A photograph is a moment in time caught in a single image. It is something to always be cherished, so as not to ever forget that time and place in ones life. It can also be used to capture a beautiful and unique image. Black and white photographs could also be considered an artform. They are a way t...

Fulcrum Celestial sat with about two-dozen of her best friends. She was dressed head to toe in the latest gear. Her shoes were black patent boots with a slight heel and glistened silver in the bright artificial light. Her silver pants had a slight flare to them, flowing around her boots and ...

Eyeless If someone would have taken me outside and told me to look at the night sky and tell them what I was thinking, two weeks ago I would have probably said some idiotic remark like, “Cool.” If they asked me what I thought about space, I probably would have coldly answered, &#...

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'...

"The Chrysanthemums" John Steinbeck, in his short story "The Chrysanthemums" depicts the trials of a woman attempting to gain power in a man's world. Elisa Allen tries to define the boundaries of her role as a woman in such a closed society. While her environment is portrayed as a tool for...

The hunched backed old man with the black overcoat passed by my frosty window just as he had every other Christmas night. I always wondered about the strange, unclean man. Every year around seven o'clock he would slowly stride down my street carrying a beat up old box in his left arm with a ...

True Beauty – American Beauty and Mythological Undertones . American Beauty, the winner of five Academy Awards, examines the captivating representation of the American Dream gone askew in the complex 1990's society. American Beauty was released after the dot-com rise and fall that cr...

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...

An Unforgettable Memory Photographs are simply frozen moments in time. They are still memories, telling without words a story from the past. These are memories that seen in the future cause thoughts of "what if", "what could've happened," or "what didn'...

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...

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...

Living through Others' Experiences! Randall Jarrell was born in Nashville, Tennessee in 1914. Jarrell earned bachelor's and master's degrees from Vanderbilt University. In 1942, he enlisted in the Army Air Corps, but soon left the Air Corps for the army experience, which provided m...

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...

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...

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...

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...

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 ...

Mommy's Love "Oh my god Megan! She's not alright." I shouted to my husband, as I lifted my child's head, looking at her forehead covered in blood. Above her right eye I could see her skull. The smell of burnt rubber lingered in the air. A bystander helped me pull my limp child out of the b...

My emotional anguish has become my physical pain. Am I imagining these physical symptoms I am having? Am I causing these symptoms? How do I get rid of them? How do I make others believe they really do exist? On Friday night after the Knicks vs. Nets basketball game in Madison Square Garden, I ...

Phoenix Jackson's Symbolic Journey Everyday people encounter obstacles that stand in the way of their goals. Phoenix, in "A Worn Path", by Eudora Welty, has a mission to accomplish, but many things stand in her way. When she finally makes it, she has conquered her goal for that da...

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...

Meet Jane Doe. Jane is sixteen years old and is "down" with all of the most popular trends. In the morning, Jane washes her hair with Fructose Fortifying shampoo and conditioner. Under her massage therapy showerhead, she rinses away the sweet smell of Plumeria from her Bath and Body Works body wa...