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Lost Works [12 Mar 2006|04:00pm]

ameture_artist
[ mood | artistic ]

Alright, I was cleaning my room and I found some interesting things:

This was an assignmet from the 7th grade. I had to make a science story out of vocabulary words, I think its pretty good though, for a homework assignment I mean.

Heading North

His name was Rick, everyone called him Ricky; but soon that wouldn't matter. When Ricky was young his favorite subject in school was science. His favorite thing to do in science was study magnetism.

When he got older he became an expert in that specific field. He studied everything from magnetic domains to tranformers.

When he was twenty he became a science teacher. He taught his classes everything from electromagnetism to induction. Then Ricky thought that his teaching career was going nowhere. "These students don't even know the difference between an electrmagnet and an electricmotor," he thought.

So once the school year ended he quit his teaching job and ecided to trave. He had family down south and that was about it, but for some reason he packed his things and some money, also the best compass he could find, and headed North.

Something was calling him in that direction. It was like a force pulling him and he couldn't resist but to follow it. He headed North for six years. After his second year he ran out of money and had to travle by foot, but nevertheless he kept heading North.

He didn't know what he was looking for, and often he wanted to just drop where he stood and die, but he couldn't, because that force was still pulling him in that one direction. And thats how he would die, heading North, with no power to stop himself.


This one I probably did in the sixth or seventh grade

I Need Someone...

I need someone who will understand me,
Not just to walk hand in hand with me.

I need someone to be my protector,
Not someone who would just lecture.

I need someone I can talk with,
Not someone I can only kiss.

I need someone who thinks I'm smart and whitty,
Not someone who just thinks I'm pretty.

I need someone who would love me with joy,
Not someone who woul so quickly use me for their toy.

I need someone who would always pull me through,
I need some one thats obviously not you.


This one I entered in the literary fair in the seventh grade, but it was disqualified because the guy died in the end.

The So Called Nonexistent Alien That Killed Me

Some people don’t believe in monsters, but I encountered one one night. It was a late, star filled night. Cool and humid were the late October winds. It was actually the night before Halloween at my little house isolated in the middle of nowhere. Nothing much happens, it’s just me by myself, which is ironic, because if anything interesting ever did happen, no one would ever be around to see it, no one would ever know.

I was lying on my back in bed, looking at the ceiling, trying to think of what I should be doing with my pathetic life. “There’s an entire world beyond all this nothingness,” I thought, “How did I ever end up here?” As I was pondering for an answer I heard a sound. Now my house makes all types of noises, I have grown so accustomed to them that I don’t even hear them anymore. They’re just another sway of a branch. Then I told myself, “Something is wrong.” What made me catch this sound? Why was this sound so different?

I glanced towards the window and caught a pale, sea foam green light emitting through the lace curtains. I got up, opened the window, and pushed my head out. There in the untamed sea of grass as tall as the sky, was a ship, an alien ship I first thought, pouring light into the darkness. It wasn’t like the flying saucers that people supposedly spot in the sky when coincidently no one is around to witness it along with them. I t wasn’t like the ships we launch in to space in search of life again and again on the same tight, short leash limiting its exploration to our tiny solar system. No, it wasn’t any of those, it was more like a sphere, a rotating sphere with rays swirling from every which way, each ray a different color.

The sphere separated in half, and lowered a line of steps. Coming down the steps so gracefully was a man like figure. The only thing is he wasn’t a man, he wasn’t from this world; tall and slender, big head and long limbs, pale green skin. It was truly something interesting. It’s too bad that no one’s around to see it, that no one would ever know. I’ve seen to many horror movies to just stand there staring, always the one who just stands there, dies first, and I was the only one there. So of course I’d be the first and only one who dies if I didn’t move now.

Instead of standing there staring as he came down the steps, I ran. Instead of screaming senselessly till I went hoarse and blue in the face, I ran. Instead of sitting back on the bed and waiting to die, I pulled my head from out the window and ran. I grabbed my coat, pulled on my boots and raced out the door heading towards the woods. I kept a steady pace hoping he didn’t see me, when without warning, in the dead of silence, the alien appeared in front of me. It held its hand in the air, a ball of light formed and rocketed as a beam straight through my left shoulder hurting as much as being shot. Now I’ve never been shot before but I’ve heard that it isn’t very fun. I fell to the floor and hit my head. I took that as a warning, got up and kept running. I reached the river in the center of the woods when he appeared again.

