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[Poems Made in 2011]

Poems Made in 2011

Fantasy
by Ella Hoshi

I live in a world of fantasy
With fantastic creatures galore
I am often told to return to reality
But reality is such a bore
I would rather live a fantasy
In a place where my dreams can soar
I would rather be where I am happy
In a place that I adore

Poems Made in 2012

[Poems Made in 2009]

Poems Made in 2009

Poems Made in 2010

[Poems Made in 2007]

Poems Made in 2007

The Seasons (Unifinished Poem)
by Ella Hoshi

Spring has come and gone
The summer season slowly calms down
The season of fall will soon kick in
Winter will come and so will the snow

Spring is the time when clovers will grow
When friends can see the flowers of joy
When the trees will bud leaves
And when birds start to sing once again

Summer?s heat will not last long
When friends are having fun

Note on The Seasons: I had gotten inspiration for the poem, made it halfway, and lost inspiration. Never really went back to finish it, so it gets to be an unfinished poem for now.

Poems Made in 2008

Freedom
by Ella Hoshi

Freedom
Precious, Treasured
Soaring, Smiling, Speaking
Freedom is having no restraints.
Liberty

Note on Freedom: Written either for a poetry contest or a school assignment. I can't remember which. If it was for a contest, I didn't win. XD

[Poems Made Before 2006]

Poems Made Before 2006

A Forgotten Thought
by Ella Hoshi

I just forgot the thought that was in my head.
It was a good thought, one that I should have written down to be read.

I just forgot the thought that I love so much.
It was a good thought, one that you would have liked to hear around lunch.

But I forgot it, and cannot remember what it was.
If I could, I would tell you, but I just can?t?

I just remembered it! I know I did!
It?it is?uh?oh, no! I just forgot.

Note on A Forgotten Thought: I based this poem off of a poem I heard one of my classmates in 5th grade read off in one of our class plays. I can't remember what his poem was called, though.

Blah, Blah, Blah
by Ella Hoshi

Blah, blah, blah,
I heard you,
So why don?t you just leave me alone,
Blah, blah, blah,
I don?t want to hear it,
So why don?t you just shut up,
Blah, blah, blah,
I have a headache,
You talk too much,
Blah, blah, blah,
That?s all I hear,
So be quiet and let me rest,
Or stay and get screamed at!

Note on Blah, Blah, Blah: Pretty sure this poem was also written while I was in 5th or 6th grade.

Born To?
by Ella Hoshi

Do what you where born to do.
Be what you where born to be.
Live the way you where born to live.

Earth?s Waterfalls
by Ella Hoshi

Standing here watching as water falls
Watching the beautiful scene upon this Earth
Every one of them is one of a kind
Why do we find falling water so beautiful?
Usually found on untouched land
Not a building to be seen
Unless they are manmade
Which is not as interesting
As the real thing
What are they?
They are the wonderful waterfalls that fascinate mankind.

Note on Earth's Waterfalls: This poem was written for an Earth Day poetry contest and entered in a county fair. I got some kind of ribbon at the fair with it, but I think it was just their generic "thanks for entering" one.

Happy Birthday!
by Ella Hoshi

Blow out the candles?
Make a wish.
Now put some cake?
On your dish!
Happy Birthday!

Note on Happy Birthday!: Made for a birthday card. Feel free to use in your own birthday cards if you want.

Horse
by Ella Hoshi

Although they are fun to ride,
Horses have their own pride.

You might want a horse that?s nice,
Instead of one with a heart made of ice.

I look out my window every day,
To see my horse hiding away.

I love my horse night and day.

Note on Horse: Pretty sure this poem was also written while I was in 5th or 6th grade.

Horses
by Ella Hoshi

Horses,
Horses,
Horses,
Mustang horses,
Thoroughbred horses,
Beautiful, gorgeous, loveable horses,
Cute, fury, baby horses,
Appaloosa horses,
Cleveland bay horses,
Funny, skinny, racing horses,
Dapple gray horses, too.
Paint horses,
Arabian horses,
Don?t forget Clydesdale horses,
Last of all, best of all I like Shire horses.

Note on Horses: Another poem written for my 5th grade class. I think we had to make a poster for it, but the poster got lost.

Humans
by Ella Hoshi

Humans, I hate them!
Mankind is a dieing race.
I am no longer considered as one of them.
They depend on technology and not themselves.
They are killing Earth with their garbage.
The rich waste what the poor could use.
What wasteful, disgusting creatures they are.
I am not among them.

Life is NOT a Game
by Ella Hoshi

Life is not some thing to throw away,
It?s not something you can save, then restart,
It?s not something you can just waste on drugs.

Life is something to use to make a difference,
It?s something to use to help others,
It?s something to use to be happy for.

