<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20949330</id><updated>2011-07-14T17:40:54.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarface06</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074665842615924566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20949330.post-114728785455285171</id><published>2006-05-10T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T12:04:15.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Having a good, a positive role model to look up to is important, especially for young people. When you are young you can be influenced easier and it can determine how you’re going to be for the rest of your life. Also, young people don’t know much, even the intelligent ones.&lt;br /&gt;Young people are more easily influenced, and I believe that is because they might not know all the facts behind something they like. All they know for sure is that they like it. I used to feel like that about some things. A role model can give the young a person to look up to. Older people try to make young people follow a role model’s life to the t. They should only look to them for guidance, not imitate them or copy them.&lt;br /&gt;Our young people today aren’t stupid, they just don’t take to time to read up on something they’re interested in. This is why a lot of them take part in actions that they think they want to be involved in, but if they new what that person, place, or thing was all about, they probably wouldn’t. Some groups or organizations are all about spreading hate or teaching hate. Some youths are okay with that, and that’s on them. I really don’t care what they think or do, long as they don’t bring it around me. For the most part, most youths don’t know any better and are good kids. People use "bad apples" to speak metaphorically about troublesome youths. I feel that all apples are bad, until they ripen. I think having a role model to look up to can help age our youths like fine wine. If our society keeps letting them grow up without a push in the positive direction, we’re just going to keep raising "sour grapes" instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20949330-114728785455285171?l=scarface06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/feeds/114728785455285171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20949330&amp;postID=114728785455285171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114728785455285171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114728785455285171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/2006/05/having-good-positive-role-model-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074665842615924566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20949330.post-114712442573213847</id><published>2006-05-08T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T14:40:26.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In my life span of only 18 years I have had to do my fair share of rebelling, whether it be against my parents, my friends, or my school. I haven’t had to rebel against the government, yet. I think the longest rebellion I had to take part in was about curfew. The reason I say that this was the longest because it was a two-part rebellion and I wasn’t a lone in this battle.&lt;br /&gt;First, it started out against my parent and their “whack” curfew. Okay, I guess I’m biased on this subject, but it wasn’t whack, it was just too early. My friends and I were night people, but our parents wanted us in before dark on a regular bases. This was basically right after the streetlights came on and some of us had to be in before the lights came on. We weren’t gone abide by this for too long. The summer right after we got out of the 6th grade we started coming in later and later on a regular bases, and nothing our parents did could persuade us. The grounding and physical punishments were nothing to us because we would just sneak out that night and be out on the block with rest of the fellas.&lt;br /&gt;After we won the war on curfews with our parents and they stopped tripping because they knew we were safe, and out of trouble, for the most part until we found out that the county had an 11:30 curfew for everybody under 17. This didn’t scare us, if anything it made us mad because, if our parents let us stay out, how can someone we don’t even know or care about, tell us when to go in the house. We didn’t care and still don’t care or like the police, I know they probably didn’t like us too much either. As a matter of fact, they probably hated us because we ran for fun when they used to come after us, especially the curfew police. It was fun for two simple reasons, we didn’t have anything better to do and they couldn’t catch us. This rebellion is over now though, simply because we’re all of legal age, and for the most part no one can tell us what to do or they can try but we aint gone listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20949330-114712442573213847?l=scarface06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/feeds/114712442573213847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20949330&amp;postID=114712442573213847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114712442573213847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114712442573213847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-my-life-span-of-only-18-years-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074665842615924566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20949330.post-114712177248309694</id><published>2006-05-08T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T13:56:16.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of people claim to be educated. In my mind, an educated person is someone who doesn’t only poses book smarts or street smarts, but also can comprehend certain things for them selves without being told or shown. I’m not saying that one of these are more important than each other, all I’m stating is that an educated person thinks this way.&lt;br /&gt;          Going to school is very important. It gives young people a mostly safe place to go. I said mostly safe because, no place is completely safe. One thing people need to remember is that something bad can happen anywhere. If anything showed us that, it should’ve been 9-11. The U.S. is supposed to be the untouchable super power that’s citizens are safe from foreign attack on its own soil. If a student or any other person wants to harm someone else in school, at the bus stop, or anywhere else, it’s going to happen. I feel that an educated person should know this. Going to school is only half the battle, to better yourself mentally and financially you need to learn as much as you can, and at least get your diploma if not more. This is what I mean by being book smart.&lt;br /&gt;          Being street smart is just as important as being book smart, because you are only at home or school for a certain amount of time, and on the streets for the rest. When I say streets some people get nervous and think I’m telling people they should break the law, sell drugs, and whatever else they can come up with. I’m not saying anything like that. What I’m saying is that an educated person knows their environment and how to survive in it. You don’t have to actually participate in these actions to know what’s going on like, who to watch, what to look out for, and anything else to know to survive in your area.&lt;br /&gt;          The comprehension part of the knowledge an educated person has is the ability to know the things I haven’t spoken on like, the things you and your friends automatically know without having to say anything to each other. Some people might call it ESP, but I wouldn’t call it that, I call it knowing people, their unpredictability, and being an educated person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20949330-114712177248309694?l=scarface06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/feeds/114712177248309694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20949330&amp;postID=114712177248309694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114712177248309694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114712177248309694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/2006/05/lot-of-people-claim-to-be-educated.