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fandomhigh2022-02-04 01:58 pm
sith_happened) wrote in fandomhigh2022-02-04 01:58 pm
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Drama, Friday, February 4, 2022
"Hello," Anakin said, sitting on the stage and swinging his feet off the edge. "I hope you remembered you have to recite a poem from memory today. Let's be sure to focus on the speed in which you are speaking and how loud you are speaking. I will want to hear you at the back of the auditorium without feeling as if you are screaming at me."
He smiled. "And if you've forgotten, well, consider this your 45 second warning to invent a poem on the fly and sell it very hard."
Either way, it would be dramatic, right?
He smiled. "And if you've forgotten, well, consider this your 45 second warning to invent a poem on the fly and sell it very hard."
Either way, it would be dramatic, right?
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Listen to the lecture!
Perform!
Assuming you're not also making up your poem on the fly, of course.
Talk to Anakin
OOC
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He cleared his throat.
"The birds sing
In snow
Over the mountains
Over which we go flying
The sun sets
Behind the mountains."
And there he got stuck.
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The library could be blamed for her recent Lord Byron kick though.
"She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!"
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“You, who like a dagger ploughed Into my heart with deadly thrill: You who, stronger than a crowd Of demons, mad, and dressed to kill,
Of my dejected soul have made Your bed, your lodging, and domain: To whom I'm linked (Unseemly jade!) As is a convict to his chain,
Or as the gamester to his dice, Or as the drunkard to his dram, Or as the carrion to its lice — I curse you. Would my curse could damn!
I have besought the sudden blade To win for me my freedom back. Perfidious poison I have prayed To help my cowardice. Alack!
Both poison and the sword disdained My cowardice, and seemed to say "You are not fit to be unchained From your damned servitude. Away,
You imbecile! since if from her empire We were to liberate the slave, You'd raise the carrion of your vampire, By your own kisses, from the grave."
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15 years ago
a massacre took place at daybreak
I died then was reborn
15 years have passed
daybreak bayonets dyed red
is still a blade fixed in the eyes
15 years have passed
I still have nightmares of those departed souls
I see them soaked with blood
I write each stroke each line
as an outpouring of the tomb
It was about then that her closed cracked, but she kept on, and if her eyes were bright with unshed tears by the time she got to the last lines, well poetry was supposed to evoke feelings or some shit like that, wasn't it?
Let the darkness transform into rock
across the wilderness of my memory
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"Well done."
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