Tears, Idle Tears

before. Sure, everyone had thanked him for his parties- at least, those who knew who he was- and for showing them around or taking them to dinner, but no one had genuinely complimented him. As he remembered, his eyes became glassy and several hot tears trailed down his strawberry stained cheeks, dripping onto his flaming pink suit. Four large wet circles now marked his suit jacket, and he tried to wipe them off. It was pointless. (futile) Walking into the dining room, thoughts of Daisy floated

The Wolf family seemed to always have what they wanted. Nothing any of them did was short of impressive. Marcus the seventeen year old son was an example of that. Marcus was a fairly big kid and sports were his life. Short in stature but his musculature made up for it. Sports weren’t really the favorite thing to do for Marcus. He would usually spend his days drawing or when he got bored of that playing video games. When he didn’t have time off it was probably because he was on the football field

perfectly resembles my mood. The dark, dreary clouds mimic the brooding anger bubbling up inside of me while my drenching wet window panes depict my damp cheeks. The beads of rainwater rushing down the glass, tracing paths as they go, symbolize the many tears I have shed these past few days. I place my hand against the window, fingertips lightly grazing the glass, and let my hand slowly descend towards the sill. I observe the sky absent-mindedly to see it morphing from a royal blue to the shade of my petite

that my dog had gotten hit by a car, or someone died. But all my assumptions were incorrect no one died no one got hurt besides me , my mother , and father. I remember as soon as my mother said the word Divorce, I instantly started bursting into tears. As a couple days passed by I asked my mother if we were going to keep my animals, Luke and Leia our Siberian huskies, and Tazz our cat. She said no, and things got even worse, I felt like I should just end my life now to make all the pain go away

to "Let me pour forth/My tears before thy face."  He continues by using a metaphor wherein his lover is a stamping mill, which churns out coins (his tears) which bear her face.  His lover has caused his grief and each tear he cries is marked by her influence, but at the same time they are coins, which carry a value to them beyond their own intrinsic values.  Donne also says of the coins: "For thus they be/Pregnant of thee."  This is a fascinating description of his tears, because Donne reverses gender

smiling at me.  All of a sudden my eyes got watery.  I remembered that this was my last day in California.  I was going to America early the next day morning with my parents and family.  The day was Saturday, 20th December.  Tears were running down my face.  I went downstairs; everybody in the house was sleeping.  They had been packing until late night and I didn't want to them wake them up.  Therefore, I went back upstairs.  I just started thinking about

I stared down at my hands, trying to control the shaking. My breathing came out slowly, if it came out at all. I felt like bursting into tears. I stared at the boards in front of me. My head was spinning, and my mind was racing. I couldn’t believe I had missed that break. I had practiced this break time and time again. It was my best break of all. Normally, my foot went through the board like a hot knife through butter. I could break double boards with that sidekick and not blink an eye or

Wk 1 Assignment: Journal Entry July 8, 1809 It is hot here in Louisiana. I do not want to be here. I do not want to be on this big piece of land, the white man who bought me calls a plantation. I am only 12 years old and my name is Leena. I am from a small village in Nigeria. My older brother and I were sold to this man who brought us on a boat here. He bought us from another tribe who had raided our village and kidnapped us. The man on the boat was mean and cruel. We did not eat but

September 1st 1692
Dear Christian,

An eternity of thanks goes out to you. You have opened my eyes to the signs of the wickedness that walks among us. However, my new sight has discovered that the signs are not few, but abundant. Rats and toads plague our streets, strange illnesses break out among civilians and nightmares plague the adolescents dreams. Children are heard crying out at night and the woman fear for their young. The list of anomalies could be written into one of your books. But that

The soft carpet rubbed against my cool feet as I entered my bedroom. In the darkness, I reached for the wall, in search of the light switch. I walked towards my desk and gathered some papers, bent over and placed them into my backpack. Yawning, I zipped up my backpack and placed it beside my door. I turned off my light, closed the door, and leapt onto my bed. I buried myself under the ice cold blankets wondering what tomorrow would have in store. As I was about to fall asleep, I heard a faint