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When I Was…

Posted: December 1, 2010 by Austin Smith in AustinS

When I was young, I believed Santa Claus was real. I thought anything below 4.00 was unacceptable(and still do, sort of). I thought I was too smart for my own good, and that I was cool. I always got 3 notes sent home from school even though I was mostly good in school. It seemed I always talked during a teacher’s worst moments. I watched all of the cartoons on Cartoon Network and nothing else. I loved going outside and playing even if it was by myself. I played video games on my GameBoy Color and Advance while I was inside and there were no good cartoons on.

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I Need to Find a Place

Posted: December 1, 2010 by Austin Smith in AustinS

I need to find a place

Where school doesn’t start until you want it to start.

I need to find a place

Where I can sleep until I can’t sleep anymore.

I need to find a place

Where I can be with you

Where you don’t have to work to death every day.

I need to find a place

That is perfect for my wants

I place where I can do anything I want.

A Slice of Life

Posted: October 6, 2010 by Austin Smith in AustinS

What’s as confusing as last week’s science lab, you ask? This poem I just read, of course. I cannot relate to the author’s view of adolescence at all. My teen years feel straightforward, yet the author makes adolescence seem like it’s unpredictable. She claims it comes with no instructions, but any question I have, convoluted or not, my parents can answer easily. Nothing about it seems complicated or confusing, contrary to what the author says about her experiences during her adolescence years.

My Writing Marathon

Posted: September 14, 2010 by Austin Smith in AustinS

Far in the east, there is a dark cloud. I’ve never seen something so imposing or intimidating in my life. I don’t think it’s a tornado, for there is no wind howling. I don’t believe it to be a simple cloud either, as I have never seen or heard of a precipitation cloud being this dark and frightening before. There is nothing on the media about this strange object. I can only hope it avoids my general area, for I do not know what it is.

In this dream, I walked. For some unknown reason, this is all I could do. I could not sprint, or do anything other than walk and do imperceptible movements to the untrained eye. I do not know why this is. After I awoke from this dream, I assumed it was because the covers prevent any big movements such as running and anything like it. In addition, I don’t remember any background, simply white nothingness, a never ending abyss.

I know the things I’ve lost are artifacts I will never possess again. Most of them are kin and have succumbed to a form of cancer. I have also lost others, but it is not the same type of loss. Words cannot describe the amount of pain I endured during these sorrowful moments of my life.

She fears him; He is foreign and unknown to her world, like she is suddenly traversing¬† in the middle of a thick jungle with no survival skills. She doesn’t know what to converse with to him. She has never felt such emotions towards someone before, let alone a complete stranger.¬† This is all unknown to her.

Dry dreams, something I have trouble expressing my thoughts about. I am unsure if I have ever had a dream involving dry things. No immediate memories of dreams bring in deserts, sand dunes, or anything of that nature. This subject is highly unknown to me.

Some stuff about me

Posted: September 14, 2010 by Austin Smith in AustinS

My name is Austin Smith and I’m 15 years old. I’m a sophomore at Logan High School. I love to play games, basketball, and do many other things. I hate to do homework and pretty much any work that cuts into my free time. Those are just a few things about me; if you want to know more you can ask me in person, on MySpace, or hope it’s answered with the stuff that will be posted on here. Cheers.