Post by Arielle Nerida Kersey on Aug 8, 2012 15:17:28 GMT 1
Who will believe my verse in time to come
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To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I ey'd,
Such seems your beauty still
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Be, as thy presence is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove
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My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
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Look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
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Have you read the rules?
Rp sample:
She ran. Feet pounded on the forest floor. Her breath came out in short pants. Her hair swung in an ponytail behind her. Arms moved in a locked rhythm. She counted mentally. Each number corresponded with the fall of a foot on soft dirt. Her white trainers were marred with the dirt and debris of the forest. Reaching a tree, that lit an emotion in her eyes – recognition. She slowed to a stop. Placing a small and feminine hand out to touch the rough bark for balance. She breathed deeply. She stood up, still panting, yet not as harshly from when she first stopped. She tossed her fringe back. It helped. Running that was. Helped to calm her erratic mind. Singing did too. But she hadn't sung in a while.
Although the forest was not nearly as calming as the beach, she didn't want to face the disappointment of her fantasy not coming true another time. Many times she sat on the beach near Henry's Castle, just willing her father to wash up on the shore alive, and each time it never happened. So she'd chosen to run through the forest instead – to the strange shaped tree she always stopped by. Running was something she had taken up, just to be healthy, but eventually it turned into a way for staying calmer. Clearing her mind.
Hearing footsteps in the fallen leaves, she whirled around. It was only too right to be a little worried. She was alone in a forest, which she was certain there was no one to hear her scream for a mile or so. So she had reason to be scared. What if the person was some sort of rapist or murderer. Then what. All she had with her was her running gear. No spiky heels to throw. No perfume to spray into his eyes. That was if it was even a he. Backing up a little, she let her imagination run away with her. The town was a peaceful town, and though you heard stories about crime, most bad crime didn't happen in Storybrooke. Emma and Graham made sure of that.
“Hello” she called, forcing a smile onto her face. Tatiana would kill her. She'd told her to take the pepper spray with her, but like an idiot Arielle had told her she'd be fine. She wouldn't have been so worried if she had known she had the pepper spray on her. “You alright there?” she asked, still not really sure who the person was, however her naturally kind nature caught up with her as she asked if the person was okay. She tugged at the hairband, that was tying her hair up, allowing the red curls to flutter down to frame her face and neck.
She fingered her hair for a while, gently brushing out any knots that had formed, and leaves as well. Her blue sports top and black jogging bottoms made her activity clear. She'd come out here to run, and that she had done. She wasn't sure if many people would do that. Well - she'd yet to encounter anyone doing the same.
from another site - Follow Your Dreams, a Once Upon a Time RP.
If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise
The form was made by Malena. The lines are taken from Shakespeare's sonnets. Feel free to edit the application if you want to, but please don't remove the credits
