Shelby Gray
Essay #3
1/23/13
Darkness creeps it's way into everyone's mind at a certain point in thier lives. It
worms into the mind without a sound and slowly, over time, grasps at the hart-, hart until,
from the very depths of the dark underworld, it completely ensnares it. Edgar Allen Poe,
an eighteenth centry poet and writer of short stories , displayed many signs of that very
same darkness. The encounters in his mind were often of lingering evil, life after death,
torture, and other unspeakable horrors. One piece of this madman's work, in paticular,
caught the attention of many people from many backgrounds around the world. "Fall
of the House of Usher", is a short story that dipicts Poe's true essence. A story of
madness, horror, and evil, yet, this single story has been brought to life on the big sceen
as well as on paper.
Movies are often adapted form their novel based origin, and "Fall of the House of
Usher", wasn't about to break that tradition. Though there were many simalarities, there
were also multiple differences. As in the short tale told on paper, the movie begins in a
dark and dreary place parallel to Poe's typical scenes. The shrubs are shrivled, the trees
are dead, and a great mist covers the entire vacinity. An old, quaking house sets in the
midst of it all. This is the house of Usher. The opening settings of both the movie and
the story were undeniably similar to one another. Small differences may have found their
way into the movie's, backgrounds and special effects, yet overall, the film's base was
identical to the original idea of the author's conscience.
The characters, on the other hand were not developed quite the same way as the
models for them, stemming from the book. The film contained the same basics of the
character's personalities, yet lacked in the growth of the cast and changed the
backgrounds of the main traveler. In the story, the reason the traveler was urged to
make his way to the Usher estate, was for a dear friend, Mr. Usher. The two characters,
initialy, don't know of one another in the adapted film. Instead, the traveler comes to
see Madaline who he claims he's in love with. Madaline is rarely seen and "dies" quickly
in the first story, but is alive throughout most of the film. Either way, Madaline was the
main focus of both stories, whether she lay dead of alive.
There were many differences in the characters, but many meer in the plot
summary. Though the idea of "evil lingers" is still present, the building blocks of the
idea had been switched when the movie came about. The tiniest of components, such
as, the tale that was read to Mr. Usher towards the end of the short story, made a
dramatic scene fit for a poet shuch as Poe, were cut out of the film and replaced with
much shorter less, dramatic instances. The story read to Mr. Usher was an element
originaly intended to make a mark on the reader's hart-, hart and leave u looking over your
shoulder for days with the notion that the story was unfolding in his bed time story as it
was in real life, while the movie clipped out such a scene.
Films in the 70's were harshly critizized and thought to need much romance to
servive, so it's no surprise that there were many unecissary bits and clips of nothing but
romance between the traveler and Madiline. The short story had nothong of the sort and
when the main traveler arrives at the manor, he dosn't even know of her. The bonds
were intended to be stonger between Mr. Usher and The traveler, instead of the other
way around, yet for the sake of drawing a dramatic crowd for the film, the adaptive
version had to contain those bonds.
Whether it be broken bonds of simply scrambled relationships, the film version of
"Fall of the House of Usher", has it's disagreements with the original short story written
door Poe himself. Either way u like it ,anyone can enjoy either version for generations to
come, because "Fall of the House of Usher" is a classic that will be around for years to
come.
Essay #3
1/23/13
Darkness creeps it's way into everyone's mind at a certain point in thier lives. It
worms into the mind without a sound and slowly, over time, grasps at the hart-, hart until,
from the very depths of the dark underworld, it completely ensnares it. Edgar Allen Poe,
an eighteenth centry poet and writer of short stories , displayed many signs of that very
same darkness. The encounters in his mind were often of lingering evil, life after death,
torture, and other unspeakable horrors. One piece of this madman's work, in paticular,
caught the attention of many people from many backgrounds around the world. "Fall
of the House of Usher", is a short story that dipicts Poe's true essence. A story of
madness, horror, and evil, yet, this single story has been brought to life on the big sceen
as well as on paper.
