I Am The Messenger
December 28, 2007 at 4:24 pm (I Am The Messenger, metaphor, personification, simile)
“A dark wind makes it through the trees.
The sky is nervous. Black and blue.
My heart applauds inside my ears, first like a roaring crowd, then slows and slows till it’s a solitary person , clapping with unbridled sarcasm.”
I Am The Messenger by Markus Zusak pg. 132
Emma K said,
May 27, 2009 at 5:45 pm
“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in how they look. Not in how they act. But in who they are.” – I Am the Messenger