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I wrote how you’re not actually dead unless you are forgotten by everyone. If you have been forgotten by everyone then your image and how people remembered you are dead also. Only those who inspired and left people with a strong image of them are never dead, because they will also live on through others.

yellow with sunflowers and blue with guilt

emotions running like seems in a quilt

live to be bold and be bold to fly

I’ve done lots in my life, but i’m not ready to die

life can be shown in many forms

however the best break from the norms

what if i have already passed?

will i have left a image that would’ve last?

flames creeps into my eyesight like weeds

i hope they’ll remember me by my creed

slowly fainting, I feel myself leaving

the flames slowly halt my breathing

game over i think to myself

This is the end, there’s nothing else

Woke up at noon the days begun

grab the guitar and begin to strum

Life is time and time is ticking

The right path, that’s what I’m picking

Sunday morning enjoyed with some coffee

Drink it outside, complimented with toffee

The neighbors wave as they head out

Good mornin’ I say as I begin to shout

Lookin out it’s like a photograph

so beautiful I can’t help but laugh

Wish I knew what I was going to do

Overthinking began to grew

3 O’clock hit real fast

looking out like is colored glass

family home from their day

children scream as they head away

got to go made dinner soon

Fill the stomachs like their balloons

dinners done, the true nights begun

sit and watch TV, it’s always fun

The clock rings 10 and I’m still not done

laugh along with the Simpsons

Bedtimes soon I should head away

Tomorrows just another day

Brush my teeth and head to bed

Dream about songs all in my head.

My dreams are all just memorized photograph

oh so beautiful I can’t help but laugh…

Why Sir Paul McCartney Rocks!

What I liked about my persuasive writing is that it really made you admire the life Paul McCartney. It used a lot of Pathos to make you really admire Sir Paul McCartney. I wrote it like this because when I was reading about him, I myself realized how much I actually admired him also.

My semester writer that I chose to write my future writings on was Paul McCartney. Personally I chose Paul McCartney because when I heard about his life he sounded like an interesting person, he seemed to have lived a successful life and an inspiring one. Paul McCartney was a former member of the Beatles who played the guitar and wrote a lot of their songs. He is one of two remaining Beatles still alive and continues to make and sing heartfelt songs. He has many hits and was even chosen to be the main producer of music for the famous James Bond Movie franchise. His guitar work and lyrical genius are some of the best ever, which has led him to his life of fame. Although his work in the Beatles gave him a huge head start into the solo music industry, his innate ability to make music is what carried his career throughout the years. Paul McCartney is a true inspiration in the music industry and someone that everyone else in the industry should aspire and work towards being.

There’s 4 different horsemen scattered across the world

They’ll bring the end, like a greedy lord

These 4 horsemen plan to bring the end

They aren’t planning on being your friend

war, petulance, death, famine,

there’s no stopping them from ending

all are bad, none are good

the world is ending, I wish it would

fear and destruction is all they care about

All you can do is sit and pout

Faces dark, bodies slim

the fear is here, my confidence running thin

they’ll bring the end, there’s no stopping

just like war, bodies will be dropping

petulance will bring pollution here

death will cause a mass amount of fear

famine will cause all the starving

without food, more than humans will be dropping

the 4 horsemen will bring the end

war, petulance, death, and famine.

My opinions on my semester writing are that I thought it was well written and I spent time on it. I would’ve changed the prompt of it though from war to something else. My favorite part of my writing was my ability to rhyme really well in it. Overall I think my semester writing was good and I put a lot of effort into it, however I wish I didn’t choose a topic that I don’t really know that much of besides from what I’ve read and watched before. Writing the semester final was a fun thing though because it required me to learn and do research into a lot over war, but in the end It still felt like I couldn’t get my final meaning across.