Life is something to keep in memory,
Not something to use to kill for fun,
Not something to control your friends.

Life is not like a game,
It is not a game,
It will never be a game,
So, don?t waste it!

Something like this happens once in a lifetime, your lifetime, so use it wisely.

Note on Life is NOT a Game: Pretty sure this poem was also written while I was in 5th or 6th grade.

Majesty
by Ella Hoshi

As a princess
She comes?
Yet an empress
She becomes?

Out of My Mind
by Ella Hoshi

I?m going out of my mind!
I?m bored,
I?m tired of my brother bugging me,
My mom won?t leave me alone,
I?ve got tons of homework,
I?m tired,
I can?t stand the quietness of my life,
So, I?m going to turn my music on full blast, lock my door, and relax,
I?ll worry about everything else when it?s already to late to do anything about it.

Note on Out of My Mind: Pretty sure this poem was also written while I was in 5th or 6th grade.

The Real Thing
by Ella Hoshi

Life isn?t a Dream you can wake up from
It is the real thing

Life isn?t a Video Game you can restart if you mess up or die
It is the real thing

Life is something you should Value most of all
It is a gift to you from God

Life is something you should use to Help others
It is a gift to you from God

Life is something you should have fun with in a safe way
It is a gift to you from God

Life isn?t a Dream you can wake up from
It is the real thing

Life isn?t a Video Game you can restart if you mess up or die
It is the real thing

Note on The Real Thing: Pretty sure this poem was also written while I was in 5th or 6th grade.

I'm gonna post bunches of my randomly themed poems in this thread. I can't remember when I wrote most of them, but I can say they're mostly from my middle and early high school years (2002-2007). A lot of them haven't been typed up, either, so I'll come back through and add more in later on.



Poems Made Before 2006
A Forgotten Thought
Blah Blah Blah
Born To...
Earth's Waterfalls
Happy Birthday!
Horse
Horses
Humans
Life is NOT a Game
Majesty
Out of My Mind
The Real Thing

Poems Made in 2007
The Seasons (Unfinished)

Poems Made in 2008
Freedom

Poems Made in 2009
(To be Added)

Poems Made in 2010
(To be Added)

Poems Made in 2011
Fantasy

Poems Made in 2012
(To be Added)

Poems Made in the Future
(Not Yet Made)



All poems posted in this thread belong to me, Danielle C. Gates (aka Eleanora Hoshi).
Copyright ? 2012 Danielle C. Gates (aka Eleanora Hoshi)

Whoot! Frog legs for dinner. :D I never actually had frog legs before, but my Mum said she used to go bull frog hunting with her grandpa when she was little and that it tasted like chicken. :o

XD! You should, though!

Hahaha~ Cute! Did the man eat frog legs for dinner?

Dancing Sunflowers
by Ella

I see beautiful sunflowers dancing in the wind. The tallest one dancing like a ballerina.

I feel like a miniature person when I stand next to them.

They are like suns dancing around the garden.

They remind me of giants dancing again and again, but at nightfall they stand still, as the moon comes to life.

A little history on Dancing Sunflowers:
I was in fifth grade (2001-2002) when I wrote my first poem. Our teacher wanted us to write poems on sunflowers, and then we had to draw a chalk picture on half a sheet of black paper of a sunflower and write the words on the other half. I dunno what happened to that project, but I'm glad I still have the poem.

Over the next summer, I submitted Dancing Sunflowers to a poetry site called Poetry.com, which asked if I would like to have my poem published in a poetry book they were working on. I agreed, and my poem was published in their poetry book "Loveliness Unfurled", of which I have a copy of. (Although I'm supposed to have two copies, because Mum ordered two and they cheated us and only sent one. Tried getting in contact with them about that, and they totally ignored my messages. The site is under new command now, but I doubt I'll trust them again.)

While I was really proud of the poem back then, I dunno how I feel about it now. I dun really care about receiving ratings/criticism on it, since its a really old poem, but since its in a book, and various websites, I figure I might as well post it here, too. You never know, maybe someone has seen it before in some other place I might have shared it.



Copyright ? 2012 Danielle C. Gates (aka Eleanora Hoshi)

[Victoria]

Victoria

Something was wrong. The book just did not feel right. It was too light for its size. Opening it up, the man saw why. Someone had cut a hole through the pages and placed an envelope in the empty space. What was this? He reached his hand in to pull it ou-

A voice sounded from above Victoria, causing her to jump in her seat and nearly drop the book in her hands. She snapped her attention to the bowing man before her. It was that magician! But had he not retired to his rooms? What time was it? "Good morning!" The doll in his hands greeted before Victoria could respond to the man's greeting. Morning? Already?

