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The element of Surprise: Su.
What I felt when I first walked into the Art classroom, exposed to a new environment.
The element of Acceptance: Ac.
What I felt when I turned in my first Commercial Art assignment.
When hearing the phrase
"O Captain, My Captain"
I can only think of one person to
fit this criteria.
Robin Williams is and was
the only person to
accurately portray what it was like
to struggle
No man shall choose another’s destiny
Gods among earth we are not
My work will drive me as far as I let it
For this is where ambition and wishing will split
Humble actions influence outgoing impacts
As a child we grow up knowing exactly what we want to be when we actully grow up
A fire fighter is what I wanted to be
The red lights and water is what excited me
But the tragedy of 9/11 also frighten me
Philosophies
Drift amuck in a waterless world
Catching on to anything
Within hand’s grasp
We strive to find purpose
To stake our land
To hold our place
To say “we were here”
I want to go into business and economyMake some money and change the way people thought of meI'm tired of people thinking I can't do it like I'm just an act of comedy
The natural foliage creeping down the counter,
Draping over the polished tanned walls.
Reflecting ergonomic finesse,
Cleanly tracing the muscular lining,
Of a fresh carcass.
Once you turn your face heavenwards;
To engage in daily conversation
that is, to return to Earth,
merits a physical un-tilting of the head; from the angled
to the staid, erect position, eyes intently glazed over.
Mahmoud
A true story
My mother and I stood in the Afghan refugee camp
Solemnly and nervous, I stared as they stared back
"This is where I came from," she said to me
We all have a goal in life,
Become a ballerina, baseball player, or be in the circus.
My dream is to become a National Geographic photographer.
I want to touch the soul, with words that sounds like gold.
I want to hold the world's feelings in the words of my notes.
I want to behold the power to have my written word uncontrolled.
I've got six sources of dreaming, clear
The words all tumble bright, and fear
Is choking cloaking, smogging roping
Round my throat and twixt my ears.
What am I doing here?
I'm learning phonetics,
“All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts”
- William Shakespeare
Walking down the street I see them
Picking up the trash off the street
Without them I wouldn't have somewhere to walk
Without them, my life would change
Walking into school I see them
The type of job which would change my life is becoming a famous author.
The way becoming a famous singer would change my life is everything I did the public would know about.
I wouldn't really have a free moment to myself.
All my life, it's been
You point the way, I'll get us there.
I'll struggle through,
and reach the goal.
I can overcome any obstacle,
but don't know where to start.
Today, I take the wheel.
I am a flower in the desert, holding out for the rain.
The sun has been hot and taunting, mocking my goals and my name.
This war
Is about blood, tears, and death
This war
Sees a little child heave a last breath
But there are no guns, no bombs
No battlefields that we can see
For the war rages forever on
One Journey, one road, one story?
No.
Exploring, doing more, and expressing my inner joy is my future job.
Sharing the knowledge of my obtained wisdom
With young minds, eager to learn and flourish
Is the most noble of desires that can be had
They say that hatred is a fireThat eats at your insidesAnd it isAlong with jealousy and ambitionAt times it seems I carry all of theseBut I've learned to push down my angerTo be content with what I have
