The older I get, the less adventures I go on. And yet, the older I get, the more adventures I go on.

 I wrote an essay in English class about the affect media has on our society. Here is the intro paragraph:

Dilated pupils, dull eyes. Thin, crimson veins branched out across the sclera. Once vibrant and glowing, now weighed down by bags bearing the burdens of how society expects her to look. The feeling of emptiness takes hold when gazed upon. She paints a mask manufactured of assorted products advertised to her, in an attempt to hide her nonexistent flaws.  Gray hairs had creeped through the pores of her scalp, scattered throughout her curly, raven locks; brittle and lifeless. All that remains underneath the over priced, designer clothing is a skeleton of a once warm-hearted, blissful girl, broken down by the mentality society has set for her. Too many people have the same mindset of seeing beauty as one way and one way only. Countless people claim outer appearance insignificant compared to the pure allurement of inner beauty. However, in the past year a total of $7 billion was spent on makeup alone, 11.7 million cosmetic surgical procedures were performed, and 10 million women suffer from eating disorders (40% of newly diagnosed eating disorders are in girls 15-19 years old).  Young girls are endangering their life to try and fit in with what society tells them to look like, and we just sit back and do nothing, if not encourage the behavior. It’s time we open our minds and realize beauty comes in all shapes and sizes, not in what the television shows us.

Let me intellectually seduce you with the flow of my concepts
Just your basic book fiend, rhymes clean, with little regrets
My written words will allure so eloquently
Not a rapper, I prefer the art of poetry

With a slight rhythmic beat that will have you vibing
Stimulating your mind with my intriguing writing
My pen will enchant your wandering eye, not to sound cliche
I want to entice you with the captivation of delectable wordplay. 

Inspired by the rappers who had college degrees
Along with the poets who studied the art of what they see
Nowadays fame is the goal, and riches are the dream
But education is not required, just get rich quick schemes.

However, my mind thirsts for an utterly stimulating conversation
I crave intellectual banter and hunger for knowledge that has no limitation
One day our generation will want to feed their minds
But until then I tend to stay on my 90's grind

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Too some, simply a word, hollow and inconsequential. However, to me, this concept has become the simplified definition of my monotonous life. These hallways, swarmed with an abundance of adolescent youth. As I wander these wise halls that have witnessed generation after generation of unpretentious teenagers, I pass by a hundred faces, and yet I see none. I have conversations, without saying anything at all. Nothing but empty words exchanged between acquaintances. My classmates and I have little to no contact, for I feel wise beyond their years. To be surrounded by dozens of friends was a craving I longed for at one point in my life. Now I live beyond unessential wants of those around me. If my few close friends are not with me, I am more than likely to be alone. I am more than likely to be isolated.

Waking up is so bothersome. An ill-favored commodity blasts an obnoxious, overplayed radio song. Insipid lyrics lacking substance, a repetitive chorus, foreordained to act as a broken record settled in your mind for the remainder of the day. Snooze button. After several encounters with it, I am forced to pry myself from my bed. That's when my bed is most comfortable. My mattress embraces my body, hugging its every curve. My head, pressed against my favorite pillow. Silky, easeful, and impressible. It's always fluffy in the mornings. I'm snuggled up in my comforter, warm and cozy. To have to abandon my bed when it calls on me the most is truly heartbreaking.

 My alarm clock has clocked out for this morning I am awoken by the natural state of which my internal clock intends. The quiescent condition my body was in, broadened my senses capabilities to descry infinitesimal details within nature that we human beings fail to acknowledge. The faint chirps from a bird's nest, the lilting whispers of the wind, and pitter patters of rain droplets all harmonized concurrently, fabricating a melody, purely enchanting to the inquisitive ear. My eyes squinted open, only to be blinded by the luminous rays of the everlasting star, cruel and unforgiving to those who gaze into it's beaming aurora, creeping through the cracks in my blinds. After excessively rubbing my eyes, I once again opened them. Horizontal streaks of golden sunlight reflected off the blinds and onto the monochromatic, mahogany carpet. Languidly rolling out of bed, i made my way to the kitchen to brew a fresh cup of coffee. The bittersweet beverage flowed down my throat. A warming sensation filled my body. The rich aroma, the bold taste, penetrated my very soul. I sat down on my bed and took out several sheets of paper, accompanied by a pen and began my creative writings. I adore those easeful mornings.