A loss of innocence is inevitable. It cannot be so that an individual may live without the purity of their soul being stained, for it is within human nature to be destructive. Although this[…]
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The Colour of Corruption
White is a beautiful colour. White is a quiet and peaceful expression of childhood – it is pure, innocent, virtuous. White exists as a perfect combination of every colour in the spectrum – it is[…]
The Consequences of Innocence
Note: this is not a critical essay (I’ve used ‘I’s and ‘I think’, and my lack of 2 out of 5 paragraphs), but rather me trying to better understand the psychology of the author through[…]
A Requiem – To Me
If there is one thing I have learned throughout my life, it’s that an innocent man will always be used by others. Those that are corrupt. Whether it is his parents, siblings, or friends, there[…]
Growing Up in Neverland
Ever since I was little, I wanted so desperately to fly. I wanted to press my palm into the fabric of the sky, paint the earth with the colours of the sunrise. Flight occupied[…]
Who Am I?–A Portrait
~ PART ONE–THE FACADE ~ ~ When I look in the mirror, I see a girl whose desire is painted green. Green. Like the gem she was named after or the light burning furiously at[…]
This Loving
I love you. We’ve all heard these words before. We’ve said them before. We’ve given them out like they were candies wrapped in little blue boxes with silver strings, we’ve imagined them into our[…]
Painting By Night
What do these texts suggest about an individual’s capacity for self-sacrifice in the face of compelling circumstances? (Polished Personal) Creative Response to “Dancer” with connections based on the imagery of darkness and light to represent[…]
Feminism in Pride and Prejudice – A Boy’s Perspective
Pride and Prejudice. A romantic satire in which many women find sanctuary (or used to anyway). I can safely say that, among these days, I feel that feminism has been achieved. I believe this book[…]
pretty how towns
Below is my personal response to ee.cummings’ poem anyone who lived in a pretty how town. In this piece I explore the separation between the minds of children and adults, for children have yet to slip into[…]