The Danger of Run-On Sentences (222 word challenge)
As a teacher, I constantly comment on and correct my students for their tendency to overuse run-on sentences causing unnecessary confusion for the reader with constant, consecutive clauses and confusing prepositional phrases strung together without a chance to catch a breath, leading the reader to lose track of the original thought with which the author started before running on and on and on with that repetitious, repeated, redundant rhetoric that remains largely, hugely overstated causing skepticism of the authority of the author who tends to lean on hyperbole and repetition to prove his points rather than clinging to concise, consistent controlled thoughts with clear beginnings and endings by which the reader may understand and follow the intent of the author rather than wandering around on rabbit trails through endless ramblings and explanations that tend to hop around the main issues and bound into thickets of misunderstandings which frustrate the reader encouraging him to high tail it out of that particular work of literature and leap into something more concise that does not ramble on and on with repeated repetition, rendering him unable to remember the writer's original point and perspective causing him to have to return again and again to the original point of the sentence before it rambled on into those clauses and prepositional phrases becoming a run-on sentence.
Please Santa
All I ask for is an opportunity. An opportunity in the form of a camera; one I could use to continue making videos for YouTube. The only camera that I have is the one on my phone and I must say, the quality is pretty awful. Which is why I ask this of you. Help me continue to pursue my passion, my heart, and my success.
P.S. MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
She was beautiful
She was beautiful
The way she looked at me, her eyes dazzled like Galileo's, looking towards the stars
Her smile made even the darkest days Seem bright
Her Love was like no other, it extended from mind body and soul
So why did I leave her?
She was beautiful
But my eyes did not dazzle when I saw her
My smile was forced not meant
I did not love her, I was too young and I took her for granted
Till this day... This is my greatest regret.
Fragmented Thoughts on Ferrante’s “My Brilliant Friend”
You absorb
my soft-boiled will
into the cavity
of your impetuous chest
I embed
myself between
your heart
and your gallbladder.
I delude myself
that I wear
your very skin and think
your every thought
I am birthed of you
only different, traits
passed from
you
to me
as if from
flowering, fertile
mother to
greedy, myopic embryo.
I am you
only more
the large world outside us
and beyond
still never sufficient
beyond what
you chose
to nourish me.
Frailty of Hope and Sails
I'm raising a sail
with skeleton threads,
and you can see through me,
I look like heaven
above a blackened sea
that rolls like glass
as it attempts to escape
from itself,
waves raking the shore
with broken fingers,
trapped by the howling
of wolves,
and men,
and babes,
landlocked souls
with arms reaching
into the water,
no cup to catch a drink,
no sail to borrow wind,
they raise a banner of bones,
and I can see the breeze
watch itself go through
without embrace.
So,
it gives no movement back.