His eyes. His eyes. His eyes, those eyes. They’re the color of everything that’s beautiful. The color of pine trees, the center dark green, the colors of a bruise, but the edges change to the brown color of dead grass. But they aren’t ugly like dead grass; they are as beautiful as the night sky. Eyelashes dark and long, like wings of a bird. His skin is the color of cream, smooth like silk. Silky cream skin. His fingers are long and thin, nails trimmed to perfection. His fingers tips ice like, but the rest of him is the warm sun. He’s strong like a tree, but slim like a piece of bamboo. Shoulders bold, looking even stronger with the white tux he wears. Smooth without one single crinkle. His feet a funny, they stick out when he strides down …show more content…
When he walks he makes that ‘click click click’ noise with his shoes. His shoes are as black as his shoulder length hair, black as a raven feather. Slick back on his back not a hair out of place. Everything about him is organized like a person with ADHD dressed and fixed him up. When he walks in a room, everyone stares trying to figure out the puzzle that he is, a tall looming boy who can’t be figured out. You couldn’t figure him out even if you lived in his head. He’s a puzzle with a lot of missing pieces. When he smiles you notice a few things, his smile is crooked, one edge lifts higher than the other so he always looks like he’s smirking at you even if it’s a friendly gesture. His teeth aren’t perfectly white, just as they aren’t perfectly straight. They could be if he really tried, but he doesn’t because I’m not sure that he cares enough. His attitude could make anyone laugh, that is, unless he’s snapping at you. His words are venom dripping from the fangs of a snake. They can bring you joy, make you feel like you’re floating on a cloud over all the little ant people. But they can also make you feel like you’re drowning in an endless sea. You’ll never touch the bottom no matter how far he drags you down; you’re drowning in your own
Dusk had come, silent, ceremonious, which brought her painful but pleasant memories in the diminishing light. Her shaking hands and arthritic fingers from the passing of time were holding the record player’s metal arm. The stylus hopped, moving lightly and quickly over damaged grooves from excessive use, landing very deep in the vinyl recording. She attempted again, one of her hands embracing the other, to the point where the overture’s rewarding hop and crepitation signified the precise spot. The incongruous speakers passed a faint melody of music.
His unique perspective on the world allows him to see beauty in things that others might overlook, like the gentle snowfall or the
Perfectly sculpted bodies and smiles whiter than fresh snow. She, and many others like her, have stopped being able to express their own individuality. Instead they try so hard to conform to society’s expectations. A scene where this can be seen can be found on page 46. “ And suddenly she was so strange he couldn’t believe he knew her at all.
Black hair. Slanted eyes. High cheekbones. Thick glasses. Thin lips.
"Are you reading this? If you are, then you have woken. You have been in a coma for 23 years. Everything you've ever seen, felt, heard or tasted was a hallucination. Your friends weren't real.
In the beginning of the stanza, Julia de Burgos describes her physical traits: “kinky-haired, Kafir lips, and flat nose Mozambiques” embracing the innocence of her black physic. Throughout the poem, Julia
His side smile upped his appearance and he was even sexier and more perfect than I thought before. The sharp lines of his cheeks sent me straight to his color-changing hazel eyes bursting currently with a bluish-green hue and giving me a long, very hungry, gaze. Interesting.
Although AP English requires a great deal of reading, this can be beneficial. Reading can help inspire creativity and it also improves one’s writing, both areas in which I could use positive influence. One way to help manage all the reading is to manage time properly. Another way is to already have the books in possession so that once the book is needed, it will not have to be searched for. When writing an essay important information to keep in mind would be to stay organized, not only with your thoughts, but also with the writing itself.
One Saturday in 1965 I happened to be walking past the National Archives buil~ling in Washington. Across the interim years I had thought of Grandma's old stories-otherwise I can't think what diverted me up the Archives' steps. And when a main reading room desk attendant asked if he could help me. I wouldn't have dreamed of admitting to him some curiosity hanging on from boyhood about my slave forebears. I kind of bumbled that I was interested in census records of Alamance County, North Carolina, just after the Civil War.
He says “You never really understand a person until you consider things
"They also say, that them eyes glow like the different colors o' the
Golden blonde hair falls on the cheeks of a pure face. A woman so accustomed to money and privilege, yet a hole in her heart prevents her from happiness. Meanwhile, sweat of poverty covers the skin of one who only has eyes for a man already wed to another. Betwixt them all is a dark haired, athletic woman who cares only for her own well-being. All three of these beauties walk down paths as different as lead is from gold, yet their similarities are uncanny.
For example, he describes her as having "hair like the sunlight," which suggests that she is an almost otherworldly beauty. Similarly, he describes her eyes as being "like stars," which creates an image of her as being something transcendent.
He sees her as perfect as she already is. He sort of symbolizes how we should view others and find perfection in people's
His eyes so bright, hair and skin so tight, but you ignored him, because to you he was not right His car is simple, his home is small, his heart is large, and you ignored it all day long Not out here whores and crime, not making fast money from time to time Works so hard as you can see, he’s that man that’s not meant for thee Respectful