Memories are a crystalline stream in the mind, droplets hissed away sometimes to the blue void of oblivion, and other times returning to their mother, whether in a drizzle or a deluge.
Living in Houston is riding your horse to school, carrying a gun everywhere, and wearing cowboy hats and boots. At least that is what everybody else thinks.
Hi Nikki--This is funny and accurate, but it isn't a metaphor, which compares two things by having one stand in for the other. If you said, "Houston is a hot skillet", that would be a metaphor.
Memories dwell in the backstage of my mind, you know the actors are there, ready to perform when the time comes, but sometimes when you peal back the curtain, searching, you find nothing.
Daniel--I'd love for you to push this in a more interesting way, like "Living in Houston is like living in an oven, or a steam room, or a sweaty locker room..." Desert seems too predictable for you.
living in houston is living in a collage of pictures pulled out from all different kinds of books. There are things such as history, color, modern styles, sports, and so much more that pull the whole thing together.
Living in Houston is like living with a bipolar sister.
ReplyDeleteI love this! I'd love to see where it goes....
DeleteHouston weather is a flip flopping politician, constantly telling the audience the opposite of what they thought he believed in.
ReplyDelete(explained - The weather in Houston varies so tremendously. The first summer I was here It flooded. The next summer was a drought)
Caleb--this is very thoughtful.
DeleteMy memories are a teenagers bedroom. Everything's a complete mess, and the second you need to find something, it disappears out of sight.
ReplyDeleteThat's great, Elise. My memory is certainly like my teenage bedroom!
DeletePairs of shoes are like chips, you know you can't have just one.
ReplyDeleteI certainly can't!
DeleteMemories are candy, some are sweet and you want more while some are sour and you want to forget.
ReplyDeleteCarson--this is smart. Can you work on using correct punctuation in your blog responses? Thanks!
DeleteUggs are the blanket you could never part from when you were a child; providing comfort and security where ever you are.
ReplyDeleteAre they torn and tattered like an old blanket too?
DeleteMemories are a crystalline stream in the mind, droplets hissed away sometimes to the blue void of oblivion, and other times returning to their mother, whether in a drizzle
ReplyDeleteor a deluge.
Lovely, Eric.
DeleteLiving in Houston is riding your horse to school, carrying a gun everywhere, and wearing cowboy hats and boots. At least that is what everybody else thinks.
ReplyDeleteHi Tareck--this is funny, but isn't really a metaphor, which compares two things by having one stand in for the other. This is more of an explanation.
DeleteBad memories are stains on the couch: never going away when you want them to.
ReplyDeleteHa!
DeleteMy memory is an old book, with so many torn and ripped pages that the original story is impossible to decipher.
ReplyDeleteAll our original stories are impossible to decipher! Great.
DeleteLiving in Houston is all the species of birds coming together for a party.
ReplyDeleteKunal--this is interesting. I'd love to know why...
DeleteMemory is a patchwork quilt that fades and frays over the years.
ReplyDeleteIt certainly does.
DeleteYou know you are in houston when you throw a raw egg on the concrete during the summer and it cooks.
ReplyDeleteHi Nikki--This is funny and accurate, but it isn't a metaphor, which compares two things by having one stand in for the other. If you said, "Houston is a hot skillet", that would be a metaphor.
DeleteMy shoes take me where I need to be, much like common sense.
ReplyDeleteAre your shoes also practical?
DeleteMemories dwell in the backstage of my mind, you know the actors are there, ready to perform when the time comes, but sometimes when you peal back the curtain, searching, you find nothing.
ReplyDeleteLove it.
DeleteMy memories are snowflakes in a snow globe. They often lay hidden at the bottom of the globe until I shake it causing the snowflakes to dance.
ReplyDeleteHooray!
DeleteMy memories are all of the books, pencils, and pieces of paper in my backpack. They are the events that I constantly carry.
ReplyDeleteAre they like tools as well?
DeleteMemories are lessons learned. They change me into the person I am today and will be tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteAre all your memories lessons? Do you think ALL of our memories shape us? I'd love to hear why.
DeleteShoes are twins, always coming in pairs.
ReplyDeleteSo apropos!
DeleteLiving in houston is like living in a desert, its always hot.
ReplyDeleteDaniel--I'd love for you to push this in a more interesting way, like "Living in Houston is like living in an oven, or a steam room, or a sweaty locker room..." Desert seems too predictable for you.
DeleteShoes are a vehicle that burns calories and not gas.
ReplyDeleteGood Memories are the clothes in your closet that you wear the most, where as bad memories are the clothes that stay in the back of you closet
ReplyDeleteLiving in Houston is non-changing season, because you will find people wearing shorts in the winter.
ReplyDeleteMemories are lesson taught and learned.
shoes are the extra tire beneath your car, you don't need them if you don't break the first pair
ReplyDeleteliving in houston is living in a collage of pictures pulled out from all different kinds of books. There are things such as history, color, modern styles, sports, and so much more that pull the whole thing together.
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