https://www.echeat.com/ 2021-01-29T12:30:36.63-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Hi-45506.aspx (*You are like Covid-19*) Come nigh, little closer, Ah! Pour it, puff after puff. My body is asleep, engulf it, and it will yield. Ugh! Ugh! Arrest the lungs, the throat inconspicuously. Tear 'em apart like you did with the heart long before. Let 'em know how it is to die and be alive, like Schrödinger's cat, simultaneously. Come, make me immortal tonight. I tremble but I must live one night from all these years, before what remains is a mere baggage of bones. Come, make me 2020-06-07T00:31:50.89-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/You-are-like-Covid-19-45492.aspx Ignorance Everytime we close our eyes, Trying to remember our mother's lullabies Warm tears, sparkling like diamonds Running down our cheeks, hiding behind eyelids When we look in the mirror and all we see is hate There is no one to break our fall except fate We judge our eyes, ear, and...oh did I mention that nose is fake You people are fickle, you criticize until we break  They say "God" created us all equal and that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, But how can you say that, you hypocrite, let that smolder Because while you sit on a throne of discrimination We scramble and hide to find our place in this nation He can't even go home to his family because of his sexual domain He loves his partner but his fathers inane She breaks her back at work everyday, does more than any man will ever do in a decade But still riding on her gender, her paycheck begins to fade And when you see us crawling, fighting with need You kick us down for the feeling of greed He tries to get a job and because of the complexion of his pigment, They don't hire him, nada, that's the end of this segment She walks down the street covered from head to toe, with only her eyes to show It's her beliefs but that doesn't make the dirty looks a lesser blow We fee; the hurt and the pain everyday. While you sit on your asses in Tampa Bay And when we can't be accepted in society, We don't know any other way for prosperity So we find a way to numb the pain The drugs, the razor biting the skin, the sex with mysterious men Anything with a gain Please don't hurt us, please don't shut the door in our faces  Because we always seem to wake up in stranger places Believe us, because this world should not be dog eat dog, it should be full of empathy Way past the point of poetic sympathy Break our bones, our courage, our love but inspite of it all We fight on so that we're with the ones we love on the day that we fall Drag us out and hang us like a beacon  Because we are not the ones who should be beaten  We are the kings of the world, no prejudice only love Because love is love even when push comes to shove Please enlighten us on how being different is bad And we promise you, despite the real truth, we won't be mad He's in love with his boyfriend. He asked him just 2017-11-22T03:56:18.65-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Ignorance-45399.aspx PART A The literary pieces stream with much information on the existence of humanity. The poets express themselves in the most genuine manner, conveying a particularly important subject concerning man and the natural world. In so many ways, human beings have interacted with the natural world and learned from the intricate details of nature the real existence and cause of events. The four poems, Grass, Cuttings, Birches, Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening, address the common theme of man and the natural world. In the particular poems, the subject is revealed as the individual factor that the poets base their recounting of experience. The interaction between man and the natural world could cause happiness or destruction. The poem, “Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening” presents adequately the relations existing between humankind and the natural world. The poet spends his time in the woods at the time of narration. He strikes self-dialogue, having been motivated by the surrounding. The writer admires nature and intends to have a close contact with it just when there is the opportunity. He states that before the owner of the woods sees him, he will “watch the woods fill up with snow.” His expression denotes the longing he has to interact with nature even if it means to steal the experience (Frost and Jeffers, 1978). The poem provides the lyricist the opportunity to encounter nature through sending him on an errand. The exposure he has to the woods is fulfilling that in the end, he contemplates sleep. The satisfying aspect of the natural world to man is expressed in the poem in a direct way when the speaker says; “the woods are lovely, dark and deep.” It is without a doubt that the contact between human beings and nature produces a pleasant affair. On the other hand, when the poet indicates that it was “the darkest evening of the year,” the site is perceived to be a dreaded one (Frost and Jeffers, 1978). In other words, the interaction with nature, in this case, seems to bear something sinister. Therefore, the presence of the speaker in the woods endangers his life. The poem, “Grass” represents the position of the natural world in the life of humanity. It provides that nature keeps the events of the human beings within itself, erasing any thought that something ever occurred. The poet adopts the voice of nature to show its 2017-04-08T09:30:27.493-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/The-literary-pieces-stream-with-much-information-on-the-existence-of-humanity_-The-poets-express-themselves-in-the-most-genuine-manner,-conveying-a-particularly-important-subject-concerning-man-and-the-natural-world_-45306.aspx 2016-06-15T03:36:55.233-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/A-Character-Analysis-on-Olsen-s-I-Stand-Here-Ironing-35202.aspx “We allow our ignorance to prevail upon us and make us think we can survive alone, alone in patches, alone in groups, alone in races, even alone in genders.” – Maya Angelou. Now imagine a scenario where one man is isolated from the rest of society, having to accomplish all his daily tasks by himself. Slip into this man’s shoes and wonder how it would feel to live a life such as his. Such is this emotion a reader goes through from reading Alone by Maya Angelou. Maya Angelou is a prominent contemporary poet that was well-known for poems such as I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings and On the Pulse of Morning. As an African American woman born in the early 1900’s, Maya Angelou went through many hardships during the course of her life and often shares her experiences of those sorrows in her works. In the poem Alone by Maya Angelou, Maya Angelou does not simply make the point that no one can make it through in life alone, but does so in such an impactful manner that she is able to induce vigorous emotional feelings such as sadness and a reflective mood. Angelou first establishes the main theme by incorporating uses of deep allusions to the bible and also introduces a character that embodies of all mankind. Lines 4-5 of stanza 1 become the most vital part of the stanza, as this is where the allusions are mentioned. After setting up the mood by creating a scenario where Angelou’s character is first lying back and thinking about her life, she immediately goes soul searching and voices her thoughts on life. In these lines, Angelou talks about her wishes in this hunt, saying that she wants to find her “soul a home” (3) “Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone”(4-5). At first, it seems really confusing because it’s very contradictory for “water” to be “thirsty” since it’s supposed to quench a human being and it’d be weird for “bread loaf” to be “stone.” However, upon further research, one can see that Angelou’s uses of references are actually very strong and hits the heart. These two lines are an irregular use of diction, suggesting that this person’s soul is lost. The protagonist’s life could potentially be upside-down and she is stuck in an alternate universe where “water” is in fact “thirsty” and “bread” 2015-05-18T17:45:51.237-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Alone-Lack-of-Happiness-35112.aspx Municipal Gum was written by Oodjeroo Noonecaal. Municipal Gum is about the changes in society and the tendency of people to want to control everything. Oodjeroo uses various techniques to convey this idea. At the beginning of the poem Oodjeroo is addressing the tree. This immediately creates empathy for both the tree and her people. By the last line she has