Movies are often adapted form their novel based origin, and "Fall of the House of
Usher", wasn't about to break that tradition. Though there were many simalarities, there
were also multiple differences. As in the short tale told on paper, the movie begins in a
dark and dreary place parallel to Poe's typical scenes. The shrubs are shrivled, the trees
are dead, and a great mist covers the entire vacinity. An old, quaking house sets in the
midst of it all. This is the house of Usher. The opening settings of both the movie and
the story were undeniably similar to one another. Small differences may have found their
way into the movie's, backgrounds and special effects, yet overall, the film's base was
identical to the original idea of the author's conscience.
The characters, on the other hand were not developed quite the same way as the
models for them, stemming from the book. The film contained the same basics of the
character's personalities, yet lacked in the growth of the cast and changed the
backgrounds of the main traveler. In the story, the reason the traveler was urged to
make his way to the Usher estate, was for a dear friend, Mr. Usher. The two characters,
initialy, don't know of one another in the adapted film. Instead, the traveler comes to
see Madaline who he claims he's in love with. Madaline is rarely seen and "dies" quickly
in the first story, but is alive throughout most of the film. Either way, Madaline was the
main focus of both stories, whether she lay dead of alive.
There were many differences in the characters, but many meer in the plot
summary. Though the idea of "evil lingers" is still present, the building blocks of the
idea had been switched when the movie came about. The tiniest of components, such
as, the tale that was read to Mr. Usher towards the end of the short story, made a
dramatic scene fit for a poet shuch as Poe, were cut out of the film and replaced with
much shorter less, dramatic instances. The story read to Mr. Usher was an element
originaly intended to make a mark on the reader's hart-, hart and leave u looking over your
shoulder for days with the notion that the story was unfolding in his bed time story as it
was in real life, while the movie clipped out such a scene.
Films in the 70's were harshly critizized and thought to need much romance to
servive, so it's no surprise that there were many unecissary bits and clips of nothing but
romance between the traveler and Madiline. The short story had nothong of the sort and
when the main traveler arrives at the manor, he dosn't even know of her. The bonds
were intended to be stonger between Mr. Usher and The traveler, instead of the other
way around, yet for the sake of drawing a dramatic crowd for the film, the adaptive
version had to contain those bonds.
Whether it be broken bonds of simply scrambled relationships, the film version of
"Fall of the House of Usher", has it's disagreements with the original short story written
door Poe himself. Either way u like it ,anyone can enjoy either version for generations to
come, because "Fall of the House of Usher" is a classic that will be around for years to
come.
u devastate this land of mine,
Where breeze used to touch the rose petals.
On this field of my innosence
u took away the cloudy days,
On this desolated field no rain will fall,
No sun will shine,
Those soft petals are dry now
On this field of mine.
But yours,
u grow your Oleander and Ivy,
Your poisonous land as your twisted mind,
u stal water to dry mine,
I see your Oleander now,
Beautiful and gentle as my rose is never going to be,
Poisonous but never meant to cure me.
Where breeze used to touch the rose petals.
On this field of my innosence
u took away the cloudy days,
On this desolated field no rain will fall,
No sun will shine,
Those soft petals are dry now
On this field of mine.
But yours,
u grow your Oleander and Ivy,
Your poisonous land as your twisted mind,
u stal water to dry mine,
I see your Oleander now,
Beautiful and gentle as my rose is never going to be,
Poisonous but never meant to cure me.
A woman's life is a rose.
Each petal containing a portion of life.
The diligent journey wil be perfect.
As u live, your rose grows weaker.
Your enduring patience has been spent; your rose is wilting.
The many years yearning for unity has ceased.
The whispering kingdom is worth all yor strength.
God will welcome u with kindly eyes.
Your sacred rose will live on.
A woman's life is a rose.
By: Arylynn10
and it zei it has to be longer to be an artikel so, blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah
Each petal containing a portion of life.
The diligent journey wil be perfect.
As u live, your rose grows weaker.
Your enduring patience has been spent; your rose is wilting.
The many years yearning for unity has ceased.
The whispering kingdom is worth all yor strength.
God will welcome u with kindly eyes.
Your sacred rose will live on.
