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I'm serious. All this is stuff I wrote, presumably in 9th grade, presumably all around the same time. I'll start with the most interesting but most enigmatic, to me, anyway.
It's Latin. And sadly, I have no idea what any of it means (if it's even grammatically correct). Ooooh, wait, I think I understand 3 out of 5 sentences. Hurrah! Anyway, yea, these seem sorta random, though....
Puella non curat.
Vita mala est.
Vita bona non est.
Ubi sum?
Poena mea victoria tua est.
What on earth? I love how I found this on the bottom of a page full of ENGLISH notes.
Honestly, that was the nice part of this whole thing. NICE. As in I seriously had a twisted mind back then. Obviously. Hmm...okay then. "Fun" poems are next.
This one has no title (apparently, I wasn't feeling so creative)
Silent, the child, her heart filled up with fear.
Silent, the child, sparkling tear in her eye.
Silent, the child, her heart wondering why.
Silent, the child, her angry friend is near.
And so she appears; the other is here.
The child of silence lets out a soft sigh
As her friend, child of darkness, walks on by,
A serpent of evil, face in a leer.
So, though she may appear a great fool,
She knows it is a risk which she must take.
Child of silence decides to give a smile.
No repsonse; her tears are starting to pool.
Has she made a most horrible mistake?
A returning light; it simply took a while.
Okay, I'm going to point out that I was way more concerned with everything rhyming and being rhythmic than it actually being...correct. I didn't know what "leer" meant, apparently sweatdrop So kill that line, and it's all good. Also, I always liked to use that little "child of darkness" thing back then, with her counterpart being the "little child of light." However, I'd definitely switch who those titles belong to, now.
"The Face"
Lovely the eyes, the coldest of ice.
Radiant the smile which brightens the face.
Beautiful the face which views me with hate.
If I were to change that, I would change its fate.
Eyes so ugly would smile at me.
Smile so dull, a cloudy day.
Hideous face to see me as friend.
I could never bring that end.
Oh woe! the day I saw that one!
The face which became my shining sun.
But now the sun has left my sky.
The ones who know why
Are she and I.
sweatdrop Obssessed? Yup. Quite smart about it? Absolutely...NOT! Hmm...I guess I did appreciate the fact that the grass is always greener on the other side. Also acknowledged that I didn't see the beauty until it was too late. Ah, well, better late than never!
One more poem, with no title again, then the story that I had forgotten about. Um, yea...
Sighing, sighing, sighing, I think of all
the pain I have caused. All the hurt and pain
my actions have created, and again
I realize I created this fall
That made my despair. I'm against a wall
created by love. I am no child's doll
nor puppet. My love has made me insane
as I cry out in hurt and in great pain
and suffering. All I can do is call
Ah, that's the sum of most everything I wrote in 9th grade. It all sounds like that. Mostly. Sort of. Whatever. I'll skip the other "awesome" poems I found. "Loveless" "Person" "Is It?" "Keep a Memory of Me" (incomplete) "Lost Love" (which was totally random, and definitely supposed to be about Kyle or something), and...holy crap, it's a sonnet!? What the heck?! Uuuumm....wow...that's super-special.
Mmm, so anyway, this is the story I found. I never finished it, though I'd swear I wrote some sort of ending to it...Actually, there's two versions. The first goes nowhere. The 2nd is better, but still doesn't have an ending.
Thud! Brooke collapsed to her knees. She was running out of air, but the hands around her neck showed no signs of releasing her. I supposed I deserve this, Brooke thought. After all, I did ruin Beth's life. It's only fair.
She tried to breathe, but it was no use. Beth's hands were positioned perfectly; she could kill. Brooke had known that for quite some time, but she hadn't thought Beth would actually kill her.
"Beth," Brook gasped. "Don't...kill me...please..." Beth didn't loosen her hands. Despair filled Brooke's mind she would die at the age of 14.
"Brooke, you knew this was coming. Nothing will stop me." Beth's voice was cold and hard, like a block of ice.
Brooke began to cry. Tears ran down her face. She only had around two minutes before she would die.
The first version ends there. It's actually the more impersonal of the two.
Thud! Brooke fell to her knees on the carpeted floor. She tried to breathe, but the hands around her neck prevented it. So, Brooke thought, this is how I'm going to die. My best friend, the atheist who thinks I won't go to heaven, is going to murder me. Brooke had never thought she would be murdered, let alone by Beth, but that was not important at the moment. Brooke needed to live through this encounter.
"Beth," Brooke gasped. "Why?" Although she already knew the answer, Brooke knew the question would help her to figure a way out of this mess.
"You told our secret, Brooke. You told it to people on the Internet, people who may know me," Beth replied coldly. Brooke realized Beth would be very unreceptive to persuasion. Brooke was about to give up when she thought of the perfect strategy. She simply needed to phrase it correctly--and beat the clock.
"You told Chris," Brooke choked. "I didn't use names. You told him it was me." Brooke tried to get a little air, but she again failed.
"It's not the same thing," Beth argued. "Chris asked me about it. No one asked you."
"But it is the same thing. You didn't have to say it was me," Brooke forced out. She glanced at the clock and realized she only had a single minute left.
Beth saw the clock, too. Internally, she was struggling with her feelings. She could let Brooke live, or she could simply wait sixty seconds for Brooke to suffocate.
"Please let me go, Beth," Brooke pleaded. "Please. Don't kill m--" Brooke's voice suddenly died off as she blacked out.
Beth knew she had no choice; she could not let Brooke die. Beth released Brooke just seconds before the final minute was up. Brooke fell to the floor and didn't move.
"Brooke, are you alright?" Beth asked. Brooke did not answer or move. Horror struck Beth as she realized she had killed her best friend.
Beth bent down and rolled Brooke onto her back. She checked to see if Brooke was breathing; she was not.
And so ends version 2. If I ever find that ending...darn it! I know I wrote it! The Latin "Angel of God" was part of it. And it was sooooo heart-warming crying
Blah, I'll keep looking...
 nepie · Mon Apr 02, 2007 @ 03:38am · 0 Comments |
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