Friday, March 10, 2006. My brain, it feels the strain. I try to stop the flood. The crud is rushing in. In like a swarm of bees. Oh, my god, I am allergic to bees. I try to get away. I am covered in the crud. Do I need a shovel. Or a new pen? Where do these thoughts come from. I try to write about love, and flowers. The power to see, the brighter side of me. I long for the sun to shine.

I am a college student who likes to write to express my feelings. Monday, April 24, 2006. Chapter 5 spoke about story. A Story has to have a conflict, crisis and resolution in order to be a complete story, it shapes up what they are talking about and what they are trying to express what they are doing. I could not find a story in the Antholohy book but i found a few that I thought was interesting in the Burroway book. If you want to read it, its in the Burroway book on Page 203.

These will be blogs telling you about my creative writing class in college. The knowledge that is learned and what goes on each day. Also, i will be posting my own work on these blogs, that will obviously relate to this specific creative writing course. Sunday, April 23, 2006. You were once the Kleenex to dry my eyes. You were once the voice to stop me from my cries. You were once the arms that held me tight through the night.

Breaking the Mold without Forgetting the Old. Sunday, April 30, 2006. I look around and I see you here. You work so much in my heart and every other heart here all at once. I would be in bondage and in cage of suffering. Thank you for your Spirit. Sunday, April 23, 2006. It is for all to see.

Monday, April 24, 2006. What if someone lie to you about there past, will you forgive them or will you break up with them. Mistakes happen, and individuals wish they can change them, but unfortunate we cannot. Will you believe them? Things happen every day, and by the second. Time travel so fast sometimes I wish I can slow it down.

Hi my name is Tyler Locke. my major at suny canton is forest technology and i plan to transfer to wanakena ranger school to become a forest ranger. i like the outdoors and i like to hunt. i am also a voluteer fire fighter for Canton, NY. Sunday, May 07, 2006. With day turning to night quickly,. The moon reflected light as it gleamed. While peter played the piccolo,. He the pickle between notes. Resting on the shoulder a mango gave out a weep,. He sprung forward crying out about the pickle in his eye.