As I get older, I'm obviously going to change. It's inevitable. The changes that I am hopeful for are: being happier, having good friends, being financially stable (at least as stable as a college student can be), and to have parts of my life figured out.(Parenthesis and Colons to introduce a list) In 5 years, I will not be quite as lost in life. There will be things that I will learn in college that will lead to my hopefully successful future. I will learn many things that I never will in high school.
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1/24/2018 0 Comments Journal #43: poemcarmen ate spaghetti
although she could be quite petty, the waiter asked, "would you like some cheese?" i then responded, "sir, yes please." (commas with direct address) Compared to some, I have not traveled much. However, compared to others, I have traveled a lot. In my lifetime, I have only been to three other countries - United States not included - (dashes); France, England, and Canada. Within the United States, there are many cities & states that I would love to go to (Commas with introducers). Some of these places are even here in Michigan. Some of these cities include: Seattle, Washington; Portland, Oregon; Boston, Massachusetts; Portland, Maine; and Paradise, Michigan (Semicolons in a series). Even though I am young, traveling has become very indispensable in my life. Coming from Stockbridge, I have met far too many people who have not experienced much in life. Traveling allows you to experience different cultures, different languages, different geography,(anaphora) and so much more.
It is warm, but chilly (Paradox). Leaves descend from the trees as they slowly slip into a deep slumber (Personification). They lose their customary green pigmentation, trading it in for different hues of yellow, red, orange, and brown. School has just started: students' seemingly endless months of vacation have come to an end (Colons when 2nd clause explains first).
Your Graduation.
He never thought he'd see the day when he'd let her walk away. As her silhouette faded, he stood there, watching. 3 years gone, 3 years wasted, 3 years, all for nothing (Anaphora). They were best friends for years, but she was always seemingly too blind to notice. He was deeply in love with her. Always coming to him with her difficulties, she would go on and on about the more important "him." He'd be at every party, taking care of her while she was too incoherent, hardly able to even stand. Holding her up while she sat there wondering aloud, "Can I even love him forever?" (Comma with Dialogue) He had finally had enough of the countless thoughts of her, the countless thoughts that had kept him up for countless nights (Commas in a series). This was the end of it. He turned to her, looking her dead in the eye. He told her he couldn't do it anymore, he couldn't keep pretending. That's when he told her; he told her how he had felt (Semicolons linking ind. Clauses). He then told her to forget it, that it was too late. That's when she turned and walked away. Variations of vibrant pinks, purples and blues spread across the fading blue sky, following the setting sun that was slowly beginning to disappear just beyond the fence, behind the jagged peaks that were almost ripping the cotton candy sky into pieces. She sat with her feet in the in the dirt, feeling the cold rush from the sand underneath her falling between her toes as she sat staring off into the Other Side. Occasionally, there was a coyote or two, their ribs showing from behind the matted fur coat that covered their bodies, the lack of food and water was beginning to take a toll on the little wildlife that was left in the surrounding land, would near the fence every now and then, in hopes of finally getting any food, but soon after left once realized we had just about as much as they did. Her dream was to someday run her hands across the smooth stone, feeling every little imperfection against her rough palms. To freely dash through the tall, brown grasses and vibrant desert plants with the underlying brush rubbing up against her legs as she pushed herself off into the unknown.
Soon, she was snapped back into the reality that she lived in. She looked out at the Worn down houses, tired from all they’ve been through. The many withering trees that surrounded the dusty town circle, with their roots spread out, in search of the water source they desperately needed. All around her, people hurried around. Watching the tired faces smudged with dirt, she tried to remember what it was like before all of this had happened. All she had was the tattered picture of her once together family. All surrounded by luscious green plants and beautiful flowers that varied in colors, just coming into bloom after a harsh winter, there stood a supposed happy family, now unrecognizable. With every step, what was left of the dreary pavement had been slowly eroding away, smaller cracks now moving up in size, revealing the dry sand underneath as she carefully made her way across the town. In front of her, there stood a poorly supported structure. An attempt had been made to try and make this house a home, but instead it ended up looking as worn down as the rest of the identical buildings that all stood in a line almost like a grey abandoned train that hadn’t been used in years. (Metaphor) Much like that train, these houses were once full of life, surrounded by unimaginable colors, and once happy families. Although in this home, there never really was a happy family. Her mom had been gone for years, somewhere into the endless, arid desert, leaving behind a loving family, a lost memory left behind. Carefully shutting the door, bits and pieces of dust, dirt and debris (Alliteration) fell from all the cracks in the walls and ceilings covering the already filthy floor. Her father, a guard at the makeshift police station, was working the night shift. Knowing he wouldn’t be home till the late hours of the night, she turned to sit on the old couch, the tan stuffing falling out of the cracked leather. She drifted off to sleep, not even turning a head when she heard the creak of the door as it opened and closed. Robbers.
She never wanted her life to be like this. She only ever did what she thought was right. He was dicey, but so was she. They were full of risks, together they were unstoppable, or so they thought. Ignorant to the fact of how bad they were for each other, they were slowly tearing each other apart. Robbing each other of opportunities and happiness. If only they would takes their masks off, they'd realize how wrong everything was going. None of this was supposed to happen. It has been days, or at least I think it's been days, since they last had contact with me ($5 Sentence). Being in a situation like this is scary enough on Earth, imagine what it is like on the moon. I had been hit by some ambiguity, leaving me to be stranded & alone with no contact to the rest of humanity. As I had accepted the fact that I was stranded, I began to wander, but was stopped as soon as I began (Complex Sentence). As I really stopped to take a look around at my unfamiliar surroundings, I realized that there was something looking back at me. That something was almost like a reflection of myself, same features, same height, same everything. At this moment, I knew it was over for me.
11/30/2017 0 Comments Journal #35: TV Show I Like1. How I Met Your Mother
2. Grey's Anatomy 3. Gilmore Girls 4. The Office 5. Drop Dead Diva 6. Parks & Recreation 7. Stranger Things 8. American Horror Story 9. Friends 10. Hannah Montana 11. CSI 12, Bones 13. NCIS 14. Criminal Minds 15. America's Next Top Model 16. Catfish 17. Bob's Burgers |
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