Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Oliver Twist (Charles Dickens) -Critic
In the book "Oliver Twist", Charles Dickens pours his heart out and communicates very effectively the conditions in the workhouses. The language in the book ...
I'll continue late with my good copy....
PeACe. ♥
I'll continue late with my good copy....
PeACe. ♥
5201314♥
I notice every single time you walk through the door. I acknowledge your presence every single second. My conscience is struggling, I'm drowning in pools of despair. Do you ever notice how my eyes become pools of hope when you talk to me? Do you know that my heart is beating--- beating for you? I wince and cringe every time you refuse to look at me. My heart freezes when you show any signs of your disinterest in me. I don't want to continue like this, stumbling blindly through my pointless affection for you. I want to let you know and to show you my inner self, but you seem to have me imprisoned and tied up to the point where it is impossible to break through. Why is it that, even when I know you are a player, I still like you? Why do I give my heart to the ones who are most likely to give it away? I want to take my beloved heart back. You don't deserve it, yet, you seem to always persuade me to give it to you. And after you are in possession of my heart, you always hurt it. Every one of your insults, no matter how light-hearted they are, they always feel like the most painful stabs. Why did it have to be you? I'm tired of burying my feelings...and trying to keep them buried. I know I can't keep them in any longer for they are continuously resurfacing. If I keep burying like this over and over again, I'll end up burying my soul.
I'll end up burying my soul, because of you.
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Friday, May 14, 2010
~A butterfly
A beautiful butterfly,
Fluttering about,
It's vibrant colors,
Gives me a magnificent thrill,
I want it,
I crave for it,
I long for this beautiful thing,
To come to me,
And let me stroke it,
And let me feel its magic.
But as I attempt to pursue it,
It became more and more distant,
And my poor heart,
Filled with despair,
Sank deeper and deeper,
With every step I took.
I pursue the precious gem,
But it wouldn't come to me.
I cried in sorrow knowing,
Knowing it would never be mine.
My steps faltered,
And my knees wobbled,
And alas I stopped my pursuit.
And my eyes,
My poor eyes,
Were blinded with hot tears.
I walked and I walked,
Never looking back.
My mind then started to clear,
And thought no longer of that butterfly,
I thought no longer of that butterfly,
I thought no longer-----
No longer...
Then out of blue,
I noticed,
That the butterfly has quietly landed,
Landed ever so softly,
And sweetly,
Upon my shoulder...
Fluttering about,
It's vibrant colors,
Gives me a magnificent thrill,
I want it,
I crave for it,
I long for this beautiful thing,
To come to me,
And let me stroke it,
And let me feel its magic.
But as I attempt to pursue it,
It became more and more distant,
And my poor heart,
Filled with despair,
Sank deeper and deeper,
With every step I took.
I pursue the precious gem,
But it wouldn't come to me.
I cried in sorrow knowing,
Knowing it would never be mine.
My steps faltered,
And my knees wobbled,
And alas I stopped my pursuit.
And my eyes,
My poor eyes,
Were blinded with hot tears.
I walked and I walked,
Never looking back.
My mind then started to clear,
And thought no longer of that butterfly,
I thought no longer of that butterfly,
I thought no longer-----
No longer...
Then out of blue,
I noticed,
That the butterfly has quietly landed,
Landed ever so softly,
And sweetly,
Upon my shoulder...
Monday, May 10, 2010
~My dream
I have a dream...
I dream that in ten years of time, I will be rushing through the bright halls of a clinic and meeting patients who need my help. I dream that I will become someone who relieves people of their pain and bring smiles to their faces. I dream that I will feel exhaustion at the end of each day but an exhaustion that will make me feel I have lived to my full potential. I dream that my job will not only bring me happiness, but at the same time, to others as well.
I dream that in ten years of time, I will be rushing through the bright halls of a clinic and meeting patients who need my help. I dream that I will become someone who relieves people of their pain and bring smiles to their faces. I dream that I will feel exhaustion at the end of each day but an exhaustion that will make me feel I have lived to my full potential. I dream that my job will not only bring me happiness, but at the same time, to others as well.
