Entries By Michael
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plague
The black death/bubonic plague affected Europe during the middle ages. It was a disease brought to Europe from Asia on the fleas of black rats on ships. It killed a lot of people.
Posted By Michael On 03.31.2013 @ 1:42 pm
tales
It is fun to hear about the adventures of others as they tell their tales of travel. the places they have been and the people they meet are all so interesting to me.
Posted By michael On 03.11.2013 @ 9:55 pm
withered
I feel withered. So withered I could fall over and die. But this place, this choice, I am at right now, is just one more defining factor in who I am. I what makes me who I am. Because we are not the result but we are the process in which we get to the result; we are our choices.
Posted By Michael On 03.11.2013 @ 8:30 am
also
also two steps to the left, you pass me by at the head of the stairs, you turn, and i drop my gaze to continue on my way with that word lingering on my tongue- also
Posted By Michael On 03.09.2013 @ 8:07 am
weakling
I am not a weakling. Or am I? No one wants to admit something with such a negative connotation. But is it necessarily a bad thing? Maybe being weak means you are stronger in other categories.
Posted By Michael On 03.04.2013 @ 10:07 am
startled
I haven’t been startled in awhile. I did scare the shit out of Ryan yesterday. It wasn’t as good as I expected but no worries. His day will come. That’s all I got, next question?
Posted By Michael On 02.26.2013 @ 6:53 am
embellish
I tend to embellish quite a bit, actually. I don’t think it’s necissarily a bad thing, in fact I think it is a quality people tend to find very attractive, at least with me. However, a lot of the time I feel like I am not being honest and I get upset with myself.
Posted By Michael On 02.24.2013 @ 9:04 pm
growing
A flower was growing in my back yard. I ran over and picked it and gave it to the pretty lady walking down my street. She kissed me and left red lip marks on my cheek…
Posted By Michael On 02.09.2013 @ 5:40 am
Growing plants, trees, children, young, slowly, quicky, infinitely, continueously. Children growing from mindless beings into adults with endless amounts of knowledge being productive, working, helping, learning more. Then the cycle repeats with their children. The cycle of growth never ends. Growth is part of life and cant be avoided. It is a definite.
Posted By michael On 02.08.2013 @ 8:08 pm
master
I am on. It is true, though sometimes I stumble. I want to be one, I am one I will never be able to not be. It is in me, yet something I must become. I only wish I could live it to more than simple potential. I would never be able to be everything I want to able to be in this.
Posted By michael On 01.10.2013 @ 11:08 pm
politician
Politician is inhuman, stealing and cheating his way, cutting throats and stepping on dreams to climb the ladder to ultimate power. They put on masks, the government is a masquerade party for the wealthy and priviliged.
Posted By Michael On 01.09.2013 @ 2:16 pm
“Now today,” he started, clearing his throat uncomfortably loud in the middle of his sentence. “I am here to let you know why I should be your — I mean, our, country’s next great leader.” Catherine snorted and rolled her eyes, her crossed arms pressing against her chest. They can never keep their promises, can they? She thinks to herself.
Posted By Michael On 01.09.2013 @ 2:16 pm
scatter
The word scatter kind of reminds me of fadder despite the lack in rhyme. It’s also makes me think scatterbrained, like that lady is quite a scatterbrained bitch. Is it sad that the first sentence I think is a vulgar one
Posted By Michael On 12.21.2012 @ 2:40 pm
methods
There are different methods of creating a human being. Like in Frankenstein, you can create a human being from a dead corpse. How weird you might think. It is weird but it is also true. However, you create a monster, not a human.
Posted By michael On 12.10.2012 @ 1:05 am
himself
Himself, it describes the power and freedom and a sense of accomplishment. it is a double edged sword. he hurt himself and helped himself. in a sense himself is a word powerless without the verb behind it. and vice versa. This word can mean the world to a man. It can set the stage for anything and everything. it describes the lonely battle that one man may have, or the journey that one takes to become… himself.
Posted By Michael On 11.30.2012 @ 3:31 pm
under
under the city under the clouds lay a man, a gingerman sleeping from the visceral depths of attitude. Nothing more than a freefalling man from the depths of the undercity. Jungle frothing at the lips of kings, giants and forceps take the rotten meat and twinge the master, the master’s claw.
