I am Currently Studying at Wilfrid Laurier University, in Waterloo Ontario Canada.
+ more bio informationA School Divided A quick walk through any high school cafeteria will confirm that all secondary school administrators divide their students up into groups. I am not speaking of a class where the separation of students is necessary because of different interests and teaching that are more efficient. The division this essay de... More..
How many times I say the same to you Repeating my soft words time after time But love sheer volume does not make them true. Those worthless words you love to hear did spew From my mouth to form the leash which makes you mine But sheer volume does not make them true. A couple words so powerful so few And I shout and scream th... More..
New Beginnings There was a little mist rolling over the ground as I rode my bike through the cold air. I was nervous. It felt like I had eaten something alive and it was now climbing around inside of my stomach. I had just switched school and today would be much more then the first day of grade 7. It was going to be the firs... More..
Ok Guys, It's that time of year again. The store windows are full of fun-filled displays, snow covers the ground everywhere you look, Christmas is in one week and of course you still haven't gotten a gift for you girlfriend. Now Girlfriend's will be quick t judge and blame you if they ever knew this, but it isn't your fault!... More..
Death Sonnet The long fingers of death are cold as ice As they finely crawl upon my chest No longer wanted no more desire just lice And rats, vermin, scum and all the rest, And as I die I see my deadly eight. Leave Death! Forsake your task and let me live Oh gracious king of heaven I know now You exist, save me from the daem... More..
The sonnet is one of the most celebrated forms of prose poetry. Sonnets are divided into two main categories, Italian sonnets and English sonnets. While the Italian sonnet has many accomplishments, they pale when compared to those of the dominant English sonnet. The Italian sonnet was invented by a poet name Petrarch, and is... More..
Spirits: They drift in and out of my mind Calling with their sweet voices: Come and join us. My feet long to follow, to follow behind And Join their shadowy ranks. Oh what lust what lust, which drives me to reach for my ghost. But every time my arm reaches out And my hand grasps down upon a dmon I find nothing but air in han... More..
unrestricted to any geographical, social, or economic barriers. They infiltrate every part of our society, from the middle class teenage rebel who begins to smoke pot so that he will be "cool" and drops out of high school, to the rich heir who gets a DUI every other month. Stupid people cause strain on our government's socia... More..
Men are From the Moon, Women are from Hell* Men and women have been in an epic battle with each other since the beginning of time. Men wish to subdue the women through peace and noble measures; women wish to crush the men with sheer power. The epic battle being fought between the two worthy adversaries love. f love is war, t... More..
At one point in everyone's life, we experience that one terrifying moment when we hear something go bump in the night. Most of the time these things turn out to be nothing but our imagination, however; there is always those few times when it turns out those bumps in the night are real, this is the story of one of those. It w... More..
Matthew Jackson
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