Tuesday, December 24, 2019
Descriptive Essay - Original Writing - 1262 Words
Sitting silently I pick up the very same pen that I had just recently moments ago put down in frustration. I go in for another attempt to write and build up a large assortment of words. As a few seconds pass, with the pen firmly gripped in my right hand, the pen and paper come together. Disregarding my momentary lapse of a creative flow, I stare down at the endless rows of horizontal blue lines. Memories surface of myself being in this situation many times over, especially being creatively stuck before I break through. Finally, contact is made to the page and the tip of the pen where the ink seems to gently glide across the paper. Creating a universe and giving life to anything I choose to declare. The words begin to flow freelyâ⬠¦show more contentâ⬠¦He made sure that I too was developed artistically. He decided to take me on a drive with the sole intention of turning me on to a form of poetry I was unfamiliar with. As we drove in the Jemez Mountains thunder clapped and roared around us. Slowly a drizzling rain evolved into an echoing thunderstorm. The beauty of the trees all around us, with the simplicity of drops of rain trickling down each branch. My father pulled into a private area, then pulled out an album and inserted the CD inside. ââ¬Å"I used to drive around Albuquerque listening to this tripping acid Austinâ⬠ââ¬Å"What?â⬠I replied with a deep level of interest. ââ¬Å"Just listen,â⬠my father said as he turned the volume up on An American Prayer ââ¬Å"Awake, shake dreams from your hair, my pretty child, my sweet oneâ⬠vibrated out of the speakers. The very words gave me goosebumps, flowing deep within my soul, I was instantly mesmerized. Entirely captured with the words, and transfixed on understanding the meaning. As I was listening, I was also reading the album, which consisted of the poems typed out. Reading the words, I moved my lips in unison with the calm voice over the speakers of James Morrison. As the album ended I felt a level of creativity that I had never experienced Never before had I encountered words expressed so creatively with a delicate touch. I began to study more of the writings of James Douglas Morrison also known as Jim Morrison of The Doors. With a unique style of writing he had that I wasShow MoreRelatedDescriptive Essay - Original Writing1110 Words à |à 5 PagesI donââ¬â¢t know how I got to wh ere I am, but Iââ¬â¢m here now, and I have to win if I want to live. I am in a game, and in order to live, I have to escape. Thatââ¬â¢s the thing, though: I donââ¬â¢t know how to escape. I was running for my life around this old house that looked like it came straight out of a horror movie. I doubled over and held my head in pain as I saw the static, which meant it was coming. I was being chased by what looked like a person but in no way acted like one. 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