emphasised this with the pronoun “us” to show that they suffer a similar fate. This poem expresses how life in Australia has changes especially for Aboriginal people. In the first half of the poem Oodjeroo is talking about how life was for her and others. It explores the changes in society and the displacement of the Aboriginal people from their land. “Whose head hung…Its hopelessness”, the author uses this as further re-iteration of the immorality of the situation and by the use of analogy comparing the tree to her people to further emphasise the shame and lack control of that the Europeans have inflicted upon her and the environment. Oodjeroo uses extended metaphor technique in the very first line of the poem ‘Hard bitumen around your feet’. This means that the gumtree has been placed in the city scape where it is suppressed and not allowed to spread out and be unique in its own way. This is clear and immanently direct link to the pain and suffering endured by the Aborigines post European settlement. Oodjeroo uses vivid language to present these ideas. For example the use of the word castrated is very effective. The connotation of the word is very demeaning. With castration often comes a sense of a loss of pride and power. The word castration is symbolic of how Oodjeroo feels the European have treated Aboriginal people and the environment. Castration also refers to the fact that what is done is done. Nothing can undo what they did and the damaged they have caused. Other symbolism includes the title “Municipal Gum”, municipal meaning community, implies that the gumtree belongs to the community. One of the vast differences between European and Aboriginal law is that Aboriginal people did not believe in the ownership of land or of animals and plants. Municipal Gum is a reference to the Europeans assumptions that everything is theirs to own and control. The rhetorical question, “O fellow citizen, What have they done to us?” is the conclusion of the implications that have been made throughout the 2013-09-11T06:42:15.193-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Municipal-Gum-34959.aspx Municipal Gum was written by Oodjeroo Noonecaal. Municipal Gum is about the changes in society and the tendency of people to want to control everything. Oodjeroo uses various techniques to convey this idea. At the beginning of the poem Oodjeroo is addressing the tree. This immediately creates empathy for both the tree and her people. By the last line she has emphasised this with the pronoun “us” to show that they suffer a similar fate. This poem expresses how life in Australia has changes especially for Aboriginal people. In the first half of the poem Oodjeroo is talking about how life was for her and others. It explores the changes in society and the displacement of the Aboriginal people from their land. “Whose head hung…Its hopelessness”, the author uses this as further re-iteration of the immorality of the situation and by the use of analogy comparing the tree to her people to further emphasise the shame and lack control of that the Europeans have inflicted upon her and the environment. Oodjeroo uses extended metaphor technique in the very first line of the poem ‘Hard bitumen around your feet’. This means that the gumtree has been placed in the city scape where it is suppressed and not allowed to spread out and be unique in its own way. This is clear and immanently direct link to the pain and suffering endured by the Aborigines post European settlement. Oodjeroo uses vivid language to present these ideas. For example the use of the word castrated is very effective. The connotation of the word is very demeaning. With castration often comes a sense of a loss of pride and power. The word castration is symbolic of how Oodjeroo feels the European have treated Aboriginal people and the environment. Castration also refers to the fact that what is done is done. Nothing can undo what they did and the damaged they have caused. Other symbolism includes the title “Municipal Gum”, municipal meaning community, implies that the gumtree belongs to the community. One of the vast differences between European and Aboriginal law is that Aboriginal people did not believe in the ownership of land or of animals and plants. Municipal Gum is a reference to the Europeans assumptions that everything is theirs to own and control. The rhetorical question, “O fellow citizen, What have they done to us?” is the conclusion of the implications that have been made throughout the 2013-09-11T06:32:05.74-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Municipal-Gum-Oodgeroo-Noonuccal-34958.aspx To My Lost Ruby For She was seven and I six...yes six And never knew I that weird pull Verily too strange for any such kids, Though not that strange that one forbids. Of course not of 2013-04-11T03:46:20.2-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/To-My-Lost-Ruby-34855.aspx A MOMENT WITH THOUSAND TASK Time flew on never to revert those faded moment, Just a single chance it endow, to yield and to nurture. Every day is a golden opportunity and anew respire, Either employ to secure or peter-out into thin air. Memoir is for the dwelling soul to rejuvenate their love ones: Pondering and recalling for coping those empty spaces; The only channel to sail along abreast the dark shadow, Mentors and inspire life to cede example and to acknowledge. Yesterday is the only hope for the departed to bequeath, There’s no more tomorrow nor will be today. No more day or night nor would be the year. Same as the time never to come back 2012-11-16T08:45:58.04-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/A-MOMENT-WITH-THOUSAND-TASK-34743.aspx Life is like a River As I pass through life, I am floating like a fish Going thru a stream with no knowing if I Will survive the journey as I pass all the Obstacles of the predators, rocks and Jagged traps of the riverbed and cold Ice like waters which sting like 2012-10-10T13:29:50.443-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Life-is-live-a-River-34665.aspx The adage "easy to learn, hard to master" has never been more appropriate for a video game for Guild Wars 2. This also explains, in part, the commitment of the players under. The game has five difficulty modes: Normal, Nightmare, Hell, Armageddon (a novelty) and 2012-08-31T02:25:25.843-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/A-final-strength-is-exceptional-Guild-Wars-2-34639.aspx You feel lonely during your trip "Diablo 3"? No hesitation, a mini-pet is the perfect companion to keep you company, or even perhaps help you during your walks " Diablo 3". http://www.buyswtorcredits.net/ http://www.cheapswtorcredits.net/ The ability to have a mini-pet to your side came with version 2.0, to the delight of fans of the little beasts and collectors. Several types of mini-pets are: The mini-pets like "Journeyman" (They have no "qualification", they "serve" to keep you company, you are cute and all follow in your explorations.) , those of type "Warehouse" (they are lucky to 2012-08-03T02:10:05.83-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/During-your-walks-Diablo-3-34612.aspx In the wake of the recently released film, Race to Guild Wars 2 First World (dt, the race for first place) were obtained from the producers of the film a number of interesting video interviews with players from top guilds like Method worldwide, Paragon or Ensidia on Youtube asked. I want to introduce in the near future as all the videos briefly summarized in German and discuss the issues raised with you. The guild Method I told you lately so often been presented. Among her greatest achievements include the World 2nd kill of Ragnaros HC, 2012-07-24T01:10:15.52-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/The-code-and-data-agree-on-Guild-Wars-2-34603.aspx There was a tale of a friend of mine, Who told me that finally she got the right one, It supposed to be an euphoric matter; Of course it was. I know she really meant it- Just on how she praised and adored him. He was her type- The kind that every girl dreamt of, Mr. Husky with astonishingly good-looking, Made her went jelly on each step and move he took- She thought she deserved it. She was drowning in a flow that she called love. Considered that they were born to be together, Vowed that would always be there to each other, Did hefeel the same? They met on the dance floor, His fellow told him that the girl was the queen here, He admitted it as her sashay walk caught his sight, Her attractive moves and magical touch weresuch a spell on 2012-05-29T08:59:35.103-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Be-tough-enough-34580.aspx