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074665842615924566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20949330.post-114668462832221989</id><published>2006-05-03T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:30:28.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Opposition&lt;br /&gt;Some people say, " You'll learn more from those who disagree with you than from those who share your same views." I agree with this observation, because it teaches you to look at things from more than one perspective. Looking at things in other ways could help you solve a problem that was difficult for you looking at it in only one way. Taking another perspective could reveal a simple solution that you wouldn't have seen, because of the way you look at things. People see things differently and that's the way it's always been. This fact tells why our technology has advanced so much over the years. People seeing things differently led them to want to solve problems that have been nagging them. I have learned more from people who's views oppose mine. This has happened on numerous occasions when my friends and I argue about everything under the sun. I have won my fair share of arguments, but nobody wins them all. When I lose its, because I may not have been as knowledgeable in that area as them. So, after that I do my "homework" on that subject. Which, says I learned something from having different views or opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20949330-114668462832221989?l=scarface06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/feeds/114668462832221989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20949330&amp;postID=114668462832221989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114668462832221989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114668462832221989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/2006/05/opposition-some-people-say-youll-learn.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074665842615924566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20949330.post-114659831719573930</id><published>2006-05-02T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:32:15.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thoreau was right to defend the right of an individual to be out of step with the rest of society. I think that in certain ways I fit into this category. I do a lot of things my way and don't worry about whether someone else looks at me like i'm wierd or something. Like, when I put sugar on my white rice. I started doing that when I used to be at my grandma's house when I was a little kid. No one else that lives in my house does this, but I still do, because I don't care. All I care about is that it tastes good to me. I'm also into cars a lot more than any of my friends, and I don't care. I wear what I want, do what I want, and chill with who I want, and I don't care what anybody thinks. I look at it like this, I walk my own path and I don't need any tag alongs. There is a downside to this way of life though. If your to different, no one will want to be your friend. If your the only outcast like you then, everybody will look at you like your wierd. Walking to the beat of your own drum is alright, but it gets lonely if your ears are the only ones enjoying the sweet beat of the drums down a path through life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20949330-114659831719573930?l=scarface06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/feeds/114659831719573930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20949330&amp;postID=114659831719573930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114659831719573930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114659831719573930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/2006/05/thoreau-was-right-to-defend-right-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074665842615924566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20949330.post-114357854088961960</id><published>2006-03-28T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:01:32.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, it didn't help because I didn't like those experiences when they happened and I don't want to relive them. I have some strange family members of my own. It kind of freaked me out when I met some of them as a kid but, I wouldn't exactly call it a learning experience though. The author made him interesting to the readers by having him in a nut house and exzibiting the qualities that got him in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20949330-114357854088961960?l=scarface06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/feeds/114357854088961960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20949330&amp;postID=114357854088961960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114357854088961960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114357854088961960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-it-didnt-help-because-i-didnt-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074665842615924566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20949330.post-114184974346565291</id><published>2006-03-08T12:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:29:03.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My favorite movie is Sin City because, of the attention the director paid to detail. The city itself was a spectical, tall sky scrapers, gritty side streets and back allies. The character designs were something to stare at also, one guy's face showed the ware and tare of the hard life he had lived. He had a chin like a fist and roadkill for a face. The whole movie was sort of in black and white but not exactly. This amplified the colors that did show, like blood that was as red as rudolph's nose on a pitch black night. One of the villains in the movie was orange and smelled like death. On the farmland one of the villains had used to murder prostitutes, one of the heroes said he could tell that people had died there from the smell in the air and after he was capture he saw the heads on the wall. The worst thing that happened though, had to be when the ugly hero's doctor was kidnapped and the villain who had the farm made her watch as he sucked the meat of her fingers. In conclusion, this movie had a lot going on and even more to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20949330-114184974346565291?l=scarface06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/feeds/114184974346565291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20949330&amp;postID=114184974346565291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114184974346565291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114184974346565291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-favorite-movie-is-sin-city-because_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074665842615924566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20949330.post-114184966248150850</id><published>2006-03-08T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:27:42.