After setting her books aside, the living doll rose and gave a small curtsy. "Good morning, ..." She could not think of what else to say. She could not just barge into conversation without introductions, but since he had been the one to greet first, she felt that he should introduce himself first.[/size]

[Victoria]

Victoria

Magic tricks had always intrigued Victoria. She had witnessed her first show after she started traveling, but she had heard about magicians and their tricks before then. This man was performing tricks she had seen before, but they were still interesting and fun to watch. 'How do they do it?' She wondered. The part she enjoyed the most was when he made the doll "talk". When she had played with dolls as a child, she had always pretended they could actually talk to her, even though she was only speaking for them. She never learned how to make it appear like she was not talking and her dolls were, though. Was it ironic that she was now a life-size doll that spoke?

It was all too soon before the colorful man retired to his room for the night. While his show had been entertaining, Victoria had hoped to be able to talk with him. She wanted to ask about his tricks and how he made his doll speak. She also wanted to ask about his travels and what kinds of places he might suggest she visit. Perhaps she was just too bored for her own good. Boredom always seemed to make her impatient for something to do.

With the magician gone and the now late hour of the evening, people began to file out the door to return to their homes or to their rooms if they were staying at the inn. A few newcomers had shown up while Victoria was distracted with the magician's show, it seemed. They, too, left for their rooms after the colorful man left.

Sighing softly, the living doll wondered what she should do now. Those who remained in the room were either maids cleaning up or people who looked like it would be safer to leave alone. She could always go back up to the study and read more of the book she had been reading before. Or, she could explore the building once again. That might disturb the other guests, though. If she had brought any of her childhood dolls with her, she could try to see if she could make it look like the doll was talking... Was there a name for that kind of trick?

While sleeping was an option for humans, it was not an option for the living doll.Her body was not really alive, so it did not need to rest to heal itself. Just like how it did not need the nourishment of mortal food, although she could pretend to eat or drink if necessary, she generally disliked it as she had to clean it out later. The only part of her that needed rest was her soul, as her body drained her of her spirit energy. It only needed a rest every other day or so, depending on how active she is, and she could not force herself to rest. She could only control when it happened when she was trying to stay awake long enough to find a place to rest. It would not do to have her body just crumple to the ground as a lifeless doll in front of strangers because her spirit energy had been withdrawn.

Victoria had "slept" the night before, so she guessed another long night of reading was the best option. She was still in there early the next morning, reading away.[/size]

[Victoria]

Victoria

It was a good thing this inn had a library, as small as it was. Who knew how much longer her carriage would be at the blacksmith's for repair. Not that Victoria minded it too much, as she entertained herself with exploring the town during the day. At night, however, the living doll was still too afraid to explore. she could easily miss something and end up tripping and falling in the dark, and she was still not sure how much her new body could handle. She had only been in it for what was it... three years now? Her carriage driver would know, as he kept a calendar and reminded her when a holiday was being observed.

It was so difficult keeping track of time, and it only got more difficult the more it passed. Was it a side effect of being free from an aging and dying body or from traveling so much? The only way Victoria really recognized the passing of time anymore was by the long, lonely nights when she was stuck in an inn that she had already explored three times. Or on rainy days, when she feared she might slip in mud or on the wet rocks. Ah... the young noble did not handle boredom very well anymore. It was different when she lived at home; she had all kinds of things to keep her busy.

Feeling restless from sitting and reading for the last two hours, Victoria wondered if any new travelers had arrived. The regular visitors of the inn were far too boisterous for the living doll's comfort, but travelers were usually much calmer. It was rather difficult for a person weary from travel to get too energetic. Not that every traveler followed that observation, but it was always worth it to see. Setting her book down, Victoria rose from her chair and, after fixing her skirts, left the room. With any luck, she would find a well-traveled newcomer to share stories with. Or rather, for her to get stories from, since she had only been traveling for a year.

There were a few regulars in the main room, enjoying a meal and some mead, something Victoria would never get to do again unless someone knew how to make her body more human. She spotted a man wearing a colorful suit in the crowd and immediately knew he was not from the town. Only traveling performers wore clothes like that. The fact that he carried a doll in his arms only helped support her theory of his occupation. It would be weird if she just walked up to him, introduced herself, and started asking him questions. He might think she was a maid or the owner of the inn if none of them had greeted him yet. So, Victoria moved to sit in a more secluded area of the room. She could have joined her carriage driver, but he seemed to be enjoying himself chatting away with the local men and her presence might put a damper on their male bonding time. For now, she would just observe the scene before her.[/size]

[Name:]

Characters

Name: Victoria Edevane
Race: Doll with Human Soul
Age: Doll Body Appears 17, Soul is 20, Born: 1860
Hair: Blond
Eyes: Green
Height: 5'0"
Status: Lady
Possessions: Her father's book on alchemy, chest of clothes, chest of assorted items & necessities, purse, and other items (to be decided).
Personality: Because of everything she has gone through, and because of the emotions she had while going through the soul transfer, her face often shows a look of a mixture of sadness and pain, but also that of love when she is not trying to show other emotions. Even if some other emotion is affecting her, that emotion will only show through if she tries or forces her face to form that expression.