I melt inside I am worth for a minute of your time I really wish it were only you and me I am jealous of everybody in the room Please, Do not 2012-05-28T08:02:40.807-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Do-you-hear-me-34579.aspx I am dying inside… Silence falls. No word spelled. What a huge wound, It is invisibly bleeding non-stop. Cannot hide my depressed face, I feel remorse at the same time… All I hear is ticking of lacerates. Malediction the hell world for being unfair Does not it is fair enough? For letting you face the world- the real one. Shut up, darling. Stop staring at me with your poker face Do not you see I am going insane? Look. Eye not in my eyes, not even my body- Never Heart... here. Please? I hear you laugh- loud. I see you smile- big. It was not supposed to be comical- I guess so. Why you made me considered myself as an idiot on my own stage? You just cannot see mine, really. Mine, which you played with. Wait. Am I asking for sympathy? Am I wishing my baby to be sympathetic? I am touching my encephalon to make sure I did not lose my mind. At least 2012-05-28T07:54:11.43-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Of-my-very-first-love-34578.aspx 2011-11-09T06:21:56.88-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/safwqq1-34330.aspx 2011-11-09T06:19:19.847-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/asds-34322.aspx Trust is what binds us two faith 2009-03-13T09:04:56-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/What-Binds-Us-Two-34011.aspx Every new day , gives a new hope to me. one day gets less from the list of days left to make you come close to me . Its feels so good , helps me not get rude. With everyday which passes makes us more close, seems like life is fragrance of rose . These 7 months of fun, show that we are one. The day you entered my life, see since then life has been so nice. Now am sure our dreams gonna come true, because true lovers are very few . I dont know in which i should thank you, you have made my life like a beautiful heaven which no one can even 2008-10-09T08:34:57-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/New-day-New-hope-33799.aspx From these past two three days , am afraid seems like you have gone away, please make a way at least a ray. I don' want this rage, The way u rave , was like a wave. I hope this is blunder of my mind, nothing on its way go unkind. I know am not suppose to be scared , but what can i do when situations get weird. force me to think this dear , and that's when i tear . In spite of being aware , that you gonna be always there. Then why do i have this fear What made you think i take your love for granted, love is all i wanted i never took it for granted . Why do you think i always pray, that you never get away , & our love always stays. Am sorry i have always given you pain, that's 2008-10-09T08:14:45-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/I-m-scared-33798.aspx These months which count seven have been like time spent in heaven..... don't know shona from the time you have left life is so messed..... i don't want to rest just wanna do my best ..... just dying for this time to get 2008-09-17T06:10:43-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Seven-Months-of-Heaven-33718.aspx This is for my special brother like whom their can be no other... when the first time we talked it gave peace to me i very well knew you would be always there for me .. the way we began was as common as any new piece of strand ... who knew it would turn into such a beautiful alliance with me being always on your reliance... you have always made me cherish and made my pains perish ... hey brother i salute you for this its the best gift a brother could give .... i can never forget may 8th you made me realize that life was great .... thanks for giving me a chance to be your sis i assure you it has been more then a bliss .... i never thought i would be 2008-07-04T15:28:30-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Dear-Brother-33630.aspx Dear, by what you said ,you almost took away my breath, You 2008-02-26T13:44:09-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/I-wish-I-Could-Stop-You-33525.aspx Life is not easy to live....... don't have anything to give..... i think i`ll never have importance of financial wealth, only what matters to 2008-02-12T12:33:38-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Why-Should-I-Live-33519.aspx Am sitting in my balcony, being treated worse then a pony, even she would have had a better life, but 2008-01-27T11:09:27-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Life-is-lifeless-33510.aspx What should i do........ am confused with my studies,with my new group of friends they are same , now seem very few seem to 2008-01-20T15:25:41-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Missing-You-33499.aspx Friends!Friends!Friends! What do parents think ? They are worlds new trend, They don`t understand my joys & sorrows with them, They think my feelings are absurd, How will i make them understand they are worth. My love for them is abyss, So what are my desires . Am so sick of their thoughts, So why cant i turn them off!!!!!!!!!!! Its rediculous I cant get over their thoughts . Am so sick of love songs, so 2007-09-30T05:31:06-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Friends--33340.aspx Padded Room In the quiet of my padded room, While insanity sets in, My room is comfortable and safe, So either way I win. The monsters can’t get me, And the voices will go away. Medication’s no longer a problem. I’m slightly more sane today. Don’t take me from me padded room, I swear I’ll go insane. Well, insane again, to tell the truth; Soft walls to ease my pain. Hallways Down the hall, on the end. Down the hall, first one on the right. Down the hall, gate A11. Down the hall, room 13. An illusion of freedom; But we are still stuck in the hallway. Down the hall, again. Down the hall to nowhere. The essence 2007-05-31T04:22:01-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Padded-Room-Vs_-Myself-Collection-by-Jessica-Benigno-33244.aspx Relationships Past and Present Collection By Jessica Benigno [color=blue:405a67778d]Mel Untitled You kissed me goodbye this morning My heart skipped a beat Am I falling for you? I'd give you my whole heart If we could both stand the pain. Hearts and Hurt Hearts in our notes, Hearts in our heads, But are they in our souls? We hold back for fear of hurt, Never really loving, And in the end it just hurts worse. Just love me to your full extent; I am already. I know you have scars but so do I. Untitled She's already bored. I swear I'm going to die. What happened to my adored? Why am I once again to cry? I'm numb. I hate life. Once again I have given too much, And gotten nothing in return. Apples and Oranges Apples and oranges don't mix They don't belong together They can't be combined But people still try You be my apple I'll be your orange We'll be unaccepted But it's not like we cared anyway Untitled There's a doorway between us: You have the key, But someone else has the lock. The closer I inch, And the worse that happens, The farther you float away. Alone again Asking myself Why am I not worth it? Everyone is leaving; My world's being torn apart; And I seem like the only one who cares. Remising Echoes/u] I long time ago I could still feel you Still smell you Still taste you But I tried to block it out Blank it out Forget about Now I'm searching for the echoes For where the love goes My scarlet red rose But the echoes are gone And I'm wondering when they left.[/color:405a67778d] [color=green:405a67778d]Ryan [u]I miss... The tender feeling of your fingertips brushing against my skin... The rush of ecstasy when your teeth graze the hollow of my throat... The waves of sensuality that pulse through my veins when we kiss... Your gentle caress that makes my whole body shiver... The way my mind yearns for your touch...[/color:405a67778d] [color=darkred:405a67778d]John Strain + Struggle Another oops. More disappointment. I can see it behind your smile. I know you too well To be fooled by such transparencies. Of course you smiled When I asked, But the smile was stale; Overused in spite of yourself. JB(squared) The softest lips I've ever felt The sweetest kisses too I've never tingled as much as this Than when I am with you Morning glories hinted sweetly Your kiss enticed me so And yet I know it will get warmer As this fire begins to grow Hands touch with longing Lips want for embrace Please don't leave me waiting So steady the pace Crystal eyes of steel Catch every move I make And always on my face A smile that won’t break Just to whet my appetite I'll tease you for a while But I can tell what's on your mind When I see that half-way smile You'll tease right back and taunt me so With electric fingertips And move 2007-05-31T03:46:36-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Reltionships-Past-and-Present-Collection-by-Jessica-Bengino-33243.aspx Padded Room In the quiet of my padded room, While insanity sets in, I am comfortable and safe, So either way I win. The monsters can't get me, And trhe voices will go away. Medication's no longer a problem, I'm slightly more sane today. Don't take me from my padded room. I swear I'll go insane. Well, insane again to tell the truth; Soft walls to ease my pain. Razor Blade Heart cracked but not broken Pride shattered into a thousand peices Cut myself just to feel the sting To replace the pain, if only for a moment I can't 2007-05-31T02:53:09-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/A-Small-Collection-of-Poems-by-Jessica-Benigno-33242.aspx Imperfect This numbing feeling eclipses the sadness that I should be feeling... why am I so numb? Is everyone else like this? This thing we call feeling, do we all just pretend to have these amazing emotions that no one ever really expiriences and then just lies about? Why do I want this so badly but can't seem to feel it.... love so absrtactaly evades my every touch. Touch the burning candle so someone can help me feel it the way I "know" I should. Where are the warm fuzzies I've heard so much about? Even pain is less intense, the same scars hurt less or not at all. All is numb..... fleeting glimpses of pain, desire, dessperation, and...once...of love. Is there no more love to extract from my condemed soul? Soul is dead. No trickle of happiness to spare for the shattered peices of my heart? More abnormal than I before, empathy is at a loss to help, and I see no one in the dark screaming abyss that is my world. Worldy 2007-05-31T02:50:02-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Imperfect-by-Jessica-Benigno-33241.aspx The sun rises for a new summer day. School has ended, but now the real work starts. In the garden, the children have their parts: Mowing or weeding or shoveling hay, Canning or watering-not time to 2007-05-25T21:30:33-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Sixties-Summer-Day-Sonnet-33227.aspx Now you know just how I feel I should've let you take the wheel My finger tight around the hatch Hoping something soft would catch We have now plummeted to our death Only you can hear my last breath I wanted this to happen Yet I’m scared while your 2007-04-03T21:46:37-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Who-s-Driving-32894.aspx I knew it I told you Why didn’t you listen This would have never happened I’m sorry Its my fault I didn’t follow my gut But you don’t remember You never will In trouble, In pain Because of me Worst is you don’t remember what you gave to me And I’m not talking about the bruises Will you ever again Doubt it You don’t know how much i care I wiped 2007-04-03T21:22:58-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Sober--32884.aspx Is love really a gift worth fighting for, Or is that merely what we want to think? What if it turns out he was with some whore And the relationship begins to sink? His gift of love is now a Trojan Horse Attacking from the deep depths of your heart Betrayal, like the flu, must run its course Sinking in like the poison of a dart. But somehow its worth taking a slight chance To hear those three simple words “I love you” And feel his arms around you and his hands When 2007-03-15T23:53:37-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/14-Line-Shakespearian-Sonnett-32802.aspx You could never imagine the pain i feel, when i start to question what is real...... I have this fear of never being satisfied, i can't find stable happinessbelieve me, i've tried.Please know it's not easy, thinking I might live life until i die,wondering if i'll ever be satisfied.Who else could I blame myself for my insecurity? Sometimes i hate my cynicism, which only results in vacillation,i get caught in the whirlwind that circulates through my mind. i take a breath 2007-03-02T23:12:14-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Are-You-Real--32699.aspx What does it mean? It means love and caring. love in our hearts. 2007-02-19T20:39:27-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/America--32651.aspx You could never imagine the pain i feel, when i start to question what is real...... I have this fear of never being satisfied, i can't find stable happinessbelieve me, i've tried.Please know it's not easy, thinking I might live life until i die,wondering if i'll ever be satisfied.Who else could I blame myself for my insecurity? Sometimes i hate my cynicism, which only results in vacillation,i get caught in the whirlwind that circulates through my mind. i take a breath 2007-02-19T20:38:03-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Are-You-Real--32650.aspx A Mother's love is somethingthat no one can explain,It is made of deep devotionand of sacrifice and pain,It is endless and unselfishand enduring come what mayFor nothing can destroy itor take that love away . . .It is patient and forgivingwhen all others are forsaking,And it never fails or falterseven though the heart is breaking . . .It believes beyond believingwhen the world around condemns,And it glows with all the 2007-02-19T20:28:32-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/A-Mothers-Love-II--32649.aspx M" is for the million things she gave me, "O" means only that she's growing old, "T" is for the tears she shed to save me, "H" is for her heart of purest gold; "E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining, "R" means right, and right she'll always be,Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER," A word 2007-02-19T20:27:12-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/A-Mothers-Love-32648.aspx When God created teachers,He gave us special friendsTo help us understand His worldAnd truly comprehend The beauty and the wonderOf everything we see,And become a better personWith each discovery. When God created teachers,He gave us special guidesTo show us ways in which to growSo we can all decideHow to live and how to doWhat’s right instead of wrong,To lead us so that we can leadAnd learn how to be strong. Why God created teachers,  In His wisdom and His grace, Was to help us learn to make our world 2007-02-19T20:24:56-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Why-God-Created-Teachers-32647.aspx "Happy Birthday" means much more Than have a happy day. Within these words lie lots of things I never get to say. It means I 2007-02-19T20:23:36-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Happy-Birthday-32646.aspx Twas the night before Christmas And all down the block PBCC students had gathered For a party that would ROCK There were three ping pong tables And four kegs Five old school sound systems And a 2007-01-22T20:23:13-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/PBCC-Xmas-Party-Poem--32429.aspx I thought it was a great day but really it was bad, I heard a girl call my name but I didn't see who it was I thought she was my friend but was only a young girl. I heard her say whats your name you seem very kind I started to laugh and walk away without asking what her name was. (next poem) The year go on and on and on but I'm about to graduate I heard that some of my friends were moving and some were going some other school I ask everyone that I like were there going they say either Sherwood or Barton I just wonder what school to 2006-12-07T02:41:28-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/A-Bunch-of-Unknown-Poems-31912.aspx Why God Created Teachers When God created teachers,He gave us special friendsTo help us understand His worldAnd truly comprehend The beauty and the wonderOf everything we see,And become a better personWith each discovery. When God created teachers,He gave us special guidesTo 2006-11-14T23:44:54-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Why-God-Created-Teachers-31734.aspx The poem seems to express Larkin's thoughts as he views the room that was once rented by Mr Bleaney. He can see that Mr Bleaney lead a lonely life, at least for the time that he rented this room, and as he sees this as a reflection of his own life, he is unable to criticise it. The main themes expressed in the poem are loneliness and the shallowness of human life. The room, as it is described by Larkin, is very monotonous and boring, with no exciting features. The curtains are “thin and frayed” and the bed is “fusty”, evoking the idea of decay and death, and of course it is in this room where Mr Bleaney died. The landlord refers to his death as “they moved him”, implying that he died in the “fusty bed”. The indifferent language used by the landlord suggests that he does not care for the ending of Bleaney’s life, reinforcing the theme of the loneliness in Mr Bleaney’s life and the shallowness of other people. This also suggests that his life was inconsequential to the other people around him. It is understood that Mr Bleaney had no possessions because he rented a room that has “no room for books or bags”. This enforces the opinion that his life is worthless and insignificant. This is echoed in the final stanza, where Larkin suggests “that how we live measures our own nature”. He believes that the lack of possessions in Mr Bleaney's life is a direct measure of his life amounting to very little, because he is alone and poor. But he does not mock Mr Bleaney or look down on him because he is very aware that he is in fact living a life of paralleled existence to that of Mr Bleaney. They have ended up renting the same room and therefore suggesting that both men have very little, if any possessions. As he looks out of what was Mr Bleaney's window, he seems very unimpressed with the surrounding area. All he can see is “a strip of building land” suggesting that he is not looking at a landscape worthy enough of being depicted in an oil painting. It is “tussocky, littered”, meaning that the grass and vegetation is growing in clumps scattered over the strip of land. He also dislikes the “frigid wind”, and the unfriendly way that it is “tousling the clouds”. He is 2006-11-05T12:06:15-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Discuss-Larkin’s-portrait-of-Mr-Bleaney…-31701.aspx Prepare 2006-10-19T03:04:11-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Prepare-Yourself-For-The-Coming-31541.aspx Death of a love Let me die in your arms With your lips upon mine, Let me taste your sweet breath Like a sweet mellow wine. There was much I could live for With you by my side, But I’ve nothing to gain, Now that your love has died. Make my heart beat again Put breath back in my lungs, Kiss me tenderly darling Lets caress with our tongues. Hold my head to your bosom, Run your fingers through my hair, Kiss my eyes very gently, Act like you really care. As I die now in spirit And yet my body goes on, Hold me tenderly darling, I’ll be gone before dawn. 2006-10-19T03:02:22-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Death-Of-A-Love-31540.aspx Back Again I am writing this poem To get off what’s on my mind There are so many mixed emotions You will be afraid of what you'll find There is so much anger, Feelings of hate and despair I got so much shit to deal with And not one person could really care. I get treated and spoken to Like im nothing but a bag of shit I don’t get an ounce of respect or anything Why don’t these people get it? I’m another person just like you I have feelings too, can’t you see? The way i've been treaded lately Just pisses me off I want to flee I’ve thought of ending it But that would just be low I'll be hurting everyone else I'll be 2006-10-19T02:59:39-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Back-Again__--31539.aspx You are the soft wind in my hair That softly caresses my skin You are the woman the world is in love with So what kind of chance do I have to win? Meet me on the wind swept 2006-10-19T02:52:50-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/You-31537.aspx Burdened Once upon a time My heart could really soar. The sun was high, and so was I, Thought I’d live forever more. I’d give anything to fly again, High above the clouds and rain, I’d fly so high, so very high, Way above the hurt and pain. Such poisoned thoughts Have filled your mind, I had no idea, You were so unkind. Rakish deeds, What purpose there? Smile I beg you And cease that stare. Wounds are not upon my flesh And scars you cannot see My hearts been tortured every day And it is hurting me. Why do you treat me So 2006-10-19T02:48:52-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Burdended-31534.aspx Insanity Once upon a time Before the world had gone insane Children played in April showers Now we hide from acid rain. A man was safe to walk the streets With his family by 2006-10-11T04:04:05-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Changing-Times-II-31515.aspx No more clouds in the morning It was way back in history When I was so young When I worshiped the sunrise And the gold web it spun. When the mist turned to dewdrops On the leaves They would cling When the 2006-10-11T03:59:58-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Changing-Times-31514.aspx Think 2006-10-11T03:56:38-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Think-Of-Me-Once-in-a-While-31513.aspx To Win War is hell my little one, I smell fear in each breath. Like horses that gallop to battle, Enraged, by the foul stench of death. This war has no room for the innocent, For dreamers in castles of sand, Young men, from all walk of life Do the killing, at one mans command. Slain by the white fire of the gun, Corpses litter the earth. In a valley not far from here, A woman prepares to give birth. Obliterate all of my senses, Empty my chalice that’s filled with sorrow, Reach out to that man across the field, Let us build a better tomorrow. These bloody lagoons of misery, Darkened by clouds of despair, Here, stench offends my nostrils, With each breath I gasp for air. Eerie, almost ghostly, A voice invades my mind. Before me stands a demon, Grotesque, with one eye blind. Insanity is my excuse, Nightmares turning real Panic strikes, deep in my heart, Like a jagged piece of steel. One more step towards me, And the thing falls in the mire, An injured enemy, extends a hand, As he begs me, “Please don’t fire.” What the hell 2006-10-11T03:49:58-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/War-31512.aspx Personal finance is the study of personal and family resources considered important in achieving financial success. It involves how people spend, save, protect, and invest there financial resources. It includes budgeting, tax management, cash management , use of credit cards, borrowing, major expenditures, risk management, investments, retirement planning, and estate planning. Chapter one says personal financial planning is the development and implementation of coordinated and integrated long range plans to achieve financial success. Most people learn finance from there bad experiences, therefore they have unhealthy habits. A trade-off is giving up one thing for another. Financial objectives are rarely achieved with out fore going or sacrificing current consumption. By investing your money in savings you can invest for long-term goals. Most people need to assume some form of financial planning to achieve their financial objectives. Financial planning should reflect an individual's or family's values and life-cycle circumstances and include appropriate objectives in three broad areas. Plan for spending, plan to counter risk, and plan for capital accumulation. Success in financial planning requires an understanding of one's values, explicitly stated financial goals, certain assumptions about the economy, and logical and consistent financial strategies. Financial statements are compilations of personal financial data designed to furnish information about the way in which money has been used and about the financial condition of the individual or family. The balance sheet provides information on what you own, what you owe, and what the net result would be if you paid off all of your debts. The cash-flow statement lists income and expenditures over a specific period of time, such as the previous month or year. Your personal values are the starting point in financial planning and budgeting. Budgeting is a process of projecting, organizing, monitoring, and controlling future income and expenditures. The purpose of budgeting is to reach financial goals. In the goal-setting phase of budgeting, goals must be specific. In particular, they should contain dollar amounts and target dates for achievement. In the organization phase of budgeting, which focuses on the structural and mechanical aspects of budgeting choose a recording format, select either the cash or accrual basis of accounting, choose various budget classifications, and select the time period for the budget. It is important to maintain a positive attitude toward budgeting and to maintain flexibility. The decision-making phase of budgeting requires you to make realistic budget estimates for income and expenditures as well as to resolve 2006-05-12T02:29:34-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Personal-Finance-28837.aspx Cultural practices and traditions, have led to debates and wars for centuries. Cultural differences have enabled us to learn more about the world and the people around us. In Alice Walkers The Secret of Joy, the practice of female genital mutilation, is being discussed as ethical and cultural relativism at its finest. The idea of female genital mutilation seems barbaric and wrong to western society. With the pain and health problems that are directly inflicted by the practice, there is a reason why people believe it is unethical. The story of Alice walker can be perceived as an attack on ethical relativism. The practice of female genital mutilation has been going on for centuries. For people to understand the tradition of this practice without living through with in that culture is very hard. The tribal way of thinking may seem primitive, but it is a tradition that is seen as religious and ceremonial. The practice to them is normal and brings intrinsic value to them. The story shows a very horrible side o this practice. An opposing story could have been about a wife enjoying her life because of her traditional practice. There is an argument to the attack of ethical relativism. These tribes are usually male run tribes. The procedure is done for male gratification. Knowing that his wife will be a virgin, and will stay faithful, because sex will not be pleasurable. Could it also be an egocentric religion that says women are loose and unclean if female genital mutilation is not performed? By a religion saying this, it is sure that if you do not perform this practice you will be an outcast. Therefore you are put in a place as a lady in this society to have no choice but to perform these acts of female genital mutilation. Over periods of time, the women in the region are excepting with this tradition because it is all they know. Giving a choice and correctly educating them on the pros and cons, they may choose not to perform this surgery. The theme of female genital mutilation, ethical relativism is a problematic moral theory. I believe there are so many negative components of female genital mutilation that are negative, that this practice should not be performed. I firmly do not believe these girls are giving an option to do this procedure, but are obligated under their ethical code to perform these rituals. 2006-05-12T02:28:13-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Female-Genitalmutalation-28836.aspx The Bat Poet is a lively and imaginative children's story. Jarrell uses poetry and criticism to make the story a tool, in which a young person interested in poetry can use. By giving the characters anthropomorphic qualities and themes, Jarrell gives meaning to his story. The Bat Poet gives the central characters depth and reality. The Bat Poet is about valuing one's individuality. The story opens on a porch in a place where animals can talk, and humans are virtually non-existent. The bat is a character that is very unchanging. He questions why all the bats want to go to the barn. He does not want to go to the barn and would like to stay on the porch. The bat learns to trounce the desire to be like everyone else. He comes to comprehend that being different can really be fun and interesting. Jarrell's main character is the bat poet who is relentlessly at odds with his comrade bats and the other animals. When he learns to trust his own instincts, about poems, rather than follow the example of the other bats. He takes a critical step in discovering who he really is, but loses what he was. The bat realizes that being away from the other bats is rewarding in some ways, but not in other ways. The other characters include the chipmunk, which always tells the bat what he wants to hear. He is the positive reinforcer to the bat. He creates an in depth security for the bat to confide in. He helps the bat become independent. He also brings the bat to realize that he should tell the other bats his poem. The mockingbird was another character. He used constructive criticism to help the bat become a poet. He helped the bat with structure and conformity of the poems. The mocking bird was more of a symbol then a character. Much like his name implied he mocked other creatures. The exact opposite of what the bat was doing. The bat try’s to find greatness in others. The bat questions in a poem he writes why the mockingbird try’s to get rid of other creatures. At first the mockingbird is mad, then he realizes that the bat was just trying to understand the mockingbird. The bat begins writing poetry to help with his emotions of being away from the other bats. He starts waking up in the day 2006-05-12T02:26:13-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Bat-Poet--28835.aspx Booker T. Washington lived from 1856 to 1915. He was one of the most influential black leader and educator of his time in the United States of America. He became prominent largely because of his role as founder and head of Tuskegee Institute, a vocational school for African Americans in Tuskegee, Alabama. Washington believed that African Americans could benefit more from a practical, vocational education rather than a college education. Washington believed that blacks would be granted civil and political rights after gaining a strong economic foundation. He explained his theories in “Up from Slavery”. Booker Taliaferro Washington was born a slave in Hales Ford, Virginia, on April 5, 1856. After the government freed all slaves in 1865, he and his family moved to Malden, West Virginia. Washington worked in coal mines and salt furnaces while he lived there. From 1872 to 1875, he attended the Hampton Institute, an industrial school for African Americans in Hampton, Virginia. He became a teacher at the institute in 1879. Washington based many of his educational theories on his training at Hampton. Booker T Washington learned that through primary vocational educations, that one can have a starting point. He was never against blacks getting a higher education. He knew he didn’t want to be a puppet to any political party. He had a keen sense of the corruption of politics. During his life he learned many things. He started his life in slavery and from there became one of the greatest influential speakers for African Americans. He learned that know one else was going to help him become an educator but himself. So with intrinsic motivation he started his own school to teach others what he has learned. Washington was often called by some African Americans an Uncle Tom. He was thought to be to liberal in his beliefs about educating blacks. He believed that if blacks had a strong vocational education, they could use it as a stepping stone for beginning a better life, just as he did. He believed with a strong foundation African Americans could work there way to the top. Opposition to Washington came chiefly from W. E. B. Du Bois, a historian and sociologist. Du Bois criticized Washington's educational and political philosophy and practices. Du Bois supported higher education for talented African Americans who could serve as leaders. He feared that the success of Washington's industrial school would limit the development of true 2006-05-12T02:23:27-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Booker-T-Washington-28834.aspx In his poem 'Mending Wall', Robert Frost presents to us the thoughts of barriers linking people, communication, friendship and the sense of security people gain from barriers. His messages are conveyed using poetic techniques such as imagery, structure and humor, revealing a complex side of the poem as well as achieving an overall light-hearted effect. Robert Frost has cleverly intertwined both a literal and metaphoric meaning into the poem, using the mending of a tangible wall as a symbolic representation of the barriers that separate the neighbors in their friendship. The theme of the poem is about two neighbours who disagree over the need of a wall to separate their properties. Not only does the wall act as a divider in separating estates, it also acts as a barrier in the neighbors' friendship, separating them. For the neighbor with the pine trees, the wall is of great significance, as it provides a sense of security and privacy. He believes that although two people can still be friendly neighbors, some form of barrier is needed to separate them and 'wall in' the personal space and privacy of the individual. This is shown through his repeated saying, 'good fences make good neighbors' (line 27). The