It's weak
Dizziness,
Echoes,
Disaster,
Collapse.
Plug your ears,
But it doesn't stop,
Scream all you can,
But they don't go,
There is nothing you can do,
But suffer.
They criticize your appearance,
They criticize your way of speech,
They criticize your life.
You absorb it all eagerly,
Yet you know it will do you harm,
You know what they say isn't serious,
It isn't important,
Yet you cling onto their every word,
As if they were your dear life,.
This isn't about constructive criticism,
But gossip with no reason,
There's no need to try to stop the source,
For words cannot be stopped.
Shut your heart to these malices,
For they are weaker than weakness itself.
Echoes,
Disaster,
Collapse.
Plug your ears,
But it doesn't stop,
Scream all you can,
But they don't go,
There is nothing you can do,
But suffer.
They criticize your appearance,
They criticize your way of speech,
They criticize your life.
You absorb it all eagerly,
Yet you know it will do you harm,
You know what they say isn't serious,
It isn't important,
Yet you cling onto their every word,
As if they were your dear life,.
This isn't about constructive criticism,
But gossip with no reason,
There's no need to try to stop the source,
For words cannot be stopped.
Shut your heart to these malices,
For they are weaker than weakness itself.
Crimson Snow
A beautiful white world,
A white fantasy,
The earth lying under a white blanket,
So beautiful,
So pure,
So ethereal,
Yet,
Such perfection can never last,
Disturbance will always appear,
Making it,
Utterly,
Imperfect.
People trampling in the snow,
Dirt turn the white dream,
Flawed.
Yet,
One disturbance is beautiful,
And utterly glorious,
That is crimson splattered on white,
Turning it into,
Crimson Snow.
A white fantasy,
The earth lying under a white blanket,
So beautiful,
So pure,
So ethereal,
Yet,
Such perfection can never last,
Disturbance will always appear,
Making it,
Utterly,
Imperfect.
People trampling in the snow,
Dirt turn the white dream,
Flawed.
Yet,
One disturbance is beautiful,
And utterly glorious,
That is crimson splattered on white,
Turning it into,
Crimson Snow.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
HTML
HTML-HyperText Markup Language
Header tags:
Paragraph Breaks:
Style Tags
Bold font: This is bold
This is italic
This is typewriter
To include an image:
The image must be in the same document as the text editor file.
Tag for adding graphic:
http: a web server, "HttP" stands for HyperText Transfer Protocol
SO COMPLICATED!!! AND THE TEST IS NEXT MONDAY!!!
Header tags:
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Paragraph Breaks:
Style Tags
Bold font: This is bold
This is italic
This is typewriter
To include an image:
The image must be in the same document as the text editor file.
Tag for adding graphic:
http: a web server, "HttP" stands for HyperText Transfer Protocol
SO COMPLICATED!!! AND THE TEST IS NEXT MONDAY!!!
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Thursday, May 6, 2010
Trickle of comfort~
Snow falling around me,
Me walking in the streets,
The streets of New York.
Surrounded by tall buildings,
Walking through a white fantasy,
In my black sheepskin boots,
And costly wool coat.
Sparkling eyes,
And light heartiness,
I breath in the sweet air.
How glorious life can be!
Me walking in the streets,
The streets of New York.
Surrounded by tall buildings,
Walking through a white fantasy,
In my black sheepskin boots,
And costly wool coat.
Sparkling eyes,
And light heartiness,
I breath in the sweet air.
How glorious life can be!
Mourning Tears~
Eyes closed,
Lips curled in a smile,
Long grass tickle your cheeks,
And birds chirp,
A lovely song,
How wonderful it was,
To lay there,
Enjoying nature's caress,
A breeze blew,
And footsteps drew near,
The footsteps stopped beside you,
"Who was it?" You wonder,
Yet you couldn't open your eyes,
You try to move your body,
Yet there was no movement,
You want to scream,
And scream,
Not knowing what is going on,
And why was there emptiness,
In place of your beloved body,
You felt your head being lifted,
And rain began to fall,
But it was not rain,
No not rain,
But a lover's mourning tears.
