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A Description of the UnspokenWith every event, every negative experience in my life, I wish for it to manifest itself into something greater—a story to tell, a constructive learning experience, everything and anything other than what it truly is or has already been.A Description of the Unspoken
This is one of many.
I’m heading nowhere, inundated with convoluted and disturbing thoughts of destruction. I’m trying to make sense of what would strike anyone of any sort of normalcy as something trivial and fruitless. I’m imagining this in sheer retrospection to only a few moments past.
Tears swell in my eyes, and I forcefully bite my lower lip
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A Relatively Short BlurbIt’s like one of those hazy moments when you peer at your own reflection in the mirror, completely overtaken by the obscurity and illusiveness of looking into your own eyes. You’re unable to distinguish between your own reflection and yourself, and suddenly, indescribable incongruity envelopes you and you find yourself in a different place. I can sit on my bathroom counter and look into the mirror for what seems forever, paying particular attention to my eyes. Even as I write this now, I can reflect on the many times I’ve experienced this same feeling. I never know what it is that I’m searching for, but I do know that IA Relatively Short Blurb
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His AngelIn solitude, he sits in a sheltered place; A single light cascades a mellow luminosityHis Angel
Upon his whitened face. Sapphire eyes are drained of tears
And permanently hollowed by the merciless years. The ticking of a clock somewhere in the distance breaks
The frozen dejection of his internal pain, Chasing away the bitter hindrance of a lingering past Like the ardent charm of the seas that fade.
His lips have yet to utter words in weeks, Love not having entered his heart in years. And yet he remains; back arched and fingers trembling The darkness yearns for hope, as p
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Sr. Project- Research PaperBeckman 1 Brianna Beckman Mr. Feraco-Eberle SFHP 12, Period 3 18 April 2008 A Positive Transgression Idealizing the poster child psychologist, the first image that typically comes to mind is a Freudian-like male with a gray beard and glasses, a pen and paper in hand, and a couch on the opposite end of the room where patients cradle their head in their hands, confessing their most internal afflictions and uncertainties. Most people are not given the opportunity to witness what transpires behind the protection of closed doors—however, I have. Not only have I seen it, I have also been there. After nearlySr. Project- Research Paper
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va' dove ti porta il cuore... sì,affanculo!
(a meno che non ti porti in siculonia!)
CAMPIONI DEL MONDO!!!!!!!!!EAT PIZZA,GERMANY AND FRANCE...
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"Art is a questionmark, It should never be an answer"-Marilyn Manson
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"Art is a questionmark, It should never be an answer"-Marilyn Manson
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