Veronica Aislinn
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Joined 05-15-02, id: 214251
Author has written 15 stories for Young Adult, Love, Haiku, Life, General, General, and Romance.
The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece!
Where burning Sappho loved and sung,
Where grew the arts of war and peace, --
Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung!
Eternal summer gilds them yet,
But all, except their sun, is set.

The Scian and the Teian muse,
The hero's harp, the lover's lute,
Have found the fame your shores refuse;
Their place of birth alone is mute
To sounds which echo further west
Than your sires' "Islands of the Blest."

The mountains look on Marathon --
And Marathon looks on the sea;
And musing there an hour alone,
I dream'd that Greece might yet be free
For, standing on the Persians' grave,
I could not deem myself a slave.

A king sat on the rocky brow
Which looks on sea-born Salamis;
And ships, by thousands, lay below,
And men in nations; -- all were his!
He counted them at break of day --
And when the sun set, where were they?

And where are they? and where art thou,
My country? On thy voiceless shore
The heroic lay is tuneless now --
The heroic bosom beats no more!
And must thy lyre, so long divine,
Degenerate into hands like mine?

'Tis something, in the dearth of fame,
Though link'd among a fetter'd race,
To feel at least a patriot's shame,
Even as I sing, suffuse my face;
For what is left the poet here?
For Greeks a blush -- for Greece a tear.

Must we but weep o'er days more blest?
Must we but blush? -- Our fathers bled.
Earth! render back from out thy breast
A remnant of our Spartan dead!
Of the three hundred grant but three,
To make a new Thermopylae.

What, silent still, and silent all?
Ah! no; the voices of the dead
Sound like a distant torrent's fall,
And answer, "Let one living head,
But one arise, -- we come, we come!"
'Tis but the living who are dumb.

In vain -- in vain: strike other chords;
Fill high the cup of Samian wine!
Leave battles to the Turkish hordes,
And shed the blood of Scio's vine!
Hark! rising to the ignoble call --
How answers each bold bacchanal!

You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet,
Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?
Of two such lessons, why forget
The nobler and the manlier one?
You have the letters Cadmus gave --
Think ye he meant them for a slave?

Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
We will not think of themes like these!
It made Anacreon's song divine;
He served -- but served Polycrates --
A tyrant; but our masters then
Were still, at least, our countrymen.

The tyrant of the Chersonese
Was freedom's best and bravest friend;
That tyrant was Miltiades!
Oh! that the present hour would lend
Another despot of the kind!
Such chains as his were sure to bind.

Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore,
Exists the remnant of a line
Such as the Doric mothers bore;
And there, perhaps, some seed is sown,
The Heracleidan blood might own.

Trust not for freedom to the Franks --
They have a king who buys and sells:
In native swords and native ranks,
The only hope of courage dwells:
But Turkish force and Latin fraud
Would break your shield, however broad.

Fill high the bowl with Samian wine!
Our virgins dance beneath the shade --
I see their glorious black eyes shine;
But, gazing on each glowing maid,
My own the burning tear-drop laves,
To think such breasts must suckle slaves.

Place me on Sunium's marble steep --
Where nothing, save the waves and I,
May hear our mutual murmurs sweep:
There, swan-like, let me sing and die;
A land of slaves shall ne'er be mine --
Dash down yon cup of Samian wine!

-"The Isles of Greece!" · Lord Byron-

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[.Dedicated.]
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't wanna go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
And sooner or later it's over
I just don't wanna miss you tonight

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive

And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

-"Iris" · Goo Goo Dolls-

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Beautiful Disaster by Bellus-Aviditas reviews
How is it I always find myself back at this place, at this very moment? I place the knife on the counter and grab a wet washcloth to clean my beautiful disaster.
Fiction: Young Adult - Rated: T - English - Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 617 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 2 - Published: 6/11/2005
The Last Performance by Siberia82 reviews
My final act to prove to my parents how much I resent the way they've treated me.
Poetry: Family - Rated: T - English - Tragedy/Drama - Chapters: 1 - Words: 200 - Reviews: 18 - Favs: 4 - Published: 9/3/2003
Dream Worlds by warrior link jin reviews
Ever Wonder what happens when you can't stop something from happening to those you love?
Poetry: Fantasy - Rated: K+ - English - Fantasy/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 977 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 8/23/2003
Stories from Room 606 by Zoshi the Confused reviews
PG-13 for later chapters, probably. Stories about a group of teens in an art course designed to both further their art skills and expose their true selves and thoughts. Sometimes funny, sometimes deep and sad.
Fiction: General - Rated: T - English - Angst/Humor - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,334 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 8/23/2003
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September reviews
All he'd come to do was apologize.
Fiction: General - Rated: T - English - Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 683 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 9/4/2005
1,000 Cranes reviews
She loved to make paper cranes. He opened his eyes and his fingers closed around a single paper crane resting on her pillow.
Fiction: Romance - Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 831 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Published: 5/15/2005
Awry reviews
A girl wakes up to her best friend and falls into an endless cycle. I'm not entirely happy with the ending, but please tell me what you think.
Fiction: Romance - Rated: T - English - Angst/Romance - Chapters: 1 - Words: 731 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 2/5/2005
Let Me Whisper in Your Ear reviews
On falling in love. PG-13 for language.
Fiction: Romance - Rated: T - English - Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 783 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11/14/2004
Her Hair
A sequel to my story "Black." James's thoughts before and during Aislinn's confession.
Fiction: Romance - Rated: K - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,283 - Published: 8/14/2004
Black reviews
Black was the color he always wore, from the first moment I saw him. He wasn't violent, or anything, he just chose black to express himself. Which was good, because if he'd chosen something like neon orange or lemon yellow, I'd have to kill him, and possi
Fiction: Romance - Rated: T - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 2,131 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 1 - Published: 7/11/2004
Eyeliner reviews
"I was rubbing my eyeliner off and it reminded me of him, everything's going to."
Fiction: Romance - Rated: K - English - Angst/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 463 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 2/14/2004
The Ballerina reviews
The stage performance of a ballerina.
Poetry: General - Rated: K - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 79 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 1/31/2004
Rough September Winds
A girl reflects on her happy past while visiting a structure that brought her joy and many hours of entertainment. Please review.
Fiction: General - Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 361 - Published: 1/29/2004
Keeper
A poem for the one I love. May he talk to me...one day.
Poetry: Love - Rated: K - English - Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 47 - Published: 1/16/2004
Death reviews
A poem about death, in the form of a diamante-contrasting two extremes.
Poetry: Life - Rated: K - English - Poetry - Chapters: 1 - Words: 16 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 11/22/2003
Scars reviews
A girl observes her own cutting. Rated PG-13 because it deals with cutting.
Poetry: Haiku - Rated: T - English - Poetry/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 16 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11/22/2003
First Love reviews
My feelings on a certain boy I like. Hopefully he's not reading this. Please review! I need all the constructive criticism I can get.
Poetry: Love - Rated: K - English - Romance/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 116 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 8/23/2003
Forever in My Heart
James reflects back on how he fell in love with Veronique, and a tragedy he faced firsthand. Warning: Contains near suicide, hence the higher rating. After all, it IS Young Adult...
Fiction: Young Adult - Rated: T - English - Tragedy - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,503 - Published: 8/23/2003
Remembering
Christina reminisces her days as a youth before she enters high school. Basically, how I felt before I went in high school.
Fiction: Young Adult - Rated: K - English - Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 931 - Published: 8/17/2003