Lips curled in a smile,
Long grass tickle your cheeks,
And birds chirp,
A lovely song,
How wonderful it was,
To lay there,
Enjoying nature's caress,
A breeze blew,
And footsteps drew near,
The footsteps stopped beside you,
"Who was it?" You wonder,
Yet you couldn't open your eyes,
You try to move your body,
Yet there was no movement,
You want to scream,
And scream,
Not knowing what is going on,
And why was there emptiness,
In place of your beloved body,
You felt your head being lifted,
And rain began to fall,
But it was not rain,
No not rain,
But a lover's mourning tears.
Loose hair strands~
A filled up purse,
Nail polish,
Lipstick,
Credit card,
What else do you need?
Throw on clothes,
Simple yet fashionable,
A sweater and leggings,
Completed with flats,
What else do you need?
With rings on fingers,
A necklace hanging from a delicate neck,
Head held high,
Throw open the doors,
And bathe in sunshine.
Breath in life,
Until night arrives,
And let your mind be liberated.
For night is a time of freedom,
A time when the most suffocating sounds can be found,
Yet a time when the most glass shattering noises can be heard.
Let the darkness envelop you,
And taste its sweetness at the tip of your tongue,
Run through its streets,
And tilt your head back and laugh,
As the breeze rustle the loose hair strands,
Loose hair strands that seem to dance.
Nail polish,
Lipstick,
Credit card,
What else do you need?
Throw on clothes,
Simple yet fashionable,
A sweater and leggings,
Completed with flats,
What else do you need?
With rings on fingers,
A necklace hanging from a delicate neck,
Head held high,
Throw open the doors,
And bathe in sunshine.
Breath in life,
Until night arrives,
And let your mind be liberated.
For night is a time of freedom,
A time when the most suffocating sounds can be found,
Yet a time when the most glass shattering noises can be heard.
Let the darkness envelop you,
And taste its sweetness at the tip of your tongue,
Run through its streets,
And tilt your head back and laugh,
As the breeze rustle the loose hair strands,
Loose hair strands that seem to dance.
Let them bloom with a trickle of Honey~
The fear in their eyes make you want to protect them,
But fear for rejection make you hesitate,
You love them,
But do they love you back?
As you look into their eyes,
Filled with hatred and betrayal,
You turn doubtful,
You think,
They will never accept your love.
But did you know,
Deep down,
They crave affection?
They crave for the gentlest kiss on the forehead,
They crave for someone to break down their barrier,
They crave for someone who will let them bloom.
They don't want to show weakness,
Therefore they hide it with a veil,
A veil almost impossible to see through,
Unless,
You reach out and remove the veil for them,
You then realise,
Behind their reproachful gaze,
There is desperation,
Battling to be shown.
Therefore,
Help them,
Help them destroy their what seems like permanent walls.
Tell them you love them,
The words will trickle into their hearts,
Like honey,
And to them,
It will seem like the sweetest,
Most indulging honey.
But for now,
Their hearts will remain locked up,
Like treasure chests,
Sinking deeper,
And deeper,
Into the dark,
Troubling waters of the ocean,
Undiscovered...
Unloved...
But fear for rejection make you hesitate,
You love them,
But do they love you back?
As you look into their eyes,
Filled with hatred and betrayal,
You turn doubtful,
You think,
They will never accept your love.
But did you know,
Deep down,
They crave affection?
They crave for the gentlest kiss on the forehead,
They crave for someone to break down their barrier,
They crave for someone who will let them bloom.
They don't want to show weakness,
Therefore they hide it with a veil,
A veil almost impossible to see through,
Unless,
You reach out and remove the veil for them,
You then realise,
Behind their reproachful gaze,
There is desperation,
Battling to be shown.
Therefore,
Help them,
Help them destroy their what seems like permanent walls.
Tell them you love them,
The words will trickle into their hearts,
Like honey,
And to them,
It will seem like the sweetest,
Most indulging honey.
But for now,
Their hearts will remain locked up,
Like treasure chests,
Sinking deeper,
And deeper,
Into the dark,
Troubling waters of the ocean,
Undiscovered...
Unloved...
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