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band
Band of unity. Rock band. Rubber band. Bands are all positive and we must embrace this. We must unite and band together. We must have the heart, soul and energy of a rock band. We must have the flexibility of a rubber band.
thunder
Crashing down on everyone. The music of a rock band. The feeling of an earthquake. Exhilaration and fear working together in harmony.
lightning
Everyone is scared by thunder but everybody is fascinated by lightning. It's God's anger but it's beautiful when in comes with gentle rain and a soft wind. Lightning is a natural phenomenon-it's shocking.
ill
I hate when teens use the word "ill" to represent something "cool" or should I say interesting rather. Ill is when a person is taking their last breaths on a hospice care bed and struggling to survive with an oxygen mask. Ill is not a really good song with a beat.
ticket
She lost the ticket- the ticket to his heart. It was a stupid misplacement and she could not think of anything else to do but cry. She cried in front of him and he came running. He understood her story honestly and empathized with her. She now had the ticket to his heart.
violet
Blood is not red, it's violet. It's more purple than red. Purple is the color of royalty. Did ancient kings measure their power in blood? Our society was perverted from the beginning of mankind.
beloved
I look through my newly bought 20x zoom lens to view her. Sometimes she fixes her hair. Sometimes she reads a book. Most of the time she is on her computer. What does she do? She is an author, perhaps. A beautiful author-one with a strand of hair that dangles across her brow as she types every word gingerly. She is unsure of herself. She tears a little when she types her last word. Her beloved is no more.