the fat monkey

Through the darkness that suspends me, i weep with a sorrowful bliss, through that of what has passed me now, what has befallen me, death is truly now my only woeful bliss. As the sky falls, and my dreams of life and hope shatter like fragile glass on cold darkened rocks, my heart feels leaden, heavy and cold without the warmth that felt me, love, now just a forgotten thought, shattered and broken, now a dagger to me now to my now leaden heart. Forget me, all those I loved and those that loved me so, forget me, those that wished me well and remember me to make their hearts swell, forget me, my loved ones, forget me, as my end draws near what is now my only twisted love, forget me, those that would hear me, forget me, I beg you, forget me… forget me…. As my memory will only burn your love… I have no sight, i have no thought, i have no light, i have no soul but the darkness that suspends me only for its twisted love, to see me fall by its hand, into smothering death… I thank it… It is my only loving bliss now…. please… forget me forever… as the darkeness will only hold me from my death.

By Fallentrees

As the last leaf falls, I know what is to come, to me, fallen trees, woe is me. Death comes to them slowly, unknowing and lonely, but as comes to me a fallen yet still wise tree, it muttered: do not try to save me, for you will also die with me. Kind as he was, wise yet ancient he twas, by this fallen tree, I stand and weep, as woe, woe is me. To my fallen oaken friend, as I see, is now gone, as he has passed his fallen end.

by fallentrees

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morality, is our conscience telling us not to do things that would be wrong, as greed, hatred and vanity. It tells us not to do things that in the end, only hurts us, as well as many around us. For example, animal testing , I think that it is wrong, but has benefited us tremendously.  I think, it is wrong, and we should stop it, as it hurts animals that will need this care. Even in our methods of transportation , there is corruption, as we believe where we need to go is more important than the entire environment. We could try to stop using these polluting fuels, and maybe run things on solar or hydraulic electricity. Even plastics, we could stop using and try to start by reusing then eventually start using naturally safe materials to creat and carry things.

for one day ,I would want to be Justin, as he has had the training, and is extremely intellegent, as well as a very long living rat. He, unlike Nicodeamus, does not have any diplomatic duties, and has the relative freedom to do what he wishes. I would visit Arthur, the head engineer of the rats, and could let me help him with his creational arts, and i could build things of my own. I would also visit Mr. Ages,  where I could learn  how he creates his medicine from herbs, so i could learn about first aid and grow medicinal herbs for the plan that we have created with help of our leader,Nicodeamus. That is what I would do with my one day as Justin, one of the rats, of Nimh.

Mrs. Frisbee and the Rats of Nimh is a very interesting and suspense filled book, amazingly written, making even those who do not indulge themselves in literiture unable to resist this true treasure to the bookshelves of those lucky enough to get this gem into their collections. Having a strong passion for detailed writing and amazing storyline, the author of Mrs. Frisbee and the Rats of Nimh is truly a master of the written word.

The Secret of Nimh is quite a good remake of Mrs. Frisbee and the Rats of Nimh, the creaters able to create tension and exitement at the right times, making this a good movie with the makings of one as good as the book, only missing the strong storyline that is desplayed with Mrs. Frisbee and the Rats of Nimh. Detail will always be amiss in movies of books, as what is said in video theature, time is money.

Mrs. frisbee meets alot of adversity in her life, and overcomes it amazingly. Being fourced to hunt for food, always with someone or something else after her. As do all mice, even rats, but mrs. Frisbee always finds a way to thrive like this, keeping her family together through so many years. Even being widowed, worse her children losing their father, is a life altering experience to most, even the Frisbees, but they stick together and preseve the love that has been lost and found again. But when Timothey gets sick and moving day is coming fast, she faces and adversary, that she has never faced before.  I, when i was 3, fell down the stairs, and almost cracked my skull. It was scary, and dangerous, i had to stay in the hospital for 2 months. I was really lonely, scared and unhappy. I faced an adversary that I was not sure I could beat. but i did, and now I have never hurt myself that badly ever since. I have learned that i need to be more careful, considerate and, overall, not run down the stairs! I  had learned something through all of this, as all adversary does. If you learn from your mistakes, you’ll l hopefully learn not to make them again, as they will occur again if you do not learn to prevent them from happening again.

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It is the end of winter, and the spring is coming. The frisbees are just a normal family of garden mice, living in their underground home in the farmlands ofa local farmer, Mr. Fitzgibbon. After her not so normal husband, Mr. Frisbee, died last summer, the whole family has been in a dissaray, but together have united as a loving family once again. But at this time,  the winter is coming to a close, their love is needed everso more, as  it is moving day, the time of year that her and her family of mice must move to the summer house, least they wish to be plowed terrible by the fields farmer, Mr. Fitzgibbon. but there has been quite a drawback as, Mrs. Frisbee’s youