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I am Summer sun, from fresh smell of cut grass and the light breeze. I am from the little cottage along the lake. I am from the heart flower bush, the tall pine trees that shade the cottage. I am from the family sunday night dinners and the dimples on my face, from Jean and Dave and The Cataniaâ€... - Poetry > Free VerseA young boy sits. Free, wild, adventurous. Plenty of time. Starting to find himself- The first for everything. A old man sits. relax, calm, tired. Not much time left. Started to lose self- the last goodbye....
- Poetry > All PoetryThe rock was at the bottom, from the month of October. The Swirl of loneliness waits, like a giant rock in a tree. At the center of boredom starts, When the ocean wave hits. A Start sounds like yellow little lab, running through the tall green grass. The col...
- Poetry > Free VerseDays I feel ocean blue; quiet, shy and out of place. My mind gets far away, where my body waits and stays. Other days I feel violet purple; Loud, comfortable and free. To be in my true skin, where I be who I am. I feel these all the times. THe colors define what makes me....
- Poetry > Free VerseThey are the four years that have changed me. I am the only one that has seen it change in me. Four mediocre years with many ups and downs. Four that are suppose to be unforgettable. Four lame excuses of years of high school. From a distance they seem so slow but in reality the fastest years of our ...
- Poetry > Free VerseThe rain was pouring, but I walked and listened to each drop hit the sidewalk on my way home...
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- Poetry > Haiku
- Nonfiction > Educator of the YearAs I walk down the halls of Arrowhead High School, my eyes make contact with Mrs. Hamilton. I try not to make contact with her, but it is too late. She is like a vulture waiting for the perfect prey to come along, and I was that prey. “Hey Katie! How are your classes going this semester?” she a...
- Nonfiction > SportsThere on the field, I protect the thing that changes the game. The goal. Playing defense is not easy, with each touch of the ball being critical to our team. USM runs down the field like a herd of bulls, striking at the goal. But I keep my stick down and head up. My vision becomes clear as my nervo...
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Guide > College EssaysThroughout my life, it has been a constant battle of people telling me that I cannot do something and me proving them wrong. To get where I need to be, I need to work harder at things than normal people. My dad always said to my teachers, "You do not see all the work she puts in to excel in s...