He held his hand out again, I knew what he was going to do but I was frozen with fear and amazement at how quick he was. It’s too bad that no one’s around to see it, that no one will ever know. He did it again, but this time he took out my right shoulder. I swung around and bounded to the house, planning to lock the door even though I knew it was futile. Just then he appeared cutting me off, at first, he hesitated as if waiting for me to surrender. I stood my ground not about to lose my dignity. If I were to go down I would go down with pride.

He held his hand up in the air just like before. I just looked into his eyes. Then he struck me down, right in the chest. With his arrow like power he pierced straight through my heart. That very moment at 12:00a.m. precisely, no later, no less, that very moment on H Halloween, Jake Colfman died, and from then on I swore revenge. I came back every Halloween, sat on my bed with the window open and my rifle at hand, waiting for him to come back. What can I say he left a mark on me, three of them actually. Maybe this is why I was put out here.

I guess interesting things do happen, the most interesting things. It’s just too bad that no one’s ever around to see it, that no one would ever know.


There is one more that I wrote last year, I'll post that another time.

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[31 Aug 2005|05:19pm]

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[31 Aug 2005|05:18pm]

rainbow_disk
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brand new [28 Aug 2005|11:41pm]

rainbow_disk
[ mood | artsy, but its 11:41 so what c ]

It looks like I'm not the only new one here ^^ thats always good XD

So I'm into all of the arts, my mother works in the NAtional Galery of art in DC, and I suppose thats where I got started in loving art. Im personaly a musician, asparing artist, and a lover of theatre and photography.

My favorite Artist is Van Gough
My favorite Author is ..well its a tie, Tamora Pierce, and Dan brown
My Favorite Poet is DR. Suess (Sorry I don't really know any poets by name..)
My favorite musician is brighteyes
My favorite actor is.. well.. actualy I don't know ><
And I dont have a favorite dancer, sorry ^^

So. there you go >.>

I think Im gonna talk random;y about things for a while..

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[13 Jun 2005|11:35am]

whisperofspice
[ mood | complacent ]

Below the rim of darkness there is light.
Between the stones of hell there lies a lake.
In the middle of our crossroads there is a shortcut,
and at the end of our journey there is a new start.

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New Member [20 May 2005|08:13pm]

ameture_artist
[ mood | i feel alright ]

I'm a mew member.
I probably will just talk about stupid things...
but don't get me wrong...
i do mean well.
I love art:
Performing arts,
Musical art,
Paintings,
Sketches,
anything.
My name is Mercedes...
(yes Mercedes don't laugh)
and I just discovered the internet
and my social life at that.

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[06 Feb 2005|10:59am]

mashed_potatoz
[ mood | bouncy ]

Hey everyone. I just joined this. It looked cool. I love art in all forms... I really love drawing and painting though. My name is Carolyn, I'm 14, I dont really have any favorites and umm, cant really think of too much else.
So ttyl.

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[14 Nov 2004|07:29pm]

whisperofspice
[ mood | peaceful ]

I was having a hard time yesterday eve so I took out my sketch book put it on the floor, grabbed a pillow, lined up all my jars of pens, pencils etc. sat on the floor picked up my sketch book, turned on some music and drew. It was fantastic fun and made me feel so much better- I ended up using my oil pastels, which I have not used in a very long time. I drew pretty vines with lovely colours- it made me happy and felt good.

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[27 Oct 2004|01:08pm]

monochromystic
So, NaNoWriMo... there's three days to go, and I was on the forums last night; there was a thread about closing lines and what people've written so far for the ending of their novel (in advance; NaNo doesn' t start till Monday). I hadn't actually given it any thought, but I started writing and ended up with an entire ending paragraph, and then these last two lines, which I just love:

The highway unwound before us, leading us home through trees and flowers with the moon above our car and the smell of the sea in the distance. I kept my eyes on the road.

I'm not posting this to eirigh yet; I'll do that when it actually comes time for the ending, since at least two people will actually be reading it as I go. I'm just really happy with having written that and felt the need to share somewhere. :D
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The Letter [25 Oct 2004|11:16pm]

whisperofspice
[ mood | creative ]

I love to write, hence why I joined The Ivy Room, I am excited about being able to talk to others who love to express themselves through their art as well. This is something a wrote a while ago, it merrored a lot of things that were going on in my life and a lot of what I felt from some of my friends. I don't expect anyone will actually read it, at least not all of it lol but I thought I would share it anyway. I suppose one would call it a short story.