Victoria is a bookworm. She learned to love books, as they had been her only source of getting to know the world outside before the transfer. When she started traveling, she continued to read here and there, but usually at night or on cold rainy days. She spent more time watching scenery pass by while in her carriage or exploring when not riding.
Past/About Victoria:Victoria was named after Queen Victoria and was born during her reign in 1860. Her mother was Irish, and she was born in Ireland, but since her father was an English lord, she grew up in Great Britain.

Victoria was once a human, but a very sickly human. She had a weak heart, making it so that she could not handle excitement in her life or else her heart would beat faster and she would get very sick. This meant that she was kept in the house and away from things that would excite her. Her father, who loved his daughter very much, wanted to do everything he could to make it so that his daughter could one day live a normal life. From her 4th birthday, he had been studying magic and alchemy so that he could give her a better body.

When she was 17 years and 3 months old, Victoria became fatally ill after the death of her mother. Although he knew that he couldn't make a true flesh and blood body, her father had decided that the only way to save her life would be to transfer her soul into that of the body she had been working on. This body was a life-size doll body that looked exactly like her. He had been hoping to make it into a true human-like body, but the doll form had to work or else his daughter would die. Unfortunately, the soul transfer from her body to the doll body required more energy and life force than she could give with her true body. Realizing this, her father gave up his own life so that she could live.

Although she inherited her family's entire fortune, she was not satisfied with just staying put. Her father had given his life for her, and she would not put that in vain. Now, she travels around the world, learning new things and trying to find a place of her own in the world that she never truly belonged to.

As long as her soul never escapes the doll, she will live forever inside of it. Though her skin looks like porcelain, it is a lot tougher, but not unbreakable. Should it crack, her soul would escape.

Name: Edward (Elias) Ames
Quote: "Well met good lady."
Occupation: Travelling performer (music, ventriloquism, magic tricks)
Other Skills: Puppet-crafting, juggling
Age: 24
Hair: Dark
Eyes: Light brown
Height: Tall
Possessions: Liza (doll), locked chest of items, wagon, two black Shire horses, mandolin, magic tricks bag, other items (to be decided).
Background Story: Orphaned by a master doll maker at an early age, Edward had always been interested in his father?s trade, that and the magic tricks he had seen street performers showcase from time to time. Years under his master's tutelage have taught him many things, and though his master taught him the ways of doll-crafting, in his spare time Edward practiced simple magic tricks; It was a hobby of his as he learned to carve wood or shape clay to make the dolls. Edward was always bright, smiling as he went about his task, happy to help his master or even enjoy the tricks he had seen he himself or others perform.

It was like this for many years until one day tragedy struck. His master, the person who had adopted him, died suddenly, quick and mysteriously as he was found dead one morning. Edward was still young when it had happened, and all he had left to fall back on were the small magic tricks he had started years ago. He stopped venturing into his master's shop, or even touch any of his old carpentry, wood tools, clay, and moldings to create dolls.

For a year after the event, Edward lived sullenly until a travelling band of performers, seeing his display of magic tricks, took him under their wing; he was given the stage name Elias. As Edward matured and grew with his newly found family, thoughts his old mentor, who had taught many things and still considered to be his father, continued to haunt him. Nevertheless he kept an open spirit and mind, never losing the sly smile he had always carried with him. But for the ones that really do know him, they'll see the almost sad whisper behind his eyes.

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Table of Contents
RP Details
Characters
Victoria
Edward (Elias)


Living Doll
This is a one on one roleplay between Ella and Throndir. Please do not post here without our permission.

Setting: Victorian Era England
Day, Month, Year: November 1880
Time of Day: Mid-Morning
Weather: Cool

Story so far: The living doll, Victoria, and her carriage driver are stuck in a small town while replacement wheels for her carriage are being made and installed. To keep herself occupied, she explores the town and its surroundings during the day and exploring the inn and reading books in the inn's library/study at night. Elias, a lone traveling magician, shows up in the town and chooses to stay at the same inn in which Victoria is staying. Victoria sees Elias using his doll as part of his performance that night and it piques the girl's interest. While leaving the main room to retire to his sleeping quarters, Elias notices the doll-like girl sitting in the corner. However, the two do not meet until early the next morning when Elias happens across Victoria reading in the library/study.