tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56802066612538461242024-03-19T23:24:11.768-07:00Dean DouglasDean Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02284836017947078290noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680206661253846124.post-31913388196377743232014-01-09T22:42:00.000-08:002014-01-09T22:42:11.263-08:00Real TalkHi my name is Dean Douglas and I am a student in mr. nelsons creative writing class. One day he showed us a poem by Anis Mojgoni called Shake the Dust. Than he asked us to write our own. Out of all my work making my own version of this was by far my favorite and in my mind the best work i've done on my own. Hope you like it as well. <br />
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<span style="color: red;">This one is for the ones who are told you're never goingn to amount to anything. The ones who are told to take a pill every morning so you can fit in. the ones who have something to say but are told to shut up and listen, this assignment is worth 70% of your grade .This is for the kids who can't sit still but are constantly told what to do. To the kids who color outside of the lines, who find the beauty in the small things. Well I say shake the dust, shake things up. Don't listen, just be yourself. That pill can't cange how you reallly feel only mask it towards the rest. Break free from the bonds and create. Look at the resistance in the face and laugh. Laugh so hard your buddy gives you that face. Stand tall you are not alone. Shake the dust. You are not alone.</span><br />
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<span style="color: red;">Thank you</span> Dean Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02284836017947078290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680206661253846124.post-4212201592983886112013-12-08T21:33:00.000-08:002013-12-08T21:33:09.471-08:00I don't want to forgetHey remember the time where you were just sitting at the computer with a blank stare, trying to find some sort of inspiration.<br />
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I remember my child hood<br />
I remember not sleeping on Christmas eve because I was just super excited about all the things that were going to happen in the morning<br />
I remember looking at the clock and it being 1 am and thought it was time<br />
I remember being sent back to bed when I was captured at the stairs trying to run down the stairs to start Christmas<br />
I remember thinking that I ruined Christmas because I saw something that I shouldn't have seen<br />
I remember when I actually ruined Christmas<br />
I remember waking up and I was excited as always but went down stairs and was upset to see I didn't get what I wanted<br />
I remember being yelled at by my mother<br />
I remember sitting in the shower Christmas morning crying because I've upset the one person I truly care about<br />
I remember the rest of my family coming over and it was so hard to keep composed around them and my mom wouldn't come join us because she was so angry and didn't want to see me or the rest of my family<br />
I remember the best Christmas ever... the next Christmas<br />
I remember not being set on worldly things and just loved and cherished every single thing that I got<br />
I remember still having every one of those things to this day and I love them with all my heart<br />
I remember the holidays<br />
I remember the thanksgiving where we had both my sets of grandparents over to the house along with my mom and dads brothers and sisters<br />
I remember when my grandma (dads mom) was still at the table grabbing another plate while we were all still in the kitchen talking, watching football and eating pie<br />
I remember hearing a big crash and looking over and seeing my grandma on the floor with a Shattered chair around her<br />
I remember having to run to my room and laugh into my pillow because it was so funny and I didn't want her feelings to be hurt<br />
I remember that didn't matter after words ... she was laughing as hard as we all were<br />
I remember helping her up and her asking for her plate ... she wasn't finished<br />
I remember when we were getting ready for dinner my other grandma reaching down to the bread drawer and farting<br />
I remember I almost peed my pants laughing<br />
I remember Halloween<br />
I remember the year that in snowed about a foot and a half on October 30<br />
I remember my friends and I getting bundled up and having our dads with us<br />
I remember we had to end early that night<br />
I remember we started to have a snowball fight<br />
I remember my friends dad hit my other friend (not his son) in the face with an ice ball<br />
I remember we had to go home because his nose was bleeding and he was crying (I don't blame him)<br />
I remember we only got around the block and I was still freezing<br />
I remember grandma being back at my house when I got back<br />
I remember her having fruit because it was Halloween and she didn't want our teeth to rot out of our heads so she got the obvious solution to the problems ... unripe pares (hard as rocks)<br />
I remember her telling me to eat up<br />
I remember one of my loose teeth coming out on the second bite<br />
I remember I was so scared but so happy<br />
I remember eating soup the rest of the night because I afraid to have another pare and if I ate the candy I might loose all of my teeth<br />
I remember my childhood being filled with adventure and stories and all sorts of fun<br />
I remember my childhood having some pretty sad parts in it but that is not what I'm going to focus on<br />
I remember my childhood<br />
I don't ever want to forget<br />
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Step Five: Show every single person you know you are the life of the party now<br />
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You Are Welcome<br />
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This will be you!Dean Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02284836017947078290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680206661253846124.post-86900934664220087082013-11-24T21:57:00.002-08:002013-11-24T22:03:21.538-08:00different? original? Probably not... oh wellWant me to be different or original well is that even possible?<br />
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I say yes it is! we are all original in our own certain ways.<br />
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The "original" harlem shakeDean Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02284836017947078290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680206661253846124.post-31138449953103089812013-11-24T21:47:00.000-08:002013-11-24T21:47:31.648-08:00In the mind of Dean DouglasIf you were really wondering what is going on up here well...<br />
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As you can see i think of her all the time and i can't help it. I want to find ways to see her and be with her and talk to her.<br />
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It's odd and kind of annoying but well i enjoy it.<br />
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You kids think that you can't feel love so young well I am pretty sure that you can feel a little bit. Not all but a little.<br />
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The bit you feel is remarkable, it's like a drug that you just can't get enough of.<br />
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I'm hooked. Love you've won. Can't live with you but can't live without you.... just like women.Dean Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02284836017947078290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680206661253846124.post-48201011854676170182013-10-27T21:55:00.000-07:002013-10-27T21:57:43.363-07:00Places to go when you don't have anywhere to goIf you are feeling a bit antsy and just and have no place to go,<br />
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<li>find an odd store</li>
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<li>leave the odd store and walk (lock your car)</li>
<li>say hi to some people on the street</li>
