D I N N Y ' S W R I T I N G J U N K~ O u O ~ Hello there, Dinny here hehe! Um. I actually really enjoy writing, though I don't think I am at all very good... I would still like to share some of my junk here! Hehe. Pretty sure these are going to be stuff from school! Yes, I write because I have school lol. It's really the only place that I write since I absolutely have to and I'm not too confident or comfortable just writing randomly sometimes. I might update with new ones if ever, I'm sure I'll have more school outputs! I hope you enjoy - critique would be lovely n _ n The False Standstill Here, we were to be inspired by the poem "The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd" and it was to be 6 stanzas long, with 4 lines each. Something really simple. We had to tackle the same mood as the original poem (she doesn't want to get fooled by love and material things, etc. She's quite sassy yep) but incorporate what boys do today for exchange of acceptance, peace and love. Spoiler Sometimes, it's funny how things can go How someone can lift you up when you're buried so low Or when suddenly you don't feel so alone When a beep or two escapes your mobile phone The reason for such treatment is unknown Yet you're certain it is a little love being shown It makes you feel all warmed up inside When sweet memories cross your blank mind Sadly, these are only such little things Even if for a moment they fill you with feelings Time fleets, things change and ultimately These little things wither constantly The sweaters, the film tickets, the roses and letters Mean so little if their intention so often lingers Maybe if the thought was never to be forgotten But time flies and some things in our minds go rotten If the memory stays longer than just for a moment Then perhaps that will be a huge component To the confusing things in mind and heart Might it win me over or tear us apart The world is not perfect, this is not pretend Eventually, everything comes to a disappointing end But thanks for the thought, it meant a lot At least during that moment when you had me caught Home And Its Depressing Path This was written because we were tasked to write an elegy about nature. It's supposed to be about a poem about loosing nature, nature dying and beautiful things from the earth going away. How we would feel when it's gone and that kind of stuff. It also had to be only four stanzas. Spoiler The first breath drawn invades as a deadly poison. My being chokes, it suffocates and feels condemned. The air has no purity nor assurance from the blissful horizon. It saddens me to witness such beauty wither to an end. The path to home holds no comfort and shows no remorse. I fear of what has been subtracted from the glorious world, Also of the aching screams of nature that sound so hoarse. For even they tire of their losses that are endlessly whirled. Embraced by the blanket of fear, I proceed to my journey. My bare feet can feel the shivers and cries of the earth. The path to home holds no comfort and is almost topsey-turvey. Light from the morning only gives darkness birth, That have stolen the companions usually by my side. Their lanky trunks and green leaves go missing And the little robin's chirps are not present to chide. Yet I can only long to hear the annoyance of their singing. It was as if someone jabbed into me and tore out my being. I arrive, home at last, but am not welcomed with sweetness. Polluted sands prick at my flesh and even cause bleeding, but my blood drawn holds no comparison to the murder I witness. The path to home held no remorse but instead great fear. The home that held my heart seemed to purposely crush it. I am left homeless with nothing in life for me to cheer. Although alive, I can feel death holding the world without a fit. The sweet smell of the ocean is replaced by the odor of death. The fifty-foot, ice-cold waves no longer smile down at me. They lose their intent to liberate but grab life by the breath. Hindered from escape, the darkness is locked on without no evident key. The home I knew fled away without my goodbyes, The waters so free is a foe and no longer a friend. Everything so beautiful left with no hope in my eyes. What is there to live for with no future ahead?
