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Perception of PassionThe words that flow into my head are all that of suffering and pain.
Love is but one side of the cruel emotion of passion. When passion begins towards someone, the intense feelings of desire make us gravitate towards. We feel so connected and intertwined that we begin to lose a certain perception of what we are and what we want. All that matters is the other person. Their happiness becomes our greatest asset. It drives us and becomes our reason for living. This passion is not always meant to last.
Love is but the brighter side of the coin of passion. The dark side of passion is hatred. Eventually, our pure positive passion begins to taint with negative feelings. Ill will formed from disagreements with morals and reason. When this negative feeling collects, it influences our passion and turns it ever so slightly into hatred. The feelings begin at a low simmer, but as more negative feelings collect, the feelings begin to boil. Before long, these feelings boil over and someone snaps. How
Who Do I Choose?Who Do I Choose?
Forever I have kept my ties on the past,
But how long am I willing to let that last.
I swore my heart into a strong thread,
However now I regret what I might have said.
To move foreward breaks my bonds,
If I wait, then I connect too strong.
Which do I choose for my state,
If I stay, I might be too late.
To move foreward, or step back,
Any more stress will force me to crack.
These roads make a fork,
I want the one that is not short.
Let it be long, sturdy, and well-paved
Similiar to me in how it was made.
How do I choose which road to take
It drives me apart like a diamond-crusted stake.
Will my weakness be known by those who care
How will they respond to with whom I contend.
Oh, how I wish I had more time to spare
Alas, the first step I take will bring this conflict to an end.
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Gilgamesh Term Paper CompleteAn Ancient Babylonian Epic
By Roy Flamaku
For English III Class
The ancient kingdom of Babylonia was a mystery until excavation of ancient ruins of Babylon revealed the Epic of Gilgamesh. Through its text, scholars were able to uncover more knowledge about ancient Babylonian culture. This study helped give a better understanding on how they lived, what they believed, and how they choose to practice it ethically. Gilgamesh has been in great use since its founding to discover the foundation of writing during the time period where polytheism ruled in a wide-spread kingdom. The history on which it was founded upon has great influence on Gilgamesh, as history often does affect literature in a sense. Not only did history before Gilgamesh, but also the history it is a great accomplishment by the Epic of Gilgamesh. Interpretation also holds in high regards to both the history and its effects on culture. Many people interpret a different way, but there are some things that are generally interpr
FoF: Intro-Draft 2- IncompletePrelude
In a plane far away from anywhere you could possibly imagine, a realm exists. A realm where beings of great power exist. Beings known by us as Gods exist in this realm. A total count of Seven Gods lived in this realm. They were known as the Gods of Fire, Wind, and Darkness, and the Goddesses of Light, Earth, and Water. Each of the Gods has great power over what they were titled to control, and even has the power to make their entitled element.
The Gods and Goddesses know not of what originally created their existence, but they do feel a sense of perfection in themselves. But, at the same time they each feel a slimmer of doubt in their own power, believing that they are actually imperfect. It is with this power that the Gods and Goddesses began fighting. They could not force themselves to harm their Godly Brothers or Sisters, so they argued over their powers because their insecurities of being the imperfect in what they believed to be a perfected realm.
FoF: Introduction- 1st DraftPrelude
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There is a land, far away from anywhere you could possibly imagine. But it has now come to light to you. It is a land where they do not have our technology or our weaponry. They rely on some more primitive technology that we used to have. Swords, Bows, Arrows, Staffs, Knives, and Spears are what they had, and nothing more. But, there is one more thing they have that we did not, do not, and will not have. Magic.
Some of you may put this story down now. I mean, why get interested in something that doesnt exist? Well that is wrong. It does exist. Magic is something that made
Me and my BF talk: Autobots, Decepticons and shipsEric (BF): "I still don't think so. They're robots. They can't love."
Alia (Me): "But they feel anger, sorrow, happiness, and they can even get drunk. How can they not love?"
Eric: "They can't get drunk."
Alia: "What about the Constructobots?"
Eric: "..Don't you mean Constructicons?"
Alia: "Oh yeah.."
Eric: "They turned into Decepticons, remember?"
Alia: "Yeah. I remember now."
Eric: "And also, they were born drunk. They were built with the personality of a drunk man."
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Eric: "Wait, how do they get drunk? They can't drink beer or tequila."
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Alia: "No human logic, your right about that. But we're straying away from the real subject here."
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Chacha - Birthday SpeechPart I: Introduction
Chacha, this is a little something I wrote for you and only you. See, I’m trying to become a writer, and this is a few paragraphs of writing to show how much I care and love you. I’d just like to say thank you, by the way. Some of my youngest memories as a child, well, you pop up into them. Again, thank you.
Part II: Chacha
In all years of my life, my grandmother, Chacha, has been there the whole time. I’ve known her forever, and now, she’s going to be 90. I have a ton of memories of Chacha, as far back as I can remember. It makes sense; I’ve known her my whole life.
One of the clearest memories I have of Chacha is when I tried, cough cough, tried to spend the night in the loft in her house. I had gotten ready at my house, stuffing a few necessities in my dad’s puke-smelling duffle bag. (I swear, someone threw up in there or something. Yuck.) It was getting dark outside, and even a bit chilly. I had eaten dinner at
may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
(and at least it wasn't personal;
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
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