<li>take the bloody head phones out of dat head</li>
<li>do 7 before you do 8</li>
<li>have an adventure </li>
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If you do all of these things well may meet your wife... or not but how would you know</div>
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go be alone for a while you just may learn something about yourself as well as the world.</div>
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<span style="color: red;">In my life music is my guide. Always there for me to inspire and help me through just those days. Always there at the right time in the right moment.</span></div>
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Fear is trying for this post to not to sound like a church talk.</div>
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Fear is freaking out if that sentence I just wrote doesn't work as a sentence.</div>
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Love is fear, but fear is not love.</div>
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Love is fear because your afraid of loosing them of not being there for them.</div>
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Fear is freaking out when that person goes away to that place that you just don't want to go but you will. </div>
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Fear is needed in life. Without it how would we know how to loose or am I just rambling.</div>
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Fear is waking up in the morning and remembering that you have a test, or that the world just doesn't like you.</div>
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Overcoming the feeling of judgement of my peers. </div>
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The feeling like people think of me as a tourist but really I just don't know how to change the bloody background on my blog.</div>
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My life would be nothing without fear because I would have nothing to overcome.</div>
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Well here I am overcoming </div>
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Dean Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02284836017947078290noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680206661253846124.post-74532385230571885682013-09-15T21:15:00.001-07:002013-09-30T11:38:18.750-07:00Love<h2>
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<span style="color: red;">There is no way in this world that I could explain to you love. I have felt it and just really basked in the glory of it. I have lost it and have broken my heart. I believe love conesides with the word trust. You've got to have it or else well you don't have love. Man love can be the most amazing thing in the world. But their are different types of love. Young love that is inexperienced love. Just starting out and really getting the feeling of it, your just bairly dipping your toes in and well getting a taste. Don't know how you can dip your toes and taste them that would probably be really gross. But anyways I like to think I have been in love and still am in love. But they don't love me. But why, maybe i'm not in love but more just think about this person all day every day. Try to look for oppertuinities where i can make them happy and help them with whatever is troubling. Well I don't think I will know love until it smacks me over my head like a sack of bricks or to a lesser extent a pillow case full of oranges (flordia Gangers do this). My head is hurting pretty bad. It feels like i've hurt you but how. I'm sorry i'll just keep on playing that song i sang for you that day. Dosen't matter anymore. Hope you have a good day! um okay</span><br />
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Dean Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02284836017947078290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680206661253846124.post-24426955338767639132013-09-15T20:59:00.000-07:002013-09-30T11:38:09.621-07:00CrayonsCrayons<br />
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I wish I could go back and just stop and tell myself that this is it. This is when you have the most fun and you can live your little baby life. You get a sammich in church and get to make faces at the dude talking. This is when you could color outside the lines without the judgement of your peers. Why would I want to call you my peer. <span style="color: red;">Maybe i want to write in red becuse it is a really cool color. </span><span style="color: lime;">I really like blue too. Screw grammer write the way you want to write let your fingers do the talking! So what i'm color blind this beautiful yellow color that i'm writhing in right now is mine even though my mother just informed me it was green. </span><span style="color: #351c75;">well i'm not sure what this color this is but i want my crayons back i want that really cool thing where it will melt your crayons and you can mold your own crayon into all of your favorite colors. So what if the color always turns out brown. maybe i wanted to be brown. </span><span style="color: red;"><strong>Quit trying to suck the life out of me because i'm not as good as you. Let me go back and get $20 from grandma because it's my birthday and not let it all go to my car. this is a joke. Quit judging and relax. hope you find the child in you. I'm trying my best! Enjoy your day</strong></span><br />
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Dean Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02284836017947078290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680206661253846124.post-32650863087418337402013-09-15T20:46:00.000-07:002013-09-30T11:37:59.870-07:00I'm HereI'm here lone peak students<br />
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I walk to halls slowly and see what a mess we are all making this place. Well i'm here to help with what you need and want. Though you may not see me, i'm there trying to make my own difference. But why won't anyone see. We need to take off the horse bliders and widen our gaze into others lives. We cannot walk around anymore thinking that the world revolves around us. We need to see each other and we need to be mindfull of one anothers problems.<br />
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Quit it with your phones. If I have one more person that is going to sit and talk to me and right in the middle of our conversation pulls out their iAnnoying product just so they can snapchat something that is quite frankly the most pointless picture you will ever see, well I am just going to grab that crap and throw it on the ground! <br />
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There is a place and time people, when were talking is not the time. I wonder what would happen if we all took a break from our phones and tablets and what have you. You are only aloud to use it to call someone so you can actually talk to them. Other than that nothing. I dare you. I'm going to. One Week Go. Show the world that your really there. I am are you?<br />
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<br />Dean Douglashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02284836017947078290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5680206661253846124.post-28575902644568047662013-08-28T12:26:00.004-07:002013-09-15T21:03:17.190-07:00In the beginningWelcome to the blog of Dean Douglas.<br />
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Dear reader,<br />
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You are going to read things on this blog that will be interesting to some people and not what they want to hear, but get over it. This blog is going to be fun and fun to read. This blog is going to be a chance for me Dean to progress on my writing skills. By that I mean to get my thoughts into writing and see if I get lucky. I will try to be a Gentleman about the things I say but nobody is perfect. Hope you enjoy listening to me try to find my soul. Hope you find yours.<br />
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Love<br />
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