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My favorite movie is Sin City because, of the attention the director paid to detail. The city itself was a spectical, tall sky scrapers, gritty side streets and back allies. The character designs were something to stare at also, one guy's face showed the ware and tare of the hard life he had lived. He had a chin like a fist and roadkill for a face. The whole movie was sort of in black and white but not exactly. This amplified the colors that did show, like blood that was as red as rudolph's nose on a pitch black night. One of the villains in the movie was orange and smelled like death. On the farmland one of the villains had used to murder prostitutes, one of the heroes said he could tell that people had died there from the smell in the air and after he was capture he saw the heads on the wall. The worst thing that happened though, had to be when the ugly hero's doctor was kidnapped and the villain who had the farm made her watch as he sucked the meat of her fingers. In conclusion, this movie had a lot going on and even more to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20949330-114184966248150850?l=scarface06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/feeds/114184966248150850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20949330&amp;postID=114184966248150850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114184966248150850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114184966248150850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-favorite-movie-is-sin-city-because.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074665842615924566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20949330.post-114184852310882395</id><published>2006-03-08T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:10:45.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Writers may create suspense by using the senses. They may describe how objects feel or taste. They may give a physical description of a situation. They also may describe a certain sound that invokes fear into the reader's mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20949330-114184852310882395?l=scarface06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/feeds/114184852310882395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20949330&amp;postID=114184852310882395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114184852310882395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/114184852310882395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/2006/03/writers-may-create-suspense-by-using.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074665842615924566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20949330.post-113994963989465007</id><published>2006-02-14T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T12:15:53.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Don't be ashamed of your writing.&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't get discouraged.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't rush yourself.&lt;br /&gt;4. Read about a subject you're interested in.&lt;br /&gt;5. Write for your own time or generation.&lt;br /&gt;6. Learn from writings that interest you.&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't be ashamed of being a romantic.&lt;br /&gt;8. Read something you wouldn't normally read about sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Believe in your writing ability.&lt;br /&gt;10. Write as much as you possible can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20949330-113994963989465007?l=scarface06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/feeds/113994963989465007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20949330&amp;postID=113994963989465007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/113994963989465007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/113994963989465007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/2006/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074665842615924566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20949330.post-113770320488762449</id><published>2006-01-19T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T12:39:19.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.The Fight by Laurel Blossom @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loc.gov/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.loc.gov/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. Wheels by Jim Daniels @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loc.gov/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.loc.gov/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3. Do you love me? by Robert Wrigley @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/p180-list.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.loc.gov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Imagining Defeat by David Berman @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/p180-list.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.loc.gov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Cartoon Physics, part 1 by Nick Flynn @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loc.gov/poetry/180/p180-list.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.loc.gov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Still I Rise" by Maya Angelou @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets."&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.poets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.the Tyger by William Blake @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.poets.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sympathy by Paul Laurence Dunbar @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.poets.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The Snow Storm by Ralph Waldo Emerson @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;www.poets.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Collar by George Herbert @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;http://www.poets.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Fight by Laurel Blossom was a good poem to me because it identifies the struggles of relationships between people. This poem states why I don't plan on getting married anytime soon because everyone is different meaning no two people are the same, even twins. The author used a typical rhyme sceme with two consecutive lines rhyming with each other. I think the great image this poet was trying paint was that of a man and a woman livng together unmarried but the woman wants to be but the man enjoys his freedom. They probably love each other but the man still sees their differences and prefferences so, he also notices that she doesn't care that they argue and still wants to be married.&lt;br /&gt;Wheels by Jim Daniels was also a nice poem. I like it because I love cars and this poem was about the poets brother who love cars, trucks, and bikes. He kept pictures of every one he had ever owned and these picture also included his family becausse they were around his vehicles too. This guy had a wide variety of vehicles too, from Impalas, Hondas, and Harleys to big rigs. At the end the poet used a metaphor " no camera to save him" meaning to me that he's gone and the pictures aren't enough. The author restated over and over that his brother was wav&lt;/span&gt;ing, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess waving goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    Imagining defeat by David Berman was a good poem for me because it was about a man praising being able to wake up another day. The author used "a tree up in the distance tha doesn't matter" as a metaphor for when the man's wife asked him if he ever thought about cancer and what I think of as saying that yeah he's thought of ti but isn't really worried about it like a tree in the distance, you may see it but do you really pay that much attention to it? I think the big picture to this poem is that no matter how you feel when you wake up you should just be happy that you woke up at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20949330-113770320488762449?l=scarface06.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/feeds/113770320488762449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20949330&amp;postID=113770320488762449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/113770320488762449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20949330/posts/default/113770320488762449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarface06.blogspot.com/2006/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11074665842615924566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