A woman's life is a rose.
By: Arylynn10
and it zei it has to be longer to be an artikel so, blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah
Love felt like a warm cookie.
But as u can see,
It wasn't like that as much to me..
It was just black, like his soul..
I noticed how he zei 'hot',
Instead of calling me beautiful.
He gave me hugs,
But it wasn't enough.
I thought he felt our love was like a drug,
But I was wrong.
He thought it was just all about kisses and
Thinkin' about sex.
He even talked about his old ex.
Love is poison..
I asked him if he loved me,
But he zei 'Yea' instead of
'I love u meer than anything'.
That hurt to hear zei be..
Love is poison..
I guess all that hugs and kisses were a lie.
But why?
Did he think it's better if I die?
I'm pretty sure he wouldn't say the truth,
Just a lie..
Love is poison..
But as u can see,
It wasn't like that as much to me..
It was just black, like his soul..
I noticed how he zei 'hot',
Instead of calling me beautiful.
He gave me hugs,
But it wasn't enough.
I thought he felt our love was like a drug,
But I was wrong.
He thought it was just all about kisses and
Thinkin' about sex.
He even talked about his old ex.
Love is poison..
I asked him if he loved me,
But he zei 'Yea' instead of
'I love u meer than anything'.
That hurt to hear zei be..
Love is poison..
I guess all that hugs and kisses were a lie.
But why?
Did he think it's better if I die?
I'm pretty sure he wouldn't say the truth,
Just a lie..
Love is poison..
In the tremors of despair
u see your life's fading away.
Now it seems like you've always known
that life u have will always be the path of thorns,
You've seen it, oh, u have seen it long ago
In the depths of your eyes.
Dark has never been so silent,
While the steps of death are too loud,
So dreadful for the hope that vervalt slowly.
These moments of sorrow extinguished you,
Harrowing your mind, only the dark were there,
Misery and lonely death were calling your name.
Why is death so painful for others,
Yours has always been present,
In your thoughts, In your absence,
In this sadnees, in despair.
Your being is wrapped door blackness,
into the depths of your tainted mind
it took roots, crawling inside,
feeding with the fears that are buried
into nothingness ( the depth of your eyes).
u see your life's fading away.
Now it seems like you've always known
that life u have will always be the path of thorns,
You've seen it, oh, u have seen it long ago
In the depths of your eyes.
Dark has never been so silent,
While the steps of death are too loud,
So dreadful for the hope that vervalt slowly.
These moments of sorrow extinguished you,
Harrowing your mind, only the dark were there,
Misery and lonely death were calling your name.
Why is death so painful for others,
Yours has always been present,
In your thoughts, In your absence,
In this sadnees, in despair.
Your being is wrapped door blackness,
into the depths of your tainted mind
it took roots, crawling inside,
feeding with the fears that are buried
into nothingness ( the depth of your eyes).
u are so young but like the stars u are so old/ your perfection is bitter and leaves me cold/ but when I feel alone and my soul can feel down I reach to the sky and hear your sound/ and u beauty fills the sky and eventually i'll drown in your sweet smell that fills air all around/ u twinkle and shine just like a ster and both of u grow far from the ground/ so, distances don't matter/ for what does beauty count? I'll never hold u and thats all I kno, beware the rain and beware the snow and beware the man we all thought we'd kno ~ Miguel, i'll always love you... No matter what. So much
Sweet and innocence
Filled with hidden rage
Going swimming with her
Will be the you're life's last stage
Little girl from a past life
Was bullied and harmed door mean girls
Drowning and returning was the beginning of her strife
Poor little girl door the pond and flowers
Wanted a friend so badly
But she sits alone of swims for hours.
Her deepest darkest secrets
Revealed in the end
Oh why and why
Does she kill her new friends?
Her horrid rage and attitude
Left alone in a sloth
Within deep sleep and solitude
Her life didn't end like a fairytale
But it ended in the bottom of a lake
This tale of this little girl
Will end in heartbreak.
