Write about a color without mentioning the actual color (only shades of it) in the body of the poem

The color lingers in every corner of every house
away from the sunlight, adding shadow to the faces of toys and the curves of furniture
On the edge of the woods it lies in the grass, the opposite of the peaceful summer sun.
It creeps up at night,
like a storm, its hands slowly grasp around you
covering everything, suffocating all light.
By fires it dances in the night
with many arms and legs
slipping in and out of vision.
in the morning it walks away,
creeping over the land.
only to linger in corners and
in the grass

What would i do with 3 wishes?

Ever since i first watched Aladdin i always wondered what i would do with three wishes. For one i think Aladdin was being really selfish and uncreative. If i had three wishes i would wish that no injustice could ever be committed in the world forever. i would also wish to make the natural world flourish for now and always so that all of mankind would forever have enough to eat. And then last so that i had something to call my own i would wish for the power to be able to fly as fast as sound all around the world. Who know, if the chance does pop up to take theses wished i might wish for other things. but i dont think that i would wish to woo a princess with money when i could just woo her with my charming good looks and flying abilities.

Picture blog

   

I chose this painting in the first place because it caught my eye. After about five minuets of looking through other paintings i always came back to this one. I chose it because i feel like this painting resembles my summer. Outdoors, grass and trees, blue sky and a care free no worry "Nothing could happen to me now or ever." kind of thinking. In the summer i was always around some sort of wood or forest. I grew up around and in the woods which also connects with me in this painting. In this painting i like that way that the woods seem dark in a peaceful lazy sort of way compared to the green grass. What i think is a good metaphor in the painting is the far off volcano smoking slightly, barely visible yet if you look for it, its there, like school in the summertime. You don't want to think about it, and you don't think about it but one day it will come, just like one day the volcano will erupt launching your word of green and peace into an hot, ashy poisonous cloud of death and stress. Happy thought. 

My Fortune "Smile It willl make the world brighter." 161 words

 I believe that negativity is a very contageous thing. I belive that happiness is also very contagious.  My fourtune "Smile it will make the world a better place" means a lot to me. I think that, even though negativity is a ver contageous thing that positivity is also very contageous. If we try to make each other happy then we feel happier.
              Yes this is a very corny thing to talk about and my fortune is corny but i am proud. And maybe i was ment to have a corny fortune. But like i said my fortune is what i belive in. How do we know that smiling will make the world brighter? its easy. next time you see a homeless man on the street just smile and then maybe his world of living on the cold streets with people full of sickness, next to rats, wads of gum and unidentifiable globs of filth will just get a little bit brighter.

writing with N

Never after that night did i eat chocolate again. Not once that night did i get any sleep. Now i hate chocolate because of that contaminated chocolate bar given to me by a strange child on the sidewalk. "No Thankyou" i first said but then i stared into his eyes and saw that he would like nothing better than to watch me eat the chocolate. "Now thats what i call chocolate" i said as i took that first bite. Nevousness took over my body spreading into ever cell of my anatomy. Nope to chocolate.

Poem.

Due to the summer days that we spent

countless hours outside

to cool morning sunrises and

pink lemonade sunsets

Due to the thunderstorms echoing in the mountains

we would watch the lightning dance acrossed the earth

only to make way for a calm night of

 fire flies and dreams about what we did today

and what will we do tomorrow.

Ten things you didn't know about me: Jack Marcucci

1. Both my parents are professional archaeologists,
2. I was born in Iowa, i moved to New York when i was 2,
3. I play lacrosse,
4. I was voted funniest kid in Mohawk house in the 8th grade,
5. I'm scared of carnies/hippies,
5. I ate roadkill once,
6. I have seen several mass graves in my life time
7. I tend not to trust people with facial hair when i first meet them. (I'm trying to get past this)
8. I hate the sound of other people chewing food, it drives me literally insane,
9. I have three dogs,
10. I make a mean grilled cheese sandwich.

summer reading list

The Hobbit J.R.R. Tolkien,
Are you a Miserable Old Bastard? Andrew John and Stephen Blake,
A Wolf At the Table  Augusten Burroughs,