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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:09 pm
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Hello~!
Through my boredom, I have decided to create a writing thread, in which I shall post my writings for all to see. I'll usually update the literature every week or so, adding more, or taking off old ones. So check back every now and then, and I'll have something new! :3
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 7:17 pm
This is Grendel's view of his attacks on Hrothgar's palace. This is based off of Beowulf, the play, not the movie.
Grendel is moving though the forest to the palace where the snores of men can be heard. His mother gave him some words of wisdom before he left, so that he would not find the same fate as his father.
If only those humans would know
What they did to my father
Who was just in his killings,
And proficient in the clean up,
Rather they killed him and left him to die
Alone and without love
While they left my mother to tend me and care for me
As an orphaned b*****d. The humans
Under Hrothgar shall perish by my hand
And by my hand shall they have the life in their throats
Squeezed and torn as their faces turn blue!
Grendel is my name, though they call me the monster,
As if I was living up to my father’s reputation
As the most feared creature in all the lands,
Above and below!
“Grendel, your fate lies within you,
And I should doubt it be as your father’s…”
My mother told me. But tonight, cold and vicious,
Unforgiving ground and hard rocks, sounds
Of the snoring of the humans
Who think themselves to be safe
Among their palace! Foolish be they
Who walk alongside the door of death
And knock on its large handle that breathes ice
And blows fire though tongues of old and worn!
They shall die tonight; my father shall be avenged!
As Grendel enters the building, he looks around at awe of the stupidity of the humans after their meager victory against other humans. They seem very docile, but Grendel knows differently.
With a mighty force, matching only that of my father’s,
I swing away at the humans, eating them
And casting the weak aside for they are nothing
For what I want to revenge upon,
They are weak…
How did he die
To their hands that are not rough with callus and blood,
Who scream like girls against the grip of my claws
On their innards and beg for their lives
Like cowards who run from water?
Was my father really this weak,
Or have the humans gone down in strength because
We have not attacked? Dare they
Humiliate my father like this? I think not!
My claws, sharp as the edge of a fine sword,
Cut easily though their flesh; they are weak.
My roar sends them running like a stream
From the mountain; they are weak.
My scales cannot be penetrated without their
Strength being better; they are weak.
My breath causes them to faint
In awe; they are weak.
They disgrace me with their stupidity and weakness!
“Is there one who can give me a fight worth fighting,
One who can give me the revenge I so deeply deserve,
Who can make me a challenge so that I may avenge
And reclaim my father’s glory!?”
None could hear me over the screams from his mouth
Except one who stood ready and stood strong.
My claws could not reach him;
He is strong.
My roar does not phase his determination;
He is strong.
My scales pose no threat to his blade;
He is strong.
My breath makes him laugh;
He is strong.
This opponent is the one who will
Give me the revenge I so greatly want
And deserve. He shall prove
A worthy opponent and I shall always
Cherish his braveness.
“Come, o man of honor and glory!
Come show me your might
So that I may crush it between my hands
Like a crab under a rock!”
For a small while, Beowulf, the man brave enough to challenge, and Grendel fight until eventually, Beowulf defeats Grendel with a strong blow which removes Grendel’s shoulder, arm, and claw and all.
I cannot believe my eyes,
Is that my arm sprawled
Across the ground, pumping blood out
As if the heart was still attached?
Has he who is courageous beaten me
With his strength which rivals only that of
Other humans?
“You have beaten me,
O man of courage and strength.
I thank you for this battle, which has
Shown I must become stronger.
But keep my words with you forever:
‘Next time we meet, I will kill you.’”
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A song! The Last Standing.
All I am
Is a man without a purpose or a destiny.
All we are
Are people trying to cure our impurity.
All you do
Is sit there and think about indemnity.
All I do
Is watch from a distance, the last of the idiocy.
Yet somehow I stand here all alone, away from the world.
And all I do is see my country, my Earth tear itself apart.
**
We are the Last standing,
We watch the idiots blow up the Earth.
I am the Last Standing, I see these people keeping themselves from digging in the dirt.
All you are
Is a person sitting, watching the fighting.
All they are
Are people thinking their actions will start them flying.
But they can’t see
That they are slowly killing the dying.
Yet all I am
Is a man without a purpose, just frighting.
And all these people who take heed of the women, boys and girls,
Can’t see their men are destroying their hearts.
**
And yet, all we do to try to fix it, try to make everything alright.
But they keep decimating us with their idiotic pointless fights.
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We are the Last Standing.
I am the Last Standing.
You are the Last Standing.
We Stand Alone.
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Another song! Perfect Girl.
I see her standing there;
A beauty unknown to the world.
She walks magnificently;
Never faltering, just a girl.
She thinks that she is unknown,
Just another girl going her way.
But she doesn’t see that, though
She’s so beautiful, they stare everyday.
**
She’s perfect,
A girl for today;
She’s loving,
She never stays away.
She’s gorgeous,
But she doesn’t see
That she’s perfect,
And a woman soon to be.
I see her lying there;
Dreaming of what’s to come.
She thinks of boys and men;
Not knowing of her rhythm drum.
A drum that beats wildly in her chest,
That she has no control over.
And it races and stops when she thinks
Of the one she’ll be with forever.
**
I see her sitting there;
Waiting for her new born baby.
She thinks, “How beautiful
This baby, my baby must be.”
The nurse steps out, handing a life to her,
And whispers softly, “She’s healthy.”
She takes her in her arms,
And holds her close to her drum,
Now playing slowly; just holding her closely.
**
I see her laying there;
With friends and family ‘round her.
They are all crying
For the loss of a perfect little girl…
**
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She’s perfect…
She’s perfect.
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2008 1:31 pm
I rustled up this sonnet from way back when, from in High School! xD I know it's got forced rhyming... -stares-
To Thee I Write
To thee I write a poem of my love,
Which deems a certain quality of taste.
The thought of thee is as a newborn dove
That wishes to be free and not be chaste;
For what do doves but want to be so free,
To fly among the young and beautiful?
Yet this one that is so small and tiny
Just wishes to be free and be blissful.
Thou art so free and taking to the skies,
Flying forever with the wings of peace;
For any other one who should despise
Will now be lost, for thou art deceasèd.
So keep to me this promise of thy heart,
And I shall keep this writing. Never Part!
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 5:57 pm
Here's a newer song I just wrote. It's kinda emo, and it's got nothing to do with anything in my life. xD I just liked it. I'm good at pouring out stuff like this.
Lift Up My Song
So tell me why I should just stay here, just waiting.
I want to go far away and stay there, just waiting.
But no, you don’t see
How everything you say stays a part of me.
So lift up my song and sing all along
And find a way into the light.
So keep up this lyric, keep it with you now,
For all you do, I wish I might.
So let me just tell you how I feel about you,
And I will just stay here crying about you.
But you cannot see
How everything said affects me.
So lift up my song and sing all along
And find a way into the light.
But you don’t know, that all for the show,
I’ve kept in this strong will to fight.
I fight for the right to love once again,
And all it does is bring me pain.
I wish you could see how the days strain me,
And that all this time I sing:
Lift up my song and sing all along
And find a way into the light.
For all I want is to just be free,
And never again fear your spite.
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