Filled with hidden rage
Going swimming with her
Will be the you're life's last stage
Little girl from a past life
Was bullied and harmed door mean girls
Drowning and returning was the beginning of her strife
Poor little girl door the pond and flowers
Wanted a friend so badly
But she sits alone of swims for hours.
Her deepest darkest secrets
Revealed in the end
Oh why and why
Does she kill her new friends?
Her horrid rage and attitude
Left alone in a sloth
Within deep sleep and solitude
Her life didn't end like a fairytale
But it ended in the bottom of a lake
This tale of this little girl
Will end in heartbreak.
In this night
composed of beads
sprinkled of the memories
and remembrance of
the days that sill live
in the hearts of sorrow.
In this night
I zoek for one soul
who can understand my thoughts,
in this night I whisper...
Your name like a blessing,
your hug like a consolation.
In this night,
magic is real,
weakness of the past
has been stopped by
this moment of fidelity,
this moment belongs to us.
Make my demons go away,
I know,
you're the only one,
the only one who can stop
the pain.
Beads are sprinkled all over,
this beads of past,
rolling to the floor
to my foot
just to remind me,
just to punish me
for the days when my strength
was gone,
when I was gone,
burried door the thoughts
of darkness and grief.
But this night belongs to
magic,
the magic of your presence,
this night will forgive my
weakness,
so I shall forgive,
I will pick these beads
and I will be free,
fear won't find me,
the nigh will forgive me.
composed of beads
sprinkled of the memories
and remembrance of
the days that sill live
in the hearts of sorrow.
In this night
I zoek for one soul
who can understand my thoughts,
in this night I whisper...
Your name like a blessing,
your hug like a consolation.
In this night,
magic is real,
weakness of the past
has been stopped by
this moment of fidelity,
this moment belongs to us.
Make my demons go away,
I know,
you're the only one,
the only one who can stop
the pain.
Beads are sprinkled all over,
this beads of past,
rolling to the floor
to my foot
just to remind me,
just to punish me
for the days when my strength
was gone,
when I was gone,
burried door the thoughts
of darkness and grief.
But this night belongs to
magic,
the magic of your presence,
this night will forgive my
weakness,
so I shall forgive,
I will pick these beads
and I will be free,
fear won't find me,
the nigh will forgive me.
I can't believe
That u're gone.
I can't believe
U've moved on.
u zei I'm
The only one,
But now
She's the 1.
U zei u love me,
U wanted to marry me.
But now u're gone
U've moved on.
How do u expect me
To verplaats on without u.
U're my sunshine
My only smile,
But now u're gone
U've carried on.
Without me.
U've closed the door,
U broke my heart
Into pieces no 1 can fix.
Please come back
And be mine forever.
Please fix my heart
So I can be free.
There's someone out there
Who'll want me soon.
But I'll run back only to find
U don't want me
U've moved on without me.
I want to hear u say
U love me again
So I won't be scared
Like I'm right now.
Please turn around
I'm waiting behind u
For u to come back
And be mine again.
That u're gone.
I can't believe
U've moved on.
u zei I'm
The only one,
But now
She's the 1.
U zei u love me,
U wanted to marry me.
But now u're gone
U've moved on.
How do u expect me
To verplaats on without u.
U're my sunshine
My only smile,
But now u're gone
U've carried on.
Without me.
U've closed the door,
U broke my heart
Into pieces no 1 can fix.
Please come back
And be mine forever.
Please fix my heart
So I can be free.
There's someone out there
Who'll want me soon.
But I'll run back only to find
U don't want me
U've moved on without me.
I want to hear u say
U love me again
So I won't be scared
Like I'm right now.
Please turn around
I'm waiting behind u
For u to come back
And be mine again.
A beginning & an end
Death is a friend of a fiend
Life can be dark and cold as the deepest depth of the mighty oceans
And dangerous as a threatened wolf in her forest.
Our minds are the blessing of a curse
What is real?
Do we feel?
Are we drones of our own creations?
An end shall come to this nation
A new age is drawing near
The old ones will die
Perhaps in vain of insane
Its death will deliver our rebirth
Of illumination
The extinction of the selfish & violent ones will zeehond, seal our survival
The future is our revival