PiouslyFerventOne

                            Debutante                        Writhing in agony                 Growing up with tribulation                    Why does it have to be?                    This way of misfortune                      Seems so unmerited.                Deep yearning for difference                  In what can't be changed                      Frustration and fury                    In what and who I am.                  Though reality strikes me                      And I blame myself                     That it is not my fault                  It is the time of the world                Where women are e

                        August 23, 1764             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~            Breathing hard, feet pounding, arms swaying, heart racing, my fingers brush across the tall grass as I am running through the field, with my dog Buddy, down to the watering hole. We draw nearer and I can see the beautiful water reflecting the sun, shining the light of the water fairies into my eyes. Water fairies are those diamond shaped gleams of light that cannot be touched but you know when they are there. As I reach the rocks, I stop for a moment and look out amongst the beautiful fully leaved trees, the beautiful shining water looks so deliciously ref

Stereotyping of Women in Advertisement (Effects on Society)        Stereotyping is a conventional, formulaic, and oversimplified conception, opinion or image. To be accepted, an advertisement must follow the norm, culture, or principles held by society. In result, they include the image that they believe is the norm and the stereotypes that go along with it in society. Advertisers argue that they are mirroring social realities, but in fact they are exaggerating them to a large extent. This has large effects on the viewers of these ads, and even the ones who are in them. The media itself is the source of the stereotypes, which are made by th

Coldness is cold for so long, it is no longer cold. Rather, cold for so long, I no longer feel cold yet I do not feel warm. Cold has just taken me in, cold is what I am. I am cold. Cold hands constant and skin so clear and so unmarked opposite of how my heart must appear, if one could see my heart. A heart so scraped, for the hurt must come out, so the love for my heart hates the skin so unmarked. Feeling of disease creeps throughout my emotions. Mind so confused feeling immobile and unchosen. Sheer terror for the future and hands are bound just as my heart is. Bound to eternity of pain. Pain lingers about and maybe all from my mind, people