Brainwashed Oppression

Found Poetry Taken from John Wyndham’s The Chrysalids in pages 5, 6, 11, 15, 16, 17, 18, 20, 27

The bank was no puzzle to me then: it was far too big for me to think of as a thing that men could have built.

Within the house, life centred as was the local custom, upon the large living room was also the kitchen. The house was a great deal smaller than my home, a cottage. It felt friendly.

Waknuk-then undeveloped, almost frontier country.

At a point where the woods had lapped up the side of the bank and grown across it scrambled down on to a narrow, little-used track.

Waknuk it had become;          an orderly, law-abiding, God-respecting community.

I regarded the country there as foreign-not so much hostile, as outside my territory.

IN PURITY OUR SALVATION

It was not the Badlands, but

the Fringes

that gave us trouble.

The mysterious Fringes where nothing was dependable, and where, to quote my father, ‘the Devil struts his wide estates, and the laws of God are mocked.’

WATCH THOU FOR THE MUTANT

‘What is a mutant?’

 ‘A thing accursed in the sight of God and man.”

Lamentable woe (Friar's point of view)

O I certainly do hope this works

All I want is the best for them

I really want their relationship to work out

And perchance even end this painful feud

My plan was brilliant and it would have worked

How was I to know that a ghastly plague had struck the town?

How would I know that fate would somehow intervene and cause such distress?

O dastardly fate! How cruel thou art!

Leaving Romeo none the wiser as he ventured off to find his love pretending to be dead

Entombed among the dead  

So grief-stricken was he that he even took his own life

Dousing the intoxicating drugs

Next to his dear Juliet

O Juliet, Juliet! Poor, poor Juliet!

To awaken from your slumber and find your love dead is a horror I could not brave

And so she too took her life, the darling child

Plunging a dagger straight through her heart

The heart that so loved Romeo it would stop beating for him

O woe is me!

O woe to the Montagues!

O woe to the Capulets!

O woe!

Foolhardy love (an entry from Juliet Capulet)

Giddy

Vibrant

So full of possibility and hope and wonderful prospects and…

Love

He is amazing

He is brilliant

He is everything I imagined my husband to be

I’ve known him for less than a day

But that’s enough to know

Our love is true and will last forever

Our families will support us

They will have to

And if not, we can just run away together

Romeo and I

Together, inseparable; us against the world

Nothing can stop us

Nothing and anything except…

Death

A journal response to Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird told from Jem's perspective

Dear journal,

It’s almost time for school to start again. Scout’s going to join me at school this year. Of course, I already warned her not to bother me. But I’m going to miss the summer. It was so much fun hanging out with Dill. It made this tired old town of Maycomb exciting for a change. Usually, people amble about slowly across the square and in and out of stores. But, there wasn’t any rush to do much of anything really. It had to be due to the crash as Atticus calls it. The professional people and the farmers were all poor so no one had anything to buy or anything to buy with.

Besides, it’s not like anyone would ever leave Maycomb County; there’s nothing to see outside. 

Anyways, we have plenty of entertainment here. Yesterday, Dill dared me to touch the Radley Place; it’s only three doors to the south. I was scared out of my mind but, I had a little sister to be brave for. So, I ran to slap the side of the house and ran away as quickly as possible. Hopefully, I don’t catch anything from touching that place. That was truly one of the most terrifying experiences of my life and now I’ve lived to tell the tale.

But tomorrow, I have to take Scout to her first day of school instead of Atticus. But it’s worth it though. Atticus gave me money in return. A whole seventy-five cents! Think of all the picture shows I could watch! Now then, time to re-read Tom Swift.

I'm sorry (in response to The Metaphor by Budge Wilson)

I’m sorry

I wish I had been there for you

I should have been friendlier

More open and caring

To the person

The person who made me see the magic that is

Writing

Creativity

The ability to make anything I want

To transform the words on the page to be

Inspiring

For introducing me to

The Metaphor

So I could stop bottling up emotion

So I could find and outlet

And express myself

All thanks to you, Ms. Hancock

I’m sorry

Dried and broken

In response to Hugh Garner’s “The Sound of Hollyhocks”

So brilliant yet fleeting

Full of promise and hope

He was recovering, he was

And yet, he hung from the rope

 

He whispered to the flowers

The flowers whispered back

Telling stories only they knew

Giving support that he lacked

 

He talked of a wife he cherished

But now she is gone

By the roadside, she perished

The caged polar bear was despairing and forlorn

 

In came the mother

Who wanted control

She wanted to fix everything

She wanted her little boy home

 

But he did not want that

He could not bear the thought

So he drew his last breath

And his roommate soon forgot

Hey. This is my first time blogging so I'm going to give this a shot. I could give a book recommendation right now I guess. I would recommend the book "The Alchemyst" by Michael Scott for those who like fantasy and adventure.