Wednesday, May 26, 2010. Look at how it starts so small and takes very long to grow. Just thinking about being a tree seems like it would tiring. Well maybe not tiring, but just dull. I should not judge the tree. Maybe the tree likes how long it takes to grow. Maybe they just know how to wait. Maybe I am the one whos life is dull. I think that I am young and do not understand yet. I wonder when I will understand.

An Essay Exploring Two Very Similar Poems. Many poets have written about their dreams of the world, a utopia of thoughts and feelings expressed through pen and ink, but Percy Bysshe Shelley and Matthew Arnold each have their own way of writing about this topic. I like this sentence because it states the message I send to the reader clearly, but also contains enhancing writing style. Who will always care,.

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Tuesday, May 25, 2010. Your brain is a magic place. They all ride the pink roller coaster. The wires in your brain. Connect the facts and figures. And send them down the chute. So you can answer the question. There is a special neighborhood in your brain. Where the dreams and memories live. The dreams live in shining jars filled with stars. And one jar is opened every night. And next to the dream jars. Replay the movie of your life. Scraps of you past float around.

9th Grade English, Pine Point School, 2009-2010. A noiseless patient spider,. Ever unreeling them, ever tirelessly speeding them. And you O my soul where you stand,. Surrounded, detached, in measureless oceans of space,. Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing, seeking the spheres.