The beginning of the story takes place in Eden, where the demon Crowley tempted the young lovers Adam and Eve with an apple who were then expelled from the grounds. After this unfolds the angle Aziraphale arrives and meets Crowley. A couple of years pass and the two are set to make sure the end of the world doesn’t occur and for this to happen they make a plan to switch the anti-Christ spawn and another child so the end doesn’t occur. The time has come to switch the babies and the plan works perfectly until they hand the babies of the nuns at the church. The nuns mix up the babies at the church and it turns out the baby they think is the anti-Christ isn’t and just is instead a warlock. The real anti-Christ is actually growing up with another family this whole time and this whole time Adam (the anti-Christ) has been affecting the whole world with his thoughts and beliefs. Once Aziraphale and Crowley figure this out, they have a meeting at an air field with the four horsemen of the apocalypse. Death, war, famine, and pollution, each one has distinct characteristics about themselves like war rides in on a motorcycle and carries a long sword with them. Famine is a dietitian who starves people, because he represents famine. And the others have distinct characteristics about themselves that represent their traits.

The sunlight hit my closed eyes for a surprising yet warm wake up call. A orange sunset was visible through the window pane asking to be stared at. The birds sung with the voices of angels and a gentle breeze was shaking the branches above was audible in the distance. A smell of pancakes and bacon filled the air with delight, one sniffle could not satisfy my unquenchable hunger that had built up over the night. “Dig in” yelled a loud voice in the distant, not being able to control myself, I stuffed my face full of the delicious and warm food.

Stuffed like a turkey I was contempt with myself, I was happy and ready for the day. A cup of coffee had given me energy for the day to come and I was excited for it. Today was no ordinary day, it was a day that marked many things, but most important of those things was finally being able to drive. I had been awaiting this day since I was 7 and got my first ever toy car. Thats where my interest in everything related to cars, ie driving, came from. My dad was an F1 racer and someday want to become just like him; It’s my dream, no my reality.

I sat at the DMV for hours waiting, which was stupid because the driving test itself was extremely easy. I passed with a perfect 100 which was about what I expected. The first thing I wanted to see with my license was the Austin city skyline, I had always dreamed of driving downtown to see the skyline by myself.

A little character popped up on the screen,

it wasn’t intended, especially to be seen

an exclamation point making the text pop

the man who had sent it, wanted it all to stop

right after it sent the man had much remorse

the behavior exhibited is not to be endorsed

Although it was just a little mistake

the man wished he weren’t awake

For the deed he did was inadmissible

and the deed was also inexplicable

the man may not had meant what he had done

but the guilt he will experience will not be very fun

funny, what a little character can do

ruined the best friendship this man knew

even if you think your untouchable because your anoint

your not, just ask the man who put an exclamation point

Gloomy the sky is dark and the sense of melancholy fills the air

Standing on my feet, hopefully I’m not in the crosshair

I know even if I live I won’t be a millionaire

Gunshots firing, war is never fair

Watching people die, it’s a living nightmare

What important, my country or my welfare?

It’s scary watching the enemies as they glare

Playing it safe because this is a game of solitaire

shaken up, I think I got dirty underwear

Explosions happening everywhere, even midair

I’m just hoping to make it out without a wheelchair

We fight for what? To save the multimillionaires?

Ready to go home, signaling my flare

The sun shines on the horizon, the mark of a new day

My mind is saying to get up but all my body wants to do is lay

Coffee I scream, where is the local cafe?

Sprinting out the door hopefully today is a great day

Dreading work, because all I do is slave away

I run through these morning routines so often its practically in my DNA

After works done I go to the local YMCA

Shoot some hoops, treating other players like they’re my prey

Going home, driving on the free way

Can’t wait to go home and watch TV, Hooray!

Living the homies, going to say hi to the hombres.

punching and fighting with them, but it’s all just horseplay

It’s cold out, but you know we don’t live in Norway

Getting a phone call, have to pick up because it’s my padre

Hot inside, about to erupt like it’s Pompeii

The sun shines on the horizon, the mark of the end of the day