I. The Nursery
Ember lived in her nursery for the tiếp theo few months, only being let out occasionally to go to the toilet. All she saw were the four walls around her but it wasn’t all bad.
The room was painted a pretty sky-blue and the carpet was thick, fluffy and a deep midnight blue. There was a giường and a huge white wardrobe with the most beautiful, cổ hủ, cũ thời clothes inside.
Rich velvets cloaks, soft lông, lông thú stoles, bright silk dresses, every item of clothing needed to make a young lady of society look beautiful.
But Ember was not a young lady of society living in Victorian times. She was a thirteen năm old girl living in the 21st century with no parents, no Những người bạn and a life of imprisonment stretching ahead of her. She spent all of her time either at the tiny window staring out at the village below hoặc at the bàn writing. There was a plentiful supply of paper and pencils and she wrote stories about fairy-tale creatures, fair maidens and dashing knights.
She didn’t know this but Abraxas would take them to her uncle while she slept and he would read every one of them. It hurt him to see that every evil sorcerer hoặc villain was described as being exactly like him. He regretted having shouted at the little girl, his temper had always been short and years of living alone, mouldering in his chamber caused him to be rather awkward with people. But his pride wouldn’t let him apologize, he wasn’t about to beg forgiveness off a little girl!
And so he remained, too proud and haughty to put things to rights while his niece languished alone in her room and cried herself to sleep every night. Eventually his guilt grew too much for him though he would never hiển thị it and he decided to go abroad for a while. Abraxas was to go with him and he would leave the girl to take care of things. Before he left he sent Abraxas with the keys to every room in the house to give to Ember. She could go where she liked he didn’t care. Ember was delighted yet frightened at the prospect of freedom.
“You can’t leave the mansion but bạn may explore wherever bạn like.” đã đưa ý kiến Abraxas as he handed her the keys. “There are exactly 100 rooms in this house and I’m sure bạn will find something interesting in each one. But be careful. bạn never know what bạn might find.” And he left, his coat-tails flapping behind him. Ember clutched the keys her ngọc lục bảo eyes wide with excitement. She was free. She couldn’t leave the house but there was a hundred rooms in the mansion and she could go where she liked. Some of her old spark seemed to come back with the promise of freedom and a little colour appeared on her sứ, đồ sứ cheeks. She resolved to start exploring as soon as she could.
Her uncle left the tiếp theo morning.
Ember lived in her nursery for the tiếp theo few months, only being let out occasionally to go to the toilet. All she saw were the four walls around her but it wasn’t all bad.
The room was painted a pretty sky-blue and the carpet was thick, fluffy and a deep midnight blue. There was a giường and a huge white wardrobe with the most beautiful, cổ hủ, cũ thời clothes inside.
Rich velvets cloaks, soft lông, lông thú stoles, bright silk dresses, every item of clothing needed to make a young lady of society look beautiful.
But Ember was not a young lady of society living in Victorian times. She was a thirteen năm old girl living in the 21st century with no parents, no Những người bạn and a life of imprisonment stretching ahead of her. She spent all of her time either at the tiny window staring out at the village below hoặc at the bàn writing. There was a plentiful supply of paper and pencils and she wrote stories about fairy-tale creatures, fair maidens and dashing knights.
She didn’t know this but Abraxas would take them to her uncle while she slept and he would read every one of them. It hurt him to see that every evil sorcerer hoặc villain was described as being exactly like him. He regretted having shouted at the little girl, his temper had always been short and years of living alone, mouldering in his chamber caused him to be rather awkward with people. But his pride wouldn’t let him apologize, he wasn’t about to beg forgiveness off a little girl!
And so he remained, too proud and haughty to put things to rights while his niece languished alone in her room and cried herself to sleep every night. Eventually his guilt grew too much for him though he would never hiển thị it and he decided to go abroad for a while. Abraxas was to go with him and he would leave the girl to take care of things. Before he left he sent Abraxas with the keys to every room in the house to give to Ember. She could go where she liked he didn’t care. Ember was delighted yet frightened at the prospect of freedom.
“You can’t leave the mansion but bạn may explore wherever bạn like.” đã đưa ý kiến Abraxas as he handed her the keys. “There are exactly 100 rooms in this house and I’m sure bạn will find something interesting in each one. But be careful. bạn never know what bạn might find.” And he left, his coat-tails flapping behind him. Ember clutched the keys her ngọc lục bảo eyes wide with excitement. She was free. She couldn’t leave the house but there was a hundred rooms in the mansion and she could go where she liked. Some of her old spark seemed to come back with the promise of freedom and a little colour appeared on her sứ, đồ sứ cheeks. She resolved to start exploring as soon as she could.
Her uncle left the tiếp theo morning.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind,
So bạn need not try to remember something,
bạn remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that bạn could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
bạn try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, bạn try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
So bạn need not try to remember something,
bạn remember it automatically.
Which is the best thing that bạn could have.
The good times that we had...
It is placed in a portion of your mind.
The bad times that we had...
It is placed in the other part of your mind.
bạn try to forget all of the bad things that happened,
But it is not possible.
It is stuck in you.
The bad things are painted in ink on your heart.
The good things, bạn try to remember.
And they stay.
They never go.
Never leave you.
Remembering is just an invention of the mind.
And, well...I guess I'm happy for that.
So I can remember every friend I've had,
Every boyfriend,
And all the good times.
Every memory will never leave my heart.
They will never be forsaken.
Never.
*Poem I wrote for a class project on the holocaust.
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went bởi and thêm pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
DON'T COPY*
Different in ways they couldn't control
Killed for reasons we do not know
Ranging from ages young to old
The innocent people were taken from homes
Soulless people did not care
That the Jewish were in despair
Concentration camps ending their screams
Breaking apart their families
Not once did they do anything wrong
They opened their mouths and sang a sad song
Years went bởi and thêm pain came
Until on one very special day
As one we all saved
The survivors of the Holocaust
Me and Those
Ever noticed that in this life
Everyone wants bạn to do something,
hoặc be something
That sometimes bạn don’t want to be?
They are those!
bạn know them!
bạn probably have those in your house.
They are those who expect bạn to take a path,
Even though,
Sometimes,
bạn don’t want to take.
They are those who expect bạn to be great,
Even though,
Sometimes,
bạn prefer to be small and humble.
But do bạn think,
For the slightest second,
That they care about that?
They don’t!
They are your parents,
Your grandparents,
Your Uncles and aunts,
That since bạn were born,
Came up with a path for bạn in life.
But know this,
And say it to yourself:
They are those, they matter,
But me is I,
And I’m the main character.
Sitting right where bạn are
bạn have no claim on me
I know my own path
I am my own guide
bạn are nothing to me
No matter how bạn try
What do bạn care?
If I'm not doing it right
I'm not following you
I know my own path
I am my own guide
bạn don't know me
No matter how bạn try
Why are bạn here?
bạn know I don't want you
I told bạn to leave me
I am my own path
I know my own guide
bạn can't mold me
No matter how bạn try
Why do I feel compelled to write angsty poetry? I swear I'm not even that angsty. LOL – Liên minh huyền thoại Oh well, I hope someone out there enjoys it.