neighbor's property is a representation of his privacy and the wall acts as a barrier against intrusion. The poem itself is a technique Robert Frost uses to convey his ideas. Behind the literal representation of building walls, there is a deeper metaphoric meaning, which reflects people's attitudes towards others. It reflects the social barriers people build, to provide a sense of personal security and comfort, in the belief that barriers are a source of protection, which will make people less vulnerable to their fears. Robert Frost's ideas are communicated strongly through the perspective of the narrator in the poem, the 'I' voice, who questions the need for barriers. The use of conversation and the thoughts of the narrator reflect the poet's own thoughts. In line thirty to line thirty-five, the narrator questions the purpose of a wall. He has an open disposition and does not understand the need to 'wall in' or 'wall out' anything or anyone. One of the poetic techniques that Robert Frost uses in 'Mending Wall' to convey his ideas, is imagery. In the first eleven lines of the poem, it is used to describe the degradation of the wall, creating a visual image 2006-05-12T02:17:28-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Mending-Wall-by-Robert-Frost-28833.aspx A foolish boy met a foolish girl And they let their 2006-04-06T03:21:12-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/A-Ballad--28668.aspx in a daughter eyes i can see no wrong she believes in me and her faith is strong i would 2006-03-30T05:28:25-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/My-Daughter-28649.aspx Tis may i say i hear you now the one shouting out those bitter vows they stick in my head like a switchblade knife cutting my life into rigged strife where are you now you run away from the vows we took on a hot summer day you run into the arms of another for gosh sakes little boy cant let go of your mother run along cry in pity for you done it to yourself you made my life miserable, you made it hell tell her how you lied and beat me blue tell her how i was good to you oh no 2006-03-30T05:25:20-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Baby-Boy-your-a-Coward-28648.aspx Little girl your quite the trude in fact, i think you are aweful rude you sit there with that frown upon your face as if you live in shamed disgrace whats wrong with you, you bitter child do you not know how it feels to smile do you not know what it feels like to be loved caressed or touched, kissed or hugged you foolish child, get up from there what is it you find so intriging to stare take my hand lets run away i will show you life in a different way i am sure you feel as if no one cares but there are good genuine people out there you can feel wanted, and needed in life no 2006-03-30T05:17:34-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/When-a-child-feels-alone-Adoption-28647.aspx when walls come down like the fallin rain will i hear your voice will you speak my name will you evn acknowledge that i exsist on a planet so cold in bitter bliss will you walk past me grab my hand, kiss my face tell me that i am the 2006-03-30T05:10:24-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Will-you-want-me-28646.aspx Love me for the way that i am not for who you want me to be I came to you the way i am and now you cannot see me I wonder just how long it will take for you to open your eyes i walk past you everyday in grace though 2006-03-30T05:06:45-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Love-me-for-me--28645.aspx When a frosted swan raises eternal wings And the wind blows a thousand sacred songs When smoky note across the glorious rings And a dancer leaps even though the day is long. When peaceful laughter cascades across a room And clear eyes of earth fleet a heady glance When marble figures shimmer in the moon And I see two smiles entwined in radiant dance. Then I remember how in the day we met As dark images of reminiscence show The 2006-03-19T20:09:18-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Frosted-Swan-28595.aspx Chaotic outrospective silence Behaving across the 2006-03-15T15:53:49-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Live-and-Let-Die-28558.aspx There's a sense of longing in me As I read Rosemary's letter Her writing is honest Can't forget the years she's lost In isolation She talks about her love And as I read "I'll die alone" I know she was aching There's a certain detail seen here The pen must have slipped to the side And 2006-03-14T19:39:10-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Isolation-Years-opeth-28557.aspx neutral abstract thru out wishes symbolic influence by desires & nothingness... oriental fog assumed physically... the self walk thru instinct mad ride by the insight, flirted emotions by the dark side... mind drifting by sense of contradiction. spelling eyes lost in the image motions of roses dancing for nothing... i'm resting, & i wish not... exploring, but i'm not... willing to be fre lost to be me... holding the candle, waiting 2006-03-14T19:34:38-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Deseased-Infection-28556.aspx The rise within silence The smell of orchids The eye of ears... Diplomatic aggressively In footsteps. Running, yes I am... Funeral death in imagination, Moronic fall thru deepness I’m tripping on a silhouette... Murdering the sweetness Heading my target, The doll... Raping the wall By a moronic insight, The 2006-03-14T19:26:08-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/The-Black-Prayer-28555.aspx Flowing out of time Seizing the moment at it shows Rivers glowing but no one To hear… Sliding in the hours of time But what matter can it shows Symphony of old intentions Never landed on truth…. Silent eyes showing the reasons In nowhere……. Mind flipping in a highway Of moronic fields Sharing the less But gaining the best… Sometimes I despair at whom I’ve become… Sign of willing But hey it’s all inside! Being out there Singing for the moment That loudly famous song Is within ur mind Dying to be your 2006-03-14T18:36:08-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Shining-Night-28554.aspx THE PASSIONATED DEZIRES OF RIDING FREE... THE OFF LIMITED ABSTRACT OF RAISING MADNESS... THE SPIRITUAL INDEPENDENCE OF APPLE JUICE... INSANE TIME FLIRTING REALITY CURVING THE MIND THRU TRUTH... EXPLORING, HEALING BUT WAITING TO BE FREE... LIVING THE SPACE OF 2006-03-14T18:26:59-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/DUST-28553.aspx Uplifted by time Sensually into reasons Of life… Nothing matters like It seems No 2006-03-14T18:23:32-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Cradle-of-Time-28552.aspx Shining with no Light... Being what it should Be... Watching with no Reason to smile! Seeing the reason Why I’m smiling! Swimming in the ocean Of time, Knowing why I’m Laying down! Throwing on The laugh-term of Mind... Flaming out 2006-03-14T18:10:09-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Back-up-Soul-28551.aspx Holding on for the night Sleeping like a trip to be Flying like a bird to see Smiling but why not? Swimming like a ghost trying to be alive I feel myself out in the air Sharing the feeling of in-dependency I’m here right down the lign The lign of reality Amazing to let go To the road of death Shiny star Cosmos alive in my heart I just want to talk my mind Let go to nowhere Fire burning .... Rising motion to be not here Loving my watch how it 2006-03-14T17:49:59-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Ancient-Aboveness-28550.aspx Male Idego Man's righteousness and understanding not by the clothes he wears Nor by titles of ordination or birthright,or by oaths they do swear The individual mind interprets and discerns the words not a human ear. King Arthur and his knights spent a lifetime searching for a holy grail Knights of the round table planning their journeys without one single female If mankind's journey continues to be singular it is guaranteed to fail. Since time began man has lived with the grail as it sits upon his head A center for every and all human thought and intent until it is dead The evil one understood 2006-03-05T00:03:25-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Poetic-Philosophy--28530.aspx "The Male God of I Am" I have a mind, energy, senses, and think; so therefore I am Just one of the two earthly genders, as a male; human man. The gift of a mind to learn, understand and a right to chose To believe, accept and more important; the sole right. to refuse. Our mind is condtioned by the environment, time and its habitat A lifetime of questions, thought and answers finally