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rhiannon Jul 15
Everyone thinks i’m strong,
But tears were falling from my eyes
on the day u left me and said goodbye
now i know my feelings
i should no longer hide
i love you and i want you to
stay by my side
you know without you i’m weak
because you’re the only strenght that i seek
that i seek
so please…don’t go,i’m being so bold
just by saying i need your hand to hold
don’t leave me like this
so broken,so torn,so cold.
so as i write this
you’re somewhere so far away
a place i can only reach
by loving you this way.
rhiannon Jul 2
Shakespeare uses language in several ways to show us Macbeth’s emotions and behaviour. In the first scene Macbeth is concerned that although he has killed Duncan,there are those that suspect him and may cause him harm in the future.He uses the metaphor of a ‘scorched’snake that has only been wounded and will fight again another day as a metaphor for his situation.This reference to poisonous or dangerous creatures is repeated later in the scene when Macbeth says ‘o’full of scorpions in my mind,dear wife!’which sounds like the anguished cry of someone who cannot find peace.You can imagine him clutching his head on stage.

Another way Macbeth’s feelings are described is when he talks about sleep.Sleep is mentioned lots of times in the play so it is obviously on Macbeth’s mind,which is not surprising considering he has committed ******.’eat our meal in fear and sleep’which references how much he’s worrying.In this scene he talks about how it is ‘better’ to be with the dead who have been sent ‘to peace’.He mentions that Duncan now ‘sleeps well’ almost as if he envies the people he has murdered.

In the same scene, there are some particularly strong descriptions of night time made by Macbeth.He mentions things to do with the night-the ‘bat’, the ‘shard-borne beetle’ and later the ‘crow’ and the ‘th’rooky wood’.These are all ‘black agents’ of the night and through Macbeth’s mention of them he is kind of associating himself with them.Therefore,although he can’t sleep-he wants night to come because it is when he can commit ******.The scene ends with him hiding information from his wife-he reveals no more that that he is going to do a ‘dead of dreadful note’.This is powerful because we know what Macbeth has planned, but Lady Macbeth doesn’t ,through the use of dramatic irony.

The second scene is very different because Banquo has been murdered and you think that maybe Macbeth will now be a little more relaxed and feel safe. But when he sees the ghost of Banquo even though he tries to cover up his feelings he cannot.’ avaunt and quit my sight!let the earth hide thee!thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold’.These descriptions of the 'living-but dead’ Banquo really shows how Macbeth is shaking. He cannot believe how real it is.’ can such thing be/and overcome us like a summer’s cloud?’

This simile links to other descriptions of day and night, light and darkness that have surfaced in the play. Macbeth then goes on to talk about the supernatural and seems almost to be talking in a witch-like spell-‘blood will have blood.stones have been known to move and trees to speak.’

From this,and all his reference to night and creatures of the night,it seems as if Macbeth is feeling and behaving like a devilish creature himself so that at the end of the scene it is not surprising when he uses the metaphor of being ‘stepped in so far’ in blood, like a river crossing, so that he can’t go back.

He ends his last verse speech with a couplet as if he has made up his mind and can’t now change things’strange things I have in head that will to hand/which must be acted ere they may be scanned’.
rhiannon Jun 20
You said u loved me,
You said u cared,
You gave me hope,
and showed you cared,
But you leave me...
with no explanation why...
I lost all hope,
I loved you so,
and I miss you
You're gone.
If only you understood
the pain I feel,
First, I lost my sister,
Now I lost you,
Come back to me,
Give me hope,
Show u, love,
Please,
u can't leave me,
I'm heartbroken...
No one cares.....
Everyone I love
Just goes away,
Everyone I meet
Abandoned me...
Why?
I need to die,
Please...
rhiannon Jun 10
When things go wrong as they sometimes will,

When the road your trudging seems all uphill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

And you want to smile but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing u down a bit-

Rest if u must but never quit.

Life is strange with its twists and turns,

As everyone of us sometimes learns,

And many a fellow turns about,

When he might have won had he stuck it out.

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow-

You may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than

It seems to a fair and faltering man,

Often the struggler has given up

When he might have captured the victor’s cup,

And he learns too late when the night came down,

How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out-

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

And you can never tell how close you are,

It may be near when it seems afar,

So stick to the fight when the hardest hit,-

It’s when things seem worse when you mustn’t quit.
rhiannon Jun 10
Acting as one,

Believing in each other,

Committing to excellence,

Doing whatever it takes,

Embracing a common vision,

Fostering group intelligence,

Giving the benefit of doubt,

Harnessing the power of many,

Inspiring cooperation,not competition,

Juggling skills and talents,

Kindling collaborative genius,

Looking out for each other,

More we and less me thinking,

Not minding who gets the credit,

Overcoming obstacles together,

Putting principles before personalities,

Quickly resolving differences,

Recognizing each others strengths,

Sharing the workload,

Treating each other with respect,

Utilizing everyone’s skills,

Valuing everyone’s input,

Working side by side,

Xpecting exponential results,

Yearning to succeed together,

Zestfully making a difference.
rhiannon Jun 10
Keep on

Graduation is

A successful ending,

And an exciting beginning.

If you keep on learning,

Keep on dreaming,

Keep on doing,

You’ll travel

Towards your goals

Until you get there.

Keep up the good work,

You can do it!
rhiannon May 29
A short story!

Do you remember your childhood?

Remember that kid running down the street… hot sidewalk, bare footed, sweat running down your face? Take a moment and try to remind your self… What is the memory that is stuck in my head? The one you can never forget? We have flashbacks, of the hardest moments we have been through, not everything is color white. we all have black spots.

Where do I start… My life is like a roller-coaster I can remember when I was four, my mother left me, to come to a better country, to give me and my brothers a better future. I was left in custody of my aunt along with my older brother. My two older sisters where left in custody of our grandparents. I can imagine you thinking how could someone leave there kid this young? Our parents have sacrifice so much to give us what we need, to have a better life than what they ever had. The day she left is all blanked out, I only remember the hardest part of my life.

It was almost bed time, I was in the floor playing with my dolls on my right hand side was my brother playing with his UNO cards. It hit 9:00 pm. Once again it all started, I heard my aunt and uncle fighting yelling out about his drinking problems, I remember my brother hugging me tight. I can hear them cussing one to another.. I was scared my uncle was wasted.. tripping, screaming “I’m tired of this, I’m tired of you!” I knew this was not going to end well.

I closed my eyes tight holding my brothers hand, and shut a tear, he whisperer to my ear… “everything is going to be alright.” It only took about two minutes to hear the phone being tossed to the other side of the room, I knew he would hit her, my heart started beating faster and faster as his voice started getting louder. I heard my aunt saying “This is when I hate you the most, this is when you turn into my worst enemy!” Does words scared me, I knew he was getting angry as she scream to him how much she hated him, as does words hit him on the softest spot he had, he became a different person when he was holding that bottle on his hand. He took a deep breath, and scream again “you are worthless, you don’t understand me! Look at you no one will ever want you, no one will ever love you..”
Trauma of childhood is a fictional story based on my own real life experience
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