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French Révolution: Poetry

(Henry Singleton) Storming of the Bastille

Carpe diem!  Today, we strike!

Cheers fill the streets so violently

as a smile fills my bloodstained face.


Waving the flag around

rush through the air as we

storm the tower

and reclaim what is ours.

Peace! Finality! Bread!

Storm the tower,

no wound too strong,

keep fighting!


Fight for your freedom,


Dying around me,

bodies fill the streets and blood rushes through the



Freed from poverty and famine!

Storm the Bastille,

and start to rid us of that bane that is

the royalty!


those three estates!

And let the blood that flows in the gutter

be no longer of the sans-culottes,

but of those who have wronged and

controlled us for too long!





Sorry if I offended anyone/got anything historically wrong/etc….  To the best of my knowledge, it’s right. haha

Let me know what you think! ^.^

To lay it out plainly, I wrote this.  Don’t steal it.  <3  Give me credit if you use it…  Et cetera.

À bientôt!

~Mouse c;


Poetry: The Lady Of Shalott (1842 Version)

By Alfred Lord Tennyson, this is one of my favourite poems.  I like its romantic mood, but don’t enjoy the ending so much, because of its tragic turn.

Here’s the poem so you can read it for yourselves:

Part I.

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro’ the field the road runs by
To many-tower’d Camelot;
And up and down the people go,
Gazing where the lilies blow
Round an island there below,
The island of Shalott.

Willows whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers,
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.

By the margin, willow-veil’d
Slide the heavy barges trail’d
By slow horses; and unhail’d
The shallop flitteth silken-sail’d
Skimming down to Camelot:
But who hath seen her wave her hand?
Or at the casement seen her stand?
Or is she known in all the land,
The Lady of Shalott?

Only reapers, reaping early
In among the bearded barley,
Hear a song that echoes cheerly
From the river winding clearly,
Down to tower’d Camelot:
And by the moon the reaper weary,
Piling sheaves in uplands airy,
Listening, whispers “‘Tis the fairy
Lady of Shalott.”

Part II.

There she weaves by night and day
A magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.
She knows not what the curse may be,
And so she weaveth steadily,
And little other care hath she,
The Lady of Shalott.

And moving thro’ a mirror clear
That hangs before her all the year,
Shadows of the world appear.
There she sees the highway near
Winding down to Camelot:
There the river eddy whirls,
And there the surly village-churls,
And the red cloaks of market girls,
Pass onward from Shalott.

Sometimes a troop of damsels glad,
An abbot on an ambling pad,
Sometimes a curly shepherd-lad,
Or long-hair’d page in crimson clad,
Goes by to tower’d Camelot;
And sometimes thro’ the mirror blue
The knights come riding two and two:
She hath no loyal knight and true,
The Lady of Shalott.

But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror’s magic sights,
For often thro’ the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot:
Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed;
“I am half-sick of shadows,” said
The Lady of Shalott.

Part III.

A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley-sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A redcross knight for ever kneel’d
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.

The gemmy bridle glitter’d free,
Like to some branch of stars we see
Hung in the golden Galaxy.
The bridle-bells rang merrily
As he rode down to Camelot:
And from his blazon’d baldric slung
A mighty silver bugle hung,
And as he rode his armour rung,
Beside remote Shalott.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell’d shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn’d like one burning flame together,
As he rode down to Camelot.
As often thro’ the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over still Shalott.

His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d;
On burnish’d hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow’d
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flash’d into the crystal mirror,
“Tirra lirra,” by the river
Sang Sir Lancelot.

She left the web, she left the loom,
She made three paces thro’ the room,
She saw the water-lily bloom,
She saw the helmet and the plume,
She look’d down to Camelot.
Out flew the web and floated wide;
The mirror crack’d from side to side;
“The curse is come upon me,” cried
The Lady of Shalott.

Part IV.

In the stormy east-wind straining,
The pale-yellow woods were waning,
The broad stream in his banks complaining,
Heavily the low sky raining
Over tower’d Camelot;
Down she came and found a boat
Beneath a willow left afloat,
And round about the prow she wrote
The Lady of Shalott.

And down the river’s dim expanse –
Like some bold seër in a trance,
Seeing all his own mischance –
With a glassy countenance
Did she look to Camelot.
And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shalott.

Lying, robed in snowy white
That loosely flew to left and right –
The leaves upon her falling light –
Thro’ the noises of the night
She floated down to Camelot:
And as the boat-head wound along
The willowy hills and fields among,
They heard her singing her last song,
The Lady of Shalott.

Heard a carol, mournful, holy,
Chanted loudly, chanted lowly,
Till her blood was frozen slowly,
And her eyes were darken’d wholly,
Turn’d to tower’d Camelot;
For ere she reach’d upon the tide
The first house by the water-side,
Singing in her song she died,
The Lady of Shalott.

Under tower and balcony,
By garden-wall and gallery,
A gleaming shape she floated by,
A corse between the houses high,
Silent into Camelot.
Out upon the wharfs they came,
Knight and burgher, lord and dame,
And round the prow they read her name,
The Lady of Shalott.

Who is this? and what is here?
And in the lighted palace near
Died the sound of royal cheer;
And they cross’d themselves for fear,
All the knights at Camelot:
But Lancelot mused a little space;
He said, “She has a lovely face;
God in his mercy lend her grace,
The Lady of Shalott.”


Sorry for the length of it, but trust me: It’s worth the read.


My analysis of it is as follows… (Yes, okay, it was an assignment.)

1. The point of view of this poem is third person.

2. In this poem, Lord Tennyson focuses the readers’ attention on love and loss.

3. This poem’s literary mood is enchanted.

4.The point of view in this poem is omniscient.

5. This poem is set in medieval times, in and around Camelot.

6. Two literary devices used in this work are rhyming stanza and imagery.

7. A major theme in this piece in love.

Au revoir! ^.^

And here’s shmoop’s analysis, to delve deeper into the poem if you wish:


A little free verse inspired by the sudden sharp September winds.

In summer,
those blistering days…
Nothing seems further
Than a rainy day,
cold and wet.
When in fact, it’s truly
the closest thing.

~Mouse. ❤❤ (:

Collection Of Thoughts

Well, #thelinesproject started today.  One Line In Sharpie!  It ends on the 20th, on which we will have a total of 6 lines drawn.

GEDSC DIGITAL CAMERA  Yup.  I wrote a little bit of lyricism last night for The Lines Project, self harm awareness, and just in general.  Sorry it’s emo……

Press the blade to my skin/ Already sliced/ It’s so thin/ I slide it along, feeling cold like ice/ Red rushes to greet me/ It’s bloody bathwater/ Blood is what anyone sees/ Yes, I’m someone’s daughter/ Sister and friend/ But so many want me gone/ For life to end/ I admit, they’ve won/


Why?/ Past yelling, I tried./ Lying here on the floor/ I kicked down my own doors/ I’m seeing in flashes/ Oh, ashes and ashes/ Burned it down/ Leave me alone/


Reaching for the blade/ These voices in my head/ Pure Hate/ Weighing me down like lead/ Cut, cut them away/ My demons/ They haunt me this way/ Doesn’t matter the season/ Quick, don’t even blink!/ Living hell/ I’ll overthink./


Other than that, I’ve been taking lots of pictures lately. :P














































This is all…  :3










NaBloPoMo: Day 21

I’ve posted more this month so far than any other.  :P


Hello.  I don’t know why you’re here at my blog, but it’s truly lovely and I hope you enjoy it.  ^-^

Here are some haiku’s that I wrote:


Middle of the night,

Ha!  You see, I am this cat.

Running through the house.


Some flowers do bloom

On trees and stems alike.  Yes,

Hoping rain will come.


Try to sleep.  Ha, ha!

Creeping up behind you, here.

Now staring at you.


