More Logic Puzzle Records

I had made a few more records.  I finally found time to put it in my blog

The Cat(Sonnet 156)

The cat has come outside the door;
her pelt glows dark into the night.
While thinking about having more,
the stars will shine so bright.
She is prowling through the fog,
Stalking without a trace through the cold mist.
She is being chased by a dog,
but oh, the dog has missed.
She is panting in a cave with relief;
a cave where all sounds echo.
Her paws spring upon a leaf;
she will never let go.
At the moment the sun will rise,
she does not want a surprise.

Sonnet 155 - My First Sonnet

Our love once grew strong,

but now it is starting to fall.

We thought it would last long,

but it did not stay at all.

I thought that looking in your eyes

 tasted like sweet food,

but then I heard all the lies

and knew that you were no good!

I thought that we were forever

 when you  first saw me,

but love now feels like never,

can't you see?

Maybe you should find a heart that is not mine,

and then all of your love could shine!

Cosmetic testing on animals-cruelty

I support a ban on testing cosmetics on animals not only because there are synthetic alternatives for testing maquillage, but also because animals cannot provide consent and human reactions to chemicals are not the same as those of animals.

What writing means to me

For me, writing has a completely new definition. I use it as a power, weaving together exotic sentences that soon join together to form legendary artwork. When I see my writing, I now see bright, beautiful words. But it was not always that way.

I used to hate writing. It was a force commanded against me. No matter how hard anyone tried to move me from this place, I stubbornly would not budge. But two years ago, I took a writing course that changed my life forever. From that moment on I could never stop writing in various formats. I noticed that I have an affinity for writing short stories and poems. More recently, I took an essay writing course for the SAT. This course will take me one step further.

When I use writing as my own force, wild words flow right out of my hand. The more power I use, the more glamourous the passage turns out to be. When I am done, all of the paragraphs appear to shine brightly into my eyes.

And even later in my life, my writing will get me into top-level colleges and may even earn me widespread fame. In conclusion, writing is a flame that I burn brightly with.