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"Sometimes I don’t know why I even bother... It’s been six months and still it hurts so bad. It’s not that I don’t like what has happened between you two or anything, it’s just, well, it hurts so much and... I get so jealous when ever I see people walking around, hand in hand, happy, full of love, peace and the light of having someone who cares about them in that way that no one else can and all I want is that...
I try to remember what that felt like for the short time I had it and now all I want is it back, all I want is the peace and joy... I just want to be loved like that, and yet I know no matter how much I try to not think about it and not feel it, it’ll always be there, haunting me, in the back of my mind... or should I say heart? It’s like a deep dark hole, that no matter what I do... won’t go away, no matter how hard I try to fill it with distractions it’s always there, eating away at me... so slowly... it just hurts. And, well, I see you with him, dancing, eating, riding, together... I try to imagine that it’s me there instead of you, that it’s me sitting by him, dancing with him, laughing with him. I know it sounds silly, but... You have no idea how special he is, how much he cares for you... I hope one day you’ll see it. Maybe one day you will realise that he will always be there for you, with you, no matter what happens... I realise this, I don’t know how I couldn’t have seen it sooner, I should have seen it right away, the first time that his eyes fell on you, in that gown... that one that shows off every perfect curve of your body...yes... You are lucky to have a body like that you know, to be beautiful... no, to be gorgeous..."
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[25 Oct 2004|02:16am]

monochromystic
This is just one of the most interesting and beautiful things I think I've ever read...

Cut because it's a long poemCollapse )
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obligations are so passe [01 Sep 2004|03:22pm]

mythistra
Somewhere there is a shoreless sea
Maybe a sealess shore
The wailing seagulls circle slow
and dip their sunbright breasts
over billowing sands or foaming crests
on the roof of the ocean floor.

Above this world of childish bent
stretches a hazy firmament
a fathomless night, strange-patterned stars
the sky seagreen of deepest shade
a night where love could never cease
no eye to see its endless peace.

But here the sea sweeps on the shore
I live upon its other side
The place I love you do abide
across the ocean floor I've flown.
The gulls still cry above its crest
I clutch a feather to my chest
The feather is silver shining grey
and leaden as a stone.

This poem's not mine, though I wish I could write that well; it's called "Reverie" and it's by Ingrid Berg (she posted at the messageboard I used to go to)


I took this during a walk around the lake last spring


and this was at the aquarium.
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Insomnia is our Friend [01 Sep 2004|07:52am]

super_owl
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I remember when the unicorns
roved in herds through the meadow
behind the cabin, and how they would
lately pause, tilting their jewelled
horns to the falling sun as we shared
the tensions of private property
and the need to be alone.

Or as we walked along the beach
a solitary delicate beast
might follow on his soft paws
until we turned and spoke the words
to console him.

It seemed they were always near
ready to show their eyes and stare
us down, standing in their creamy
skins, pink tongues out
for our benevolence.

As if they knew that always beyond
and beyond the ladies were weaving them
into their spider looms.

I knew where they slept
and how the grass was bent
by their own wilderness
and I pitied them.

It was only yesterday, or seems
like only yesterday when we could
touch and turn and they came
perfectly real into our fictions.
But they moved on with the courtly sun
grazing peacefully beyond the story
horns lowering and lifting and
lowering.

I know this is scarcely credible now
as we cabin ourselves in cold
and the motions of panic
and our cells destroy each other
performing music and extinction
and the great dreams pass on
to the common good.

The Days of the Unicorns, Phyllis Webb (1980)

Author's Note: "'paws': dream overlap of lion and unicorn."




(The photos are mine, and they come from my finally finished website, here.

The poem is not mine, but it is among the many I am taking to grace my dorm room bulletin-board.)

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[27 Aug 2004|05:15pm]

mythistra


My dad took this shot of me at the Great Wall, in one of those little tower things, where we stopped after a morning of hiking to rest a bit and eat lunch before heading back. I actually was asleep here, or at least dozing off... anyway, I didn't know he'd taken it till he showed me. I like it...

I'm also trying to type up a cool account of my adventures in China and Japan, with a little more detail than what I had in my LJ posts, since those were kind of crappy and rushed. hmmm. anyway, i might post that here... or just in my own journal. Or something.
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the feeling of rust against my salad fingers is almost orgasmic. [26 Aug 2004|03:23am]

mythistra
hello there young child.

hm.

first post eh... obviously...

well it's 3:15 am right now and JESSICA and i are in port coquitlam, where we have to be up by 8:30 and have spent the last two hours trying to create this marvelous community.

we succeeded, and are now a bit dead because of the late hour.

jessica's name is in capital letters because she is a capital fellow!! She is also finished her elaborate pen drawing; it's beauteous. She need never draw again.

tomorrow when I get home from a day of vancouver-ness... or whatever... anyway, tomorrow evening I shall make this community look nice, with a nice layout. and maybe, if i am productive, an icon.
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