post the paragraph of writing you are most roud of, I'll post mine in a second

The grate was slowly filling with the ash from the wood, it had nearly all burnt out. The coals where still lightly smouldering, but where giving off little warmth and light. He walked over and poked the coals with his spear, and it gave a small amount of smoke.

This is actually two paragraphs... but it's quite short. (and in the form of verses)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Twitch of mouth and blink of eye

 

 

 

Love of smile oh-so-wide

 

 

 

So different from the usual sigh,

 

 

 

Abandon smile? Never bide!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crawl you hands, shudder face,

 

 

 

Grief of tears denouncing cheeks

 

 

 

To chin they will decline to race

 

 

 

But trickle mournfully, those saddened leaks.

Changed my mind. Ignore.

The teacherÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s monotone was lulling them to sleep,

 

 

 

When he asked a question,

 

 

 

There was naught but a peep.

 

 

 

Some say when itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s quiet,

 

 

 

You can hear a pin drop.

 

 

 

But this, this was a different level of silence.

 

 

 

You could hear a flea grinding to a stop.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From a poem I wrote in 8th grade. The Class was Boring

Then, completely without warning IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m slammed against the cold glass. Before I know whatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s happening she pushes her mouth hard against mine and kisses me so forceful it hurts. I kiss her back just as hard. Her arms find their way around my body and she pulls herself up against me. I do the same, letting her sweep me along. After five minutes she comes up for air, grinning wildly but not saying a word. Her long fingernails press into my back through my wet t-shirt. She slowly draws them along my skin. I donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t even feel pain, IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m completely overwhelmed by the heat of the moment. Her face is momentarily lit up by lightning, and two seconds later thunder rings across the valley. She lunges at me again as if itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s the signal sheÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s been waiting for. I feel her mouth press itself against the side of my neck. She suckles and bites with the same intensity as she kissed. I arch my head back and let her, completely drowning in her.

Again his parents tried to take him for help, but he wouldn't go. He was 17 now and they couldn't control him. He just stayed at home, he hid from everyone, he was scared he would hurt them again. His dangerous habits continued. During this time Mary's mother passed away, but he felt no sorrow. Even though he was good friends with her mother, he couldn't bother to show at her viewing or funeral. He still saw his aunt, in the mirror, at the bottom of the steps, but it didn't phase him, he was but an empty shell now. But one day, without notice Mary showed up, she seemed distraught and depressed. Ron didn't care, until she told him why she had come. *She said, "Well you know how after your aunt died you saw her?" All Ron did was shake his head. "Well, since my mother died.... ive seen her also, just like you have." At the moment Ron's eyes widened. He knew that what she had just told them would eventually change the lives of everyone, and lead to one of their demises.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Its part of my story "(Homeo)statis, which is in the Varrock Library

Umm.. Wrote this after I found out my [ex]boyfriend cheated on me.. I was a little upset :) The reason why I like it is because it's the most truthful piece I've written. It's not exactly well-written, just truthful. It might be a bit rough around the edges because I just sat down and poured it out in about 5-10 minutes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Have you ever felt so stupid about something - such as a decision you made or a bad judgement, that you just wish you could rewind and redo everything? That way you wouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t have to experience the pain, agony and suffering of failure, rejection, humiliation and lost hope. ItÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s as if nothing will ever be the same again, because youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve encountered the worst, and lost the best. Even though the best didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t turn out to be so satisfying, you canÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t convince yourself that youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re better off. Now that youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve seen defeat and disappointment, you will never see the light again. All happiness drained from within, leaving you empty, cold-hearted and with a small ego, lacking optimism and faith. Once youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve lost hope in something and tried to move on, you canÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t simply forget about the past and the negative events that went along with it. A scar has been burtally burned into your tender skin. Your blood and innocence drained until all that remains are the buried emotions of a suffering reject. False words of promise and assurance once flooded your ears, blocking the truth. Now these words drift away and lose all meaning and value in your life. You have no one to turn to, nobody to share your pain with, because youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve lost the one person that you trusted with your confidence. YouÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve been damaged in a way that not even words can express. You canÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t simply pretend to understand such emotional suffering, you have to feel the tears dripping down your face, drenching your smile with sorrow. Your laughter fades as you realize that your innocence had been taken advatage of.

The wars continued into the Faceless Wars. And peace. I heard strange, powerful things about the young Captain, even that he went with the Grand MarshalÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s son when the son foolishly captured a town he could not hold, and died for his mistake. I have heard other things too. I donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t know about his body, but his soul died on the day the young lady died.ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

[[Okay so, heres the begining of a kind of recent poem I wrote. It was very hard for me to choose a favorite, and I probably wouldn't go as far as saying this is my very favorite, but I do like it alot.]]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As I gaze into the mirror

 

 

 

with open mind in thought

 

 

 

I see the image that is there

 

 

 

the reflection that I see

 

 

 

is but an outer shell of me

 

 

 

but the question is not what I see

 

 

 

but what God see's inside of me