Poems

Anger boils over in his eyes,
Baring nothing but bloodshot corneas,
Leaving a trail of hatred in the hearts of others.

Love seeps from her lips,
Covered in various shades and taste of Christian Dior gloss,
Marking its territory upon his coarse skin,on the knuckle of his hard working hands.

Lust spewed from her Aura,
Draped in a silk robe,which shield her natural glow,
Imprinting forever in his memory,bearing internal meaning.

Beauty cursed his vision of love,
Shielding his naive eye with wool veils,
Discarding his true psyche,straying him away from the missing piece.

Sadness filled his chest,creating weight upon his heart,
Stuffing his mouth with invisible cotton,
Making him speechless, and cellophane to his wife and her new lover.

Safety flees her mind,while her thoughts tear down the walls,
Exposing the heart wrenching truths that she hid subconsciously,
Trapping her in the mind of a maniac.

Outdoor Living

  Outdoor living is for a specific kind of person.Many interesting things come to mind when thinking of outdoor living.Fresh air,majestic views and an overall natual feng shui.Though outdoor living personally sounds interesting to me,most people arent accustomed to living in such manual environments.To a person living in a modern city appartment,outdoor living can be seen as an nuisance.Outdoor living requires high patience,and natural understanding.
   Cities are the opposite of basic outdoor living. Cities are crowded and shallow persay . Smog kills the naural air along with light pollution.In my opinion cities lack creative,do to the exciting but farely convention entertainment options available.While outdoor living is seen as a bore,the opportunities are capricious and exciting. No night is predictable outdoors due to the phenomenon of nature,organisms and life itself.
  Appartments are another way of constricting the average joe.Appartments have assigned rooms compared to outdoor living which constantly changes.Not only is it mentally challenging,it provides an amazing reel of experiences.
   Outdoor living is much more healthier on our bodies also.The fresh air and greenery contribute to clean lungs.The average city appartment dweller may despise the ever changing stability of the outdoors but it is honestly much more beneficial.The natural nutrients aids our psyche,relieving stress,and creating understanding.
    Overall people residing in large cities don't exactly agree with outdoor dwelling,but could learn alot from it.The experience could change many lives,in my opinion.
   

"My Journey on a Pirate Ship"

Write a story titled,"My Journey on a Pirate Ship."You and your friends can star in the story.

Once upon a time,there were 5 mighty pirates on a shabby ship sailing across the big blue.A flag bearing OD$ waved from the highest point of the sail. The ship was old yet detailed,and very swift. The pirates were in the captain quarters , preparing for the storm vastly approaching. Tension filled the room ,when one of the pirates spoke on the unspeakable. "Last comrades,tonight withholds the breeze of death.The OD$ amour has has served us well ,but it is uncanny. Soon she will fall,and by soon,I mean tonight," whispered Bre,the head deck watch. "Never,your foolery is mistaking.Nothing fails in my grasp,"yelled Woop,the ships artillery expert. She slammed her glass down,spilling whiskey on to the map."You belligerent.You damn useless drunk.With all due respect,this isn't your ship,it is mine.Besides,you couldn't lead a horse"gloated Talor,who in which indeed run the ship. Her snooty way of control was unbearable.Her eyes scanned everyone in the room until they locked,connecting with mine.She grinned."Chavonne.Clean up this mess,"showboating to everyone in the room with one glance.I lifted my head,just as a tear rolled down my cheek,"Dammit,what don't you understand?We're sitting ducks,when the storm arrives we might as well wak the plank,"i said with desperation in my voice."What do you think this is?Entertainment?!Stop your over exaggerated plea for attention.Trust me,we'll be fine,I know what I'm doing,and I am always right,"interrupted Chas,the sassiest pirate of us all.She had been the decision maker alongside Talor for years.In anger I left,heading outside to see the progress of the storm. Through the thick mist,I discovered a ship with two figures waving arms in distress.

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Write a story titled,"The Bat Who Couldn't Fly."

Once upon a time,there was a boy named Domen. Domen was always alone,for he was born with a clepped pallet.Besides the fact he was different from all other teenage boys,he was bared weird facial attributes,rather than his immediate family,who in which had a reputation for being charismatic.All the other boys ridiculed him for his unique attributes.He also received constant slurs from his mother,who in which also shared one of his undesirable traits.She hated herself,and hated the fact she didn't give her husband the normal son he desired.For his mother,Rosaline, had Amblyopia (Lazy left eye).His father,Richard was constantly worrying about the family reputation.He made Rosaline cut diagonal bangs to cover her eye.Domen was forced to learn how to play the piano,paint and sing for entertainment. Richard deeply believed he could mask his child's appearance by maximizing his creativity skills.His long stringy hair covered his disfigured eye.His head hung low,along with his shoulders in public.Domen was homeschooled his whole life to avoid civilization,until senior year.He was depressed,and humble but eager to understand the world around him.Domen figured when he turned 18,he can live among everyone he once hid from,just to find himself.

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