Look me in the eye,

This one glance will be your last

Slither, Basilisk.


Allons-y!  “Let’s go!”

A big blue box.  Really, sir?

I am the Doctor.


*Yay!* *Fandom!*  lol :)

Stay strong,


One Day Away

Song I’ve been writing for about a week and a half…  Just words, so far.  Spaces for instrumental, but no music yet.

:)  Have fun reading! Oh, and feel free to suggest music or words, if you like.

Lyrics are sort of in a sing-song rap, with the exception of the chorus, which is only sung.

Chorus in bold.

Regular lyrics italicized.



About 15 seconds of instrumental

Maybe it’s best/

What have I expressed?/

A distress/

No finesse/

Just a song…/

Come ON.  What’cha waitin’ on?/


Can’t believe I’m waiting like this/

Can’t believe that I gave a kiss/

Living with myself/

In and of itself/

Left me waiting for my own self-help/


Feelin’ crazy (all the time)/

Bein’ lazy (got no rhyme)/

A bit of guitar playing in the background… Maybe 6 seconds?

In and out of sanity/

All I think is profanity/

What I’m feeling might be wrong/

Can’t stop it/ Yeah, Been like this all ‘long/

Don’t need no R&R/

I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T by far/

But don’t forget the way this lays/

Always  One. Day. Away./

Wonder who we are/

In this mixed up world\

Wonder where we are/

In this cold lifeless road\

In and out of sanity/

All I think is profanity/

What I’m feeling might be wrong/

Can’t stop it/ I’ve Been like this all ‘long/

Don’t need no R&R/

I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T by far/

But I won’t forget the way this lays/

Always  One. Day. Away./

I wish I wish upon that star/

For you to talk to me about this/

Haven’t seen you since forever./

Sometimes feeling listless./

In this whimsical endeavor./

If I saw ya more/

(meet me by those nooks!)/

If you came to see me like you swore/

(the nooks with the books!)/

I could tell you more/

Like how I know you’re an easy one to fall for /

But it doesn’t even matter/

I’ll give you my heart, right up; on a silver platter/

Yeah, a bit gory/

Like my friend Tori?/

Ok, no silver platter.  How about a silver lining?/

No whining/


I hope I’m not too forward for your tastes/

Sorry if that’s so,/

But I’m never changing who I am (my soul)/

You’ve gotta stick to yourself if you wanna be great/

Never change… for anyone… but… YOU./

2 Minutes  16 Seconds  Long.

A bit shorter that usual, but there’s no instruments yet!  So… Yeah.

What did you think? :)


~ Mousepaw



Days pass

Weeks go by




Glassy eyes

Staring down

Quiet,  I hear something


Only a dream




My mind explodes

I see you

Reaching down

Chills go up my arm

A blackest night

Crow’s wings

Sullen grass

Come back!

You dissapear

Into the darkness


Something more?

Something less?

Mort, Morte, Death


I see none

They are back.

You never know


They will come

Always lurking

Watching from behind a staircase

Through a wall

Hidden eyes

Forever sealed

Torn to shreds



They are here

Here, now?



You said –

I said nothing!

You came at your own risk!




I… can’t see


They morph

Forever darkening

Hearts cold and dead!


Corner of your eye

Now, Corner of both eyes

They are close


…how close..


Glass shattering

A wind nearby

Creaking door

Rotten wood giving way






I know.







A blood curdling screech

A death


Not.. Quite.




No one there


Silent Screams

Silent Tears

Never quieted

Never heard

Nameless bones






I see all this.. I cannot speak of what I have witnessed. Those would think myself mad! Those who believe would soon go mad themselves.  I wrap myself tighter in the cocoon of blankets gathered from the empty houses.  I used to be so hungry.  Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to so go now.  Everyone else is gone.




Inspired by Cormac McCarthy’s The Road and  Episode 9 of Vikings (shown on the History Channel).


Thank you.  Any thoughts on what I wrote?  Please post them in the comments below.


~ Mousepaw