A memoir, free verse poem which will be part of the 'Harvard Street' Memoir Collection.
Some dreams are never realized and some are never understood.
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This essay was done a few years ago as a class project on the best gift we have ever recieved whether it's super-cool, or your favourite stuffed animal, or it has an emotional value of some sort. My favorite gift is a book I recieved from my mother on my birthday a week before she died. I want to...
I wrote this the day I returned from my eighth grade field trip to Washington DC. The most emotional part of the trip for me, as demonstrated in this work, was seeing the Declaration of Independence for the first time.
I'm making final adjustments. Please, if you have anything to say, say it. I need all the help i can get. If there is a part that you don't understand or that you'd like me to go into more detail with just tell me. Opinions are welcome(:
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Bittersweet Days is a narrative poem introduction of sorts for the "Harvard Street" memoir collection which is a work in progress. A few memoir poems that are currently part of my Booksie portfolio such as "...Monster" and "Talking to Myself" will be included as well as new narrative poetry. I ha...