I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SPELL PROSE version II There are many ways to write something like this, obviously you can tell by the title, that the first one didn't work. Let's go ahead and change format. I'm doing this journal-style. I'm alleviating the flair for the dramat...

My name is John Doe. I have decided to start a journal of poems as an outlet for all my feelings that I have experienced. I know that they are probably not the best that have ever been written but they are a way to let the emotions out. I can not keep so many things bottled up inside me. I suff...

Olin Hill English 50 One Day Part I The day was still, not a cloud in sight. The glowing sun lit the tumbling waves. The white foam smeared along the sandy beach. High above the ocean's front lie cliffs with grassy hilltops. A road wove through its tangled mess. There thoughts were bou...

The Ice Storms of Life and the Birches that Survive them After reading "Birches" by Robert Frost through many times the main thing I see is the comparison between the consequences of growing out of childhood and whether birches will survive through the harshness of winter. I kept ge...

Life of a Rich Man Christmas is my favorite time of the year. This is when I walk around practicaly eating my way through the day. There is food everywhere and people are so cheery and daydreamers that they do not stop and look at the pretty, washed dogs to feed, over the ...

Daily Grind It all starts with the annoying sound of my morning alarm clock...buzzzzzz, buzzzzzz, 7buzzzzzz, buzzzzzz. It is at that moment, I know it is time to get going- it's time for school. I see the bright reflection of the sun, shinning vibrantly off of the egg shell colored garage...

On the Outside After doing 15 years for the family Tommy Garcia was now free and wanted to get back what he had lost. As he left the gates of the prison, which had been his home for the past fifteen years, he saw his old friend Tony, standing smoking just like before. As he neared, Tony flicked...

Cameronized Denver! There are no words to describe my love and passion for the city of Denver, Colorado. The mountains, the skyline there is nothing like it. No city is quite like Denver. The most important part of why I love Denver is because I was born and raised there for 7 years. I hadn'...

School was great; it was my release from life. I had a lot of friends, I was popular, I was in orchestra, leadership, choir, French, drama, dance, president of a couple clubs, and an active member of many other clubs. I was one of the most active students in school. I was not only the class clown, b...

Cloudy Morning The morning golden sky was surrounding me in a distant haze. The sun and morning haze had started to churn and mix together. I felt as if I belonged in a painting. The beauty struck me and made me catch my breath. It was like your favorite pillow; it comforted me and made my mi...

Loneliness The beautiful young girl gradually trudged up the smooth marble steps, while slightly lifting the front of her lengthy silver silk dress out of the way as she walked. When she reached the top, she headed over to the concrete beige balcony, where a few white doves strolled around and pe...

Grow old along with me the best is yet to be. I love you not only for what you are,but for what I am when I am with you As we grow older together, As we continue to change with age, There is one thing that will never change... I will always keep falling in love with you. For, you see, each d...

The Never-Ending Struggle With the very existence of a mankind on the face of this planet came the inherent struggle with the forces of the existing world around. They are the everyday struggles brought about by the natural surroundings that we have grown accustomed to. We live with these every ...

Buzz, buzz, buzz, boy I wish he would turn that alarm off, it's just so not a pleasant way to wake up. My master does some silly things. Well I do have to go to the bathroom, so I should get up. I can't wait to see what other animals entered my yard last night as I slept. Sniff, sniff... ...

The March The rope started swaying back and forth; I couldn't seem to stay in one place. My arms began to weaken and my boots couldn't get a grip on the wall. Only about twenty-two feet to get to the top of the rope. My feet found the knots to push me up as I hit my side on the wall. ...

Joyce Carol Oates' short story, "Where Are You Going, Where Have you Been?", is about entering new uncertain future. Within only a short time Connie, the protagonist of the story, has to grow up, learn to take responsibility and face the cruel and hard reality of life. "My sweet little blue-...

A Little Helping Hand Life is different for everyone who lives it. No two people experience the same sensations, emotions or relationships. Every persons life is unique in itself, each of us have our own influences and manipulations as well as manipulators and transgressors. Events happen to...

"24 Things" 1. Your presence is a present to the world. 2. You're unique and one of a kind. 3. Your life can be what you want it to be. 4. Take the days just one at a time. 5. Count your blessings, not your troubles. 6. You'll make it through whatever comes along. 7. Within you are so man...

Blow Up The Outside World-Soundgarden lyrics Nothing seems to kill me no matter how hard I try Nothing is closing my eyes Nothing can beat me down for your pain or delight And nothing seems to break me No matter how hard I fall nothing can break me at all Not one for giving up though no...

Both Richard Wilbur and Andrew Marvell wrote poems expressing their view on the use of time. These two poets make the speakers in their poems use time as a factor to entice their women in fulfilling their desires. In Wilbur's "A Late Aubade" (which was written in a later era t...

Hero Evaluation: Their Eyes Were Watching God She was, once again, wearing the overalls that she was always so comfortable in. Her long black hair was brushed out of her face, showing her beautiful dark facial features. She was growing older, yet the radiant look on her face kept her youthfu...

You fought all through your teenage years to get out of your parents' house, have your own place and be free like them. Being free from your parents is not always so liberating once you find out what they had to go through, what it takes to live on your own, and how long it takes to live comfor...