

Part of my report Emily DickinEmily DickinsonPart of my report Emily Dickin
Emily Dickinson was an amazing woman and has inspired millions of people and writhers with her pomes. This small facked is no different with me. Since I have started to read her righting and to interpit it in my own way, to my own understanding, I have found that righting has become even more enjoyable. I have found that to be a good writer of any story or thing you have to have a moral, reision, or thing that you want the reader to know or understand. Reading Emilys pomes has taught me that you dont always have to fallow a pattern or rhyme your words all the time. She made her our kind of


Just Make it BeautifulJust Make it BeautifulJust Make it Beautiful
Take a look around you, tell me what you see. Do you see a field, just a cold white field surrounded by wild pine trees, or do you se


whereWhat world clames to be her oun, one here, one there, or one beoned? If it is where, is it nere she should belong? It can't be a dream, becuse a dream is here. It can't be a thought, becuse a thought is there. It can't be a question, becouse a question is within. It can't be an ansser, Becouse an ansser is without. So where should he begin? How can you find a place that isn't about? It is nether hear, there, or anywere, but it is somewere.where
Hint: Stop trying to figuar out where it is and start by trying to figuar out how to get there, then figuar out where it is.


Their cristmiss wishA single star shines in the sky as a little girl of four stands by her brothers side. He waches her with that same sad look as she crys for her fathers loveing touch. For them, the cristmass that they had imagend would now never come true, for their father died in the war, but they still hold a single amount of hope that their wish will come true. The little girl waches the snow covered rood with her light brown eye shining with tears. Her short brown hair hangs loosy in her face as her brother wrappes her in a warm embrace. "Its o.k. Its alright. Don't cry my angle, please don't cry," He pleades with her sobing form. "He lied. HeTheir cristmiss wish
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Why do we have to hold onto dreams?
I can't live with lying to my heart.
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the more that you fear us the bigger we get.
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Die smilling. Don't let your enemy see you cry.
I can look a something small and unsignificant and think of a question then tear it into a story or thought. What can you do with something like that?
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NUMA NUMA!!!!!
WOOT DID U KNO THAT MOUNTAIN DEW IS THE BEST SODA EVER?!!?
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Die smilling. Don't let your enemy see you cry.
I can look a something small and unsignificant and think of a question then tear it into a story or thought. What can you do with something like that?
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NUMA NUMA!!!!!
WOOT DID U KNO THAT MOUNTAIN DEW IS THE BEST SODA EVER?!!?
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Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?
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