Posted By Michael On 11.27.2012 @ 3:53 pm
teeth
my teeth arent perfect. but they are symmetrical. i had braces as a kid but my dad got tired of paying the bills so he ripped them out with some pliers one day. i had to go to the dentist and get them to remove the glue. they were not pleased.
Posted By Michael On 10.21.2012 @ 1:17 pm
raised
you raised me up so I can stand on mountains. you raised me up so I can go through stormy seas.
Posted By michael On 10.18.2012 @ 12:57 pm
fresh
“Fresh out of the oven,” she exclaimed, pulling a char-encrusted lump of dough out of the oven. “Eat it up before its all gone, kids!”
The unsettled children groped their grumbling stomachs with pained expressions plastered to their faces.
Posted By Michael On 10.10.2012 @ 2:28 pm
happy
what a wonderful day… a wonderful weekend… we got a new puppy… the kids are excited… got to build a fire in the fire pit this weekend… we got to sleep in on this rainy monday… we had amish peanut butter in our oatmeal… we had fun shopping yesterday… had lunch with our wonderful family… yes i may still be living off of the joy of the weekend but i don’t care…. this is one very happy monday!!! Peace c:
Posted By Michael On 10.08.2012 @ 6:32 am
combine
With shaking hands, she combined the concoction with the girl’s soul. She then slowly poured it into the brew, careful not to spill a single drop.
“Yes,” she cackled, strings of her grey hair slowly slipping into the foul broth. “Yes, that’s right.”
Steam swirled and rose from the pot and wafted into the woman’s ancient nostrils. She inhaled.
Posted By Michael On 10.02.2012 @ 12:08 pm
hundred
what would it have been like for my grandmother to live one hundred years… I miss her so much… I loved her she loved me… I wish my kids could have met her… she would have loved them so much… they would love her too… I wish she could see me now… I wish she could see the life I have… I wish she could see my family… I wish she had been here through the hard times I went through… she would have known what to do… but really one hundred years is not that long… if she had lived to be one hundred… I would have wished for one hundred more!
Posted By Michael On 09.28.2012 @ 12:27 pm
help
i could use some… i need to give someone else some… then maybe i would get some too… give and it will come back to you, kind of thing… who couldn’t use a little… everyone could… those with sickness… those with addictions… those caretakers… those with extra work projects…
Posted By Michael On 09.27.2012 @ 4:49 am
affairs
the things we do everyday… the getting up… the drinking coffee… the breakfast… lunch… and supper… the going to work or school… the paying bills… the exercise… the news… the reading of your Bible… the relationships… the love… the getting the mail… the washing of dishes and clothes… the keeping of the house… the training of children… the caring for elderly parents… attending to our daily affairs
Posted By Michael On 09.26.2012 @ 6:10 am
the world has it’s affairs, little and large. By and by, they take care of themselves, like wind through empty streets on an autumn night. Cow bells ring out on a veranda over looking the city. The orange glow of streetlights in the dark, rising and falling away in an endless sprawl. The world down there goes on, blind and uncontrollable. The universe is indifferent to the affairs of men, and yet. That’s all we have.
Posted By michael On 09.25.2012 @ 4:39 pm
before
before i was ready the screen came up… i had to start writing… ready or not… before the day starts, i start with a prayer, read my Bible… and here we go… the day has begun… before i shower i must fix them breakfast… before they have art they must have english… before you get home i must fix supper… before we can go i must get ready… before…
Posted By Michael On 09.25.2012 @ 6:40 am
the first thought that comes to mind… really… you want me to write the first thing that pops into my head when i see the word… before… well ok… you asked for it… so here goes… does anyone need to use the bathroom ‘before’ we leave… yes you can tell that i am a parent… and no one ever needs to use the bathroom before you leave… but they always have to go about 2 miles down the road…
Posted By Michael On 09.24.2012 @ 11:49 am
afraid
I am so afraid of this assignment. I wish I could not have to do it. Help! My teacher is forcing me to write for 60 seconds. I am so afraid!!!!!!! Beware the teacher with a new website.
Posted By michael On 09.24.2012 @ 4:27 am
some call it worry… i’m worried about that… oh i worry about the kids… we’re worried about the bills…. worry??? really??? why not just admit you’re afraid… we all go through it from time to time… although it is not a place you need to live in… put your trust in God… God is love and His word says perfect love casts out fear! don’t live in fear… cast all your cares on the Lord, for he cares for you… no fear… no worries… don’t be afraid!
Posted By Michael On 09.23.2012 @ 12:39 pm
