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Anybody else write out of bordem
share your wrighting
i have a lot of errors so bear with me
An inspirational tone clasped the waves of the ocean leaving nothing no
sound no wind. The tone was of the voice in my head the waves seems to
listen with me too. The wind gloated to far from me, it never touched
me but grazed the trees above. The stars watched over me guiding me
with a little bit of light and a tad sense of direction. Even stars
give up to i said to myself, They fall and never get back up. As I sat
up off the rock i was perched on I noticed a glare across the never
ending water, It wasn't a relfection but coming from the water itself.
I walked forward till my toes felt the uneasy sand bellow them.I took
another step the water felt of nothing, I couldn't feel it. I took
another step followed by another. I was fully submerged myself and held
my breath. I never thought twice about my actions, I just kept
swimming. My lungs never felt heavy from not breathing, hand over hand
i proceeded through the black water, being guided by that light that
lay ahead. Almost there I thought. As I aproached a body formed it was
me, wrapped around in a net. My bodies eyes open slightly just gazing
at the surface of the water. i swam a bit closer, my body was bruised
and scraped. The net had no end no start and no middle, my body lay
imprisend there. My chest lay not moving no motion. I reached out to
myself, it felt cold and unnatural. As I reached my hand back to myself
I started to feel dizzy and light headed. My lungs burn in regret the
surface to far from me. I lay there in acceptance of not seeing
tomarrow. My vision slowly went blurry, as I sank into the deep dark
water. I watched my body seem to loose the glow and everything went
dark. Why am I still here I asked myself, I opend my eyes to see the
light of mourning my head was burning and I was soaking wet. I looked
around to find no ocean, no waves no beauty. The net that was embraced
among my other self lay dry and faded.
then we named the horse charlie, we have been best friends forever
just call me brooklynn
yes, but I have to present mine to the dean in a portfolio for credit. They are all too long for the attention span of newschoolers though, and I have to say probably only a dozen people on this site would even bother to read it, or understand poetry.
RIP-my ACL, MCL, Meniscus, and tendon in neck...oh and my season, job, trip to New Zealand...etc
To have a great adventure and survive requires good judgment. Good judgment comes from experience. And experience, of course, is the result of poor judgment
human nature fascinates me. we take all our best hopes and dreams, and, unprotected, we toss them mercilessly to the lions; our own self-doubt. our impeccable knowledge of our very own nature. our disposition to resist change. I lay here with two very bad tastes in my mouth. cheap liquor: the inspiration for anything I write that is more than a superficial glimpse at my personality. and of course, the disgusting taste of my own familiarity. i lay here somewhere beyond half past tomorrow, a bright and shiny future that will never come to be.
I strain towards that self-fulfillment in a constant motion that reminds me of a man in the middle of the ocean, but who will never drown. I will never slip beneath the calming hands of the sea. but the light that guides me, that is shown to me through the prayers of friends and family, is impossibly out of reach.
to someone as weak as me.
I can see their faces constantly, waiting for the day that I become a REAL MAN. someone who can ignore whatever personality defects and flaws, and DO WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE. despite the man that lurks at every bend, fighting me every step of the way. myself, my greatest, my only enemy. after all, what real adversity is there beyond yourself?
I hope this isn't too wordy. take what you want from it.
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
smokin big killa
gettin high in the benz
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