my love for you is as a stream winding our way thru the nooks and crannies of life now apart then together it matters not we share the pain the joy the agony. bound by that we dont understand but relish the mystery.we differ in origins, you mountain I spring, yet rejoice we have joined in the chaotic river of life. sometimes we are caught in treacherous eddies over falls we are dashed head over heels it matters not where we are bound to go only that we get there together you and I

eddie flytt................eng 12
why not follow the beaten pathit is an easier route to tale many feet have worn a groove you can walk it in the dark what is it you find so enjoyable in forcing your way through there do you not worry you might get lost what if you should stumble and fall who will find you why not take the beaten path it will save you time we have leveled out all the hils there is no need to climb straight level many rest stations on the way why is it you do not like our path come try it you will see this is the way it should be done come try it our way what do you mean go with you do you know how much work that is its a complete waste of time why would i go somewhere ive never been hardship and toil blood sweat and tears our forefathers did that for us come take advantage of thier work and do things our way why are you so stubborn what do you hope to find why do you insist on going youre own way heh where are you goingcome back cant you see the sign dangerous no tresspassing its for your own protection damn you you stubborn *** youre going to get us killed where the hell are we going theres no map for this place dammit these prickles hurt why must we climb over rocks hills and trees where are we going do you know the way why do you drag me here great a bog how wonderful full of bugs slime and things what now why are you stopping have you lost your way oh my god look at that thats something ive never ever seen
as a poem i find the rythm off and inconsistant rhyming this was to have been a short story assignment.the base concept is ok but ending lacks punch.please try to use some punctuation including periods C- k tks mz hienz

not enough room part b to follow

JOHN STONE..................ENG 12 ...................SEPT 13 2015

Heh buddy hows it going?

huhugh ah goot heh kin ya gimme ya hand jus grab that corner en
lift it up enuff ta no jus grab it man ya can clean yer hanz off
later k kick that in k leggo gimma sec gotta kinda splice dis
tageter ha 90 mph duc tape man hold the world tageter all rite k
we can git dis up ere an stick dat der and

Buddy!! Why not just do it right?

waddaya mean rite

Well run that through conduit.Frame in the wall and sheet it.

and voila! done.

ladder man gotta ged dis dun got couplr more cummin in man disis gonna be awsum

Hmm! What about my car?

ya ay gettn der oh ya killr id man check dis out we cut dis side and sticcum bac tegeter agin den we kin
WHOW!BUDDY! All i wanted was
butt ya said
I said I wanted you to do what you did to Marks.
ya buttit wud look so cool
Yes, but I want it DONE!!!
im gettner dun
No you're working on another crazy idea,just like the last crazy

idea. And before that another crazy idea, and!! before that I

brought my car over.
k fine ill ged onner tmora gimma a hand willya

excellant use of grammer and sentence structure for imagery excellant job B+

frustrated john ya your a b plus all right

This one reminds me of my half brother. His name is Ed

I think of Jesus Christ

My favorite

hi again anew day
07:23 3/9/13
i am begining to see what words are for.ammo yes a tool used indiscriminitly they can hurt.these words must be controled like mickey mouses brooms they have come to life stiring up the dust of memories lurking in corners.ihave lost control,is there no limit,no checks like some twisted form of credit -the more i use i more i get slow down you rampant spawn of creativity let me consider a moment i wish to have some control instead they jump me and take over again

part of the bigger picture deja-vu3
you see a picture..and your heart stops
it matters not the cost you must have that picture
a negative sliver a hole you must fill

08:37 3/9/13
i am pleased to announce folks i seem to be getting a bit better.the
words are falling in neat little lines waiting patiently for me to choose them.i like the thought that this could be what my book could be about.how being actually able to throw away the 99 the 1 may be discovered.i hope you enjoy the journey as much as i am

words each one a second of time taken together a sentence how long

she lies in the ditch broken her car a muddy bit in the swampy ditch how did this happen at 2 in the morning
a passenger now already food
for the millions of worlds existing out of sight
an end to all that could have been how senseless
what will the final cost be
how quickly our individuality fades
when our actions reflect on others

i do not dream she said and i was startled What?!
well i used to have nightmares but they are long gone-falling back over a cliff forever and waking with a start
like falling awake i wonder
i hate her in my envy
how cool would that be
to sleep unhindered by the death that awaits me each night
I do not believe my ears WOW!!
is all i can say wistfully