to give back. The mind is affected by corruption conflict and also confusion Years of denial , suppression and unauthorized, family intrusion. Thoughts produce words and actions and also their earthly intent Evil is acknowledged not just by acts but really what they meant. There is a right and wrong along with tragic accidents and mistakes Evil hides its intent by wearing the other side of a Janus mask face. Evil is cold, destructive, inhuman,and too often painful and cruel For centuries dnd too 2006-02-28T23:34:53-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Poetic-Philosophy--28521.aspx Elie Young, knind, resourceful Son of Chlomo Who feels the need to explore the mysticisim of his faith, empathy for others, and great love for his father Who fears for his father life, his own life, and his 2006-02-12T22:50:59-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Poem-on-the-novel-Night-author-Elie-Wiesel-28485.aspx My heart is filled with love for you, My soul wants to be with you, Can’t stay anymore far from you, Come to me, I 2006-02-05T08:44:34-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Do-You-Love-Me-28469.aspx What in the world was this suppose to mean. He thought he was dirt, but now he is holy. NOT! You do not get holy from commiting suicide. You need 2006-01-22T18:47:16-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Piece-Of-Dirt-28452.aspx To say ‘hello’ They only want to, Just to visit then go, That’s all they intend to, do. We always think, That they’re gonna hurt us, But it’s not the case, They are 2006-01-22T14:53:22-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Aliens-28451.aspx A whole new country and a whole new rush. With much anticipation, We are finally reach our destination. Despite pitiful confrontations, Our group still remains… 2005-12-01T05:00:12-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Ziplining-in-Costa-Rica--28145.aspx I often wonder, what’s the point of living, if we just die in the end. Is there a reason to be here? or should we just fade away instead. People say we’re here to love I wonder if it’s 2005-11-05T22:23:32-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/What-s-The-Point-of-Life-28084.aspx Langston Hughe's poem "Mother to Son" On the road of life, many trials arise that one must overcome to make his or her life feel complete. In Langston Hughes’s poem, “Mother to Son,” these trials are a subject of concern for one mother. Hughes’ “ability to project himself” is seen in his use of dialect, metaphors, and tone. Although the dialect by itself does not seem to be an important quality, however, “when it is presented with all dramatic skill”, it is important. In “Mother to Son”, Hughes uses dialect to show that the mother is not as well educated as many people. When she says phrases such as “For I’se still goin’, honey,” it is understood that she means that she is still going, even though it is not clearly said. The dialect may also show what area she may live in. When she talks about “boards torn up” it shows that she was from the poor part of the town. It does not seem relevant that she has torn up boards, but these are not found in a wealthy person’s mansion. Although the grammar of this dialect is wrong, it makes the woman seem more like a real person and less like someone who is fictional. Another quality that is prevalent in this poem is its metaphors. The extended metaphor, which is a metaphor that is stated and then developed throughout the poem, is that the mother believes that “Life for [her] ain’t been no crystal stair”. By explaining this to her son, she says that her life has not been fancy or easy, but she is getting by. While climbing her stairs she is “reachin’ landin’s, / and turnin’ corners, / and sometimes goin’ in the dark”. Although these are “homely” things someone may face on a staircase, they actually mean things that she has encountered in her life. She says that she reaches landings, which means that she has come up on place where she could rest. When she says she turns corners, it is when her life changes and she has to turn away from her original path. Her final comparison is when she goes in the dark, which are times in her life when she does not know what she can do to help herself. The metaphors in this poem show a conflict in the mother’s life and make the poem 2005-09-14T00:04:07-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Langston-Hughe-s-poem-Mother-to-Son-27961.aspx and now i concede on the night of this fifteenth song of melancholy, of melancholy and in this next line ill say it all over again that i love you, that i love you i don't are what they say i don't care what they do coz tonight ill leave my fears behind coz tonight ill be right at your side the clock on 2005-07-20T13:27:57-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Broken-Sonnet-27343.aspx I've been dreaming for so long To see you smile right back at me From where you are I've been wishing for so long To see you smiling back at me Like I'm somebody special But as I aged and as I changed I left it all behind Coz now your calls seem kind of mellow Will I run to you Even if I'm losing hours Even if I'm losing hours of sleep Even if I'm slowly moving away I've been down to long Yeah I know Because the radio's been playing that same old song That same old song About this regular guy With 2005-07-20T12:50:15-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Waiting-For-You--27342.aspx Eons pass and the worlds corrode... As time pass the story unfolds... For mistakes are made and lies are told... But in the end what matter holds... The hard work and suffering called fool's gold... Or yet the true happiness the one I yet not hold... Eons pass and the worlds corrode... As time pass the story unfolds... For mistakes are made and lies are told... But in the end what matter holds... The hard work and suffering called fool's gold... Or yet the true happiness the one I yet not hold... Eons pass and the worlds corrode... As time pass the story unfolds... For mistakes are made and lies are told... But in the end what matter holds... The hard work and suffering called fool's gold... Or yet the true happiness the one I yet not hold... Eons pass and the worlds corrode... As time pass the story unfolds... For mistakes are made and lies are told... But in the end what matter holds... The hard work and suffering called fool's gold... Or yet the true happiness the one I yet not hold... Eons pass and the worlds corrode... As time pass the story unfolds... For mistakes are made and lies are told... But in the end what matter holds... The hard work and suffering called fool's gold... Or yet the true happiness the one I yet not hold... Eons pass and the worlds corrode... As time pass the story unfolds... For mistakes are made and lies are told... But in the end what matter holds... The hard work and suffering called fool's gold... Or yet the true happiness the one I yet not hold... Eons pass and the worlds corrode... As time pass the story unfolds... For mistakes are made and lies are told... But in the end what matter holds... The hard work and suffering called fool's gold... Or yet the true happiness the one I yet not hold... Eons pass and the worlds corrode... As time pass the story unfolds... For mistakes are made and lies are told... But in the end what matter holds... The hard work and suffering called fool's gold... Or yet the true happiness the one I yet not hold... Eons pass and the worlds corrode... As time pass the story unfolds... For mistakes are made and lies are told... But in the end what matter holds... The hard work and suffering called fool's gold... Or yet the true happiness the one I yet not hold... Eons pass and the worlds corrode... As time pass the story unfolds... For mistakes are made and lies are told... But in the end what matter holds... The hard work and suffering called fool's gold... Or yet the true happiness the one I yet not 2005-05-29T02:02:18-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/The-Poem-The-World-Corrodes-26799.aspx I looked upon the demon's gaze. I saw the fire tat burned a haze. She pierced my heart with open wound. Then I bleed very soon. Yet when time pass wounds would close. For yet another day the demon rose. She held 2005-05-25T23:10:23-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/Demons-26716.aspx If Life Would Give 2005-04-07T08:27:27-04:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/If-Life-Would-Give-Second-Chances__-26471.aspx The Men Forsaken Two men met each other in a bad 2004-12-24T01:57:20-05:00 http://75.150.148.189/free-essay/The-Men-Forsaken-26025.aspx