child, from the tender young age of three, performing was, and remains to this day, a large part of my life.
I repeated the words to myself like a mantra, refueling my energy. The wind howled around me, making tears in my eyes and the trees bow down, branches scraped against each other almost as though to greet lost friends. Light began to slowly grow around me, an expanding flame consuming my vision. I felt a wave of relief wash over me. This was it.
You often cross my mind. My friends tell me I’m crazy. Maybe I am. At times, it’s tempting to ask our friends how you’re doing. But I don’t bother.
I’ll always love you, Sydney. I hope you’re doing well. Even still, at times, I feel like it’s us. Is it meant to be? Who the hell knows, but I feel like our attraction to each other is too strong.
Dear Noah, I can’t think of anything to say right now except for I love you. I love you for wanting to meet me and when that day came you could only spend a few hours with me before you had to go to work, but when you got off of work you wanted to come over again so you could spend more time with me. A couple of days later I came down with a really bad cold and I stayed home from school so later that night you came over to watch movies, you brough me a Dr. Pepper and a muffin (the muffin tasted good btw). I love you for sneaking a couple of pictures of me bottle feeding the calf. I love you for everything you do for me.
Just like a moth drawn to a flame, I was drawn to you. Your smile made me happy, your cry broke my heart, you were my everything. My life, my world were surrounded by your well being. Every time I see you, you make my heart flutter, every time you kiss me, fireworks explode within me, even your gentle touch creates sparks that light up my world. I started to dress up for you, put on makeup for you, all I wanted to do was to look good for you.