| The GREATEST thing you'll ever LEARN, is just to LOVE- and be LOVED in RETURN. |
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The Outer Charms |
| NAME: Iphyengia Yidrych AGE: Yes and No LOCATION: Ashlings, Distopia |
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The Inner Workings
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| If you cannot be GOOD... Be CAREFUL. |
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An Empty Box? |
Saturday, November 09, 2002
My response to the writing exercise in AP Eng. It was supposed to help us find a topic for our personal essay. I had fun... but it wasn't that that helped. HereI am defending myself against Satan, who is trying to prevent me from getting into college. This is supposed to be my closing statement to the jury:People of the court, Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, I stand before you and beg you to realize that the power of Christ compels you to save this young woman from a lifetime of misplaced wandering and throw open the doors to her future. She sits here and presents herself to you- bearing her very soul to your mercies in the hope that there will be some glimmer of conscience between you and you will not throw her to the dogs and bar the doors to eternity- Allow her her future and let her into her own version of heaven which is your campus. Do not succumb to the cheap and fleeting temptations of the Devil, as they try to bring her down- instead look to the everlasting glory and light of our G~d. I leave it to you, the people, to know what is right.
Wednesday, November 06, 2002
Never alone when one is with the One
Muttering prayers each night and thanking G~d-
Alone with this cannot expect it all.
Followers now will darken doors with bawd,
long after dark is gone from temple hall.
Once gloried arches are dull and forgot
By all but those too weak and aged to clean-
And now liturgy is with lectures wrought.
Kurie eleson- We’re left with a dream.
(Kirie elesion) {Lord, have Mercy}
Clear skies speed few and cloudy speed far less.
Perhaps when occasional candles grow
Are fed by heated sins of those who stray
To dancing flames one day, they’ll fear the depths.
Alone but not lonely- Orthodox know
Eventually the sinners rue the day.
Haha... It's fun to time myself. It took about 40 mins. This ones more direct than the other, but not as interesting sounding. Euh, can't have everything. Can we tell what this one's about?
The Simple Change of Many Not Defined
Two sides of two sit seperate in the room.
Equal, original, they have no sum.
Each in their own manner shall "shoot the moon".
The world will hear as both are soon to come.
Ebony black, loose-cropped hair shines in light.
Fashionably late is this entrance in.
Perfect and correct- yet avoids the right,
the polished surface something else within.
An ever-changing halo for false g~ds
most times envelops this passionate drive.
Wanting unorthodox semblance of cause-
In truth the right imerses most his pride.
Though only four faces two coins may have,
counting those of people may drive one mad.
It's my english sonnet. I need to write an italian one. I thought of this because my mother was stuck on.. um.. this subject for awhile. I'm a little sad because no one has been able to tell what it's about tho. Oh well. I wrote it in precal Gurjala 2nd period and it's a weird thing to write about anyway...
Sunday, November 03, 2002
I find it kinda funny
Why should she-
It's who she is.
I find it kind of sad
I hope she does-
It's a near miss.
The dreams in which I'm dying
Not so much dreams-
now they're all mad.
Are the best I've ever had
Falling, Laughing-
It didn't feel so bad...