OK enuff alrighty i have to type this later you know can i have some time for myself please i have to take care you see there is more to life than your newest idea why dont you sit there and wait patiently heh heh come back here oh you are a rodent

06:03 3/9/13 A.K.A. acceptance
i have succeded in exposing the kernel of truth..striping away the husk of times cover... slowly patiently 1 by 1 that which covers shields hides is removed and i stand stunned by the fact there are rows upon rows of truth.each one corect seemingly similiar yet when i look and see the whole there are many i do not wish to see Blinders! darkness i long to return to ignorance.even now my sight is fading removing the blighted bloated loathsome one that repulse me.covering themanew with misplaced logic making sure i see only that which i choose.how human of me i say with selfforgivnes. it is only right there is a fly in the ointment a squeaking wheel my mind begins to work making excusses erasing memory that i take pride in myself again.HOLD THE PHONE BATTLE STATIONS!!!!fight this do not shy away from the lesson..painful searing truth.....honesty fights unwilling to be part of this sham....Ruthlessly stripping away the convienient hasty lie and exposing again the truth thierin? look it demands and i obey...for every action there is a reaction...here is truth ther is lies honour shamelove hate every golden kernel matched by darkness and blight ..this is the truth of man ..you can be anything you want se how the ones you seek to hide lack growth do not feed them .yes they are cunning they wish to survive all man is thus you are healthy look at the balance sheet god will not condemn you for being what he made .it is pointles to deny the existance of that which must be...but it is only when we allow them to hide that they grow in the darkness the light if truth checks thier growth do not fear them do not hide them confront them let them know they exist by the need to be fair again i look row upon row and sae the logic there is hatred love is huging it greed gets paid by generosity in acceptansce selfishness mobbed poor sadnes cannot escape joy and is weeping frustrated tears yes truth says relentlessly hugging so manty to himself he is nearly obscured you may not like it but we are all here

i can hear the world now the sun is shining outside my cave it is time to rejoin reality i must begone see yall tommorrrow i wish i had more time

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This one reminds me of my half brother. His name is Ed
i assume you mean the one not wishing the beaten path if so i feel for you if he shows many of the problems i face. i can only hope he has been able to show you something worthwhile you did not know existed

Her eyes crimson.. blazing out..catch me..i am not afraid?.i fear she uses them as weapons of pretend attack...howfierce they flame..i know i should quail,but i am unmoved..how could i ignore the peril i could be in..molten,unmoving,how can the fire not moil and swirl with such heat evident..many thoughts but none come close to solving the mystery..

they sit quietly..two lovers in then night,each immersed in thoughts of the other,linked by more than clasped hands.the stars gleam in the night sky,there is no moon.he wonders out loud if she will be his star she kisses him and all is quiet again.

i get on the bus and see so many people with invisible friends beside them.they must be considerate thier friends get the window seat

i like it here.it is a quiet place.open for all to see.i can leave my thoughts behind.scrambled perhaps,but filed now,out of order,i like it that way.when i wish i can stop and look,see what it is to be me.it looks different somehow on a screen like a voice on a recorder.i can imagine the man and his pen sitting there when i leave,scratching out his latest thought and i can go free.i like it here it is an open place people can come and go as they please.nobody complains if i misspell words in my frantic writing frenzy.so much to see people writing all the time, go here go there so many kinds.i like it here im beginning to think cuz i actually kinda fit in

deja-vu
welcome back.havnt i seen you here before?no!i wwear you look familiar.where did you grow up
jonny that was wonderful.you play like a duck takes to water.OH!my! jonny how did you do that?that i did not teach you that i wish to learn.that is amazing and you are only seven.
wow!like wildest dream i had last night man like dig this i was walking down the street..........
a face in a crowded room standing out in a way you can not put a finger on, a colour in a world of black and white.
.NO. there's a message there man see i just havta adjust the speed backwards.
i have never seen the strange places i have seen in my dreams
i have never been everywhere
i will never know