Sherriff+Paladin


 * o) <-- Haha, it's a clown! But anyways, I am looking forward to L.A this year. I am really hoping to improve my word choice and sentence structure. May the light shine down and teach me how to write quite well!

A poem for all of you fellow students out there. I can not think of what to write My paper feel so very light. There are no marks on on this page My mind feels like a cat in a cage. No ideas are being made I might work better if I was paid. Because, you know, I have something to work for, but i don't. So yeah, that stinks. __(Title currently being thought of)__ 12 September 2010 I lay here, staring at the cold, unforgiving concrete ceiling. These walls, these horrid, gray walls, are all that prevents me from breaking free. All I need is the smallest chance, and I would take advantage of it. I could release myself from this cell, be open to the outside world, and continue my past life. Do they even remember me, do they even care that I have been gone for so long? Am i just a tiny thought in the back of their minds struggling to fight its way back into their memories? There is only one way to find out. 15 September 2011 The single light bulb dangling in the center of the room continues to flicker, my only company. The light that it sheds is not so different from me. It too struggles to breach the outside, but cannot travel past these solid barriers. There isn"t even a tiniest of holes that it could sliver through. I must escape these walls along with the light. 18 September 2011 I don't know how it appears each day. My small portions of food just are created in that corner everyday. Whenever the light turns off at a certain time, the food comes out. Then after I am down eating and put it back, it vanishes, as if into thin air. 22 September 2011 The light. It betrays me. Everyday it flickers continues to flicker but everytime the phase of darkness gets longer and longer. It hides the food, hides everything. I cannot take it much longer. I must escape. 23 September 2011 I unscrewed the light bulb today. Now I am surrounded in complete darkness. I can only appreciate it. It hides from the light yet comes out whenever it is gone. The light is the true enemy. I must avoid the light. No, first I must escape. 24 September 2011 I have finally done it. it opened. the path was found. I stood in the corner for what i could only sense as hours. But eventually the floor beneath me opened up. That is where the food came from. Now I am proceeded down a long, narrow tunnel to who knows where. I have escaped. 26 September 2011 I can not belive it. At the end of my tunnel was my worst enemy...light. The warm air greeted me but i didn't dare be exposed to "it." I hate it. I must wait until night to proceed. Then i would go get some protection. 27 September 2011 As the darkness, my friend, came out as the light left I emerged from my tunnel. Tall buildings surrounded me yet no one was in sight. Iwent behind a building only to see if I could find a way in. The door was opened so I proceeded inside. I ravaged the house taking all black clothes replacing my torn up brown ones. I gathered a overcoat, scarf, and hat all in the color black, the color of darkness. The light would not be able to touch me. 30 September 2011 I wonder through the day, hopelessly lost in a maze of light. The end can only be found when the sun goes down because only then can I act as I wish. The people that surround me stare at me, confused as to why am I am dressed so warmly in the middle of summer. Fools, they can not understand my problems, only the darkness can. 2 October 2011 As night becomes present I truly search for the ones that trpped me and why I was there. The dark conceals my doings. Soon, I stumble across a tall building with a large neon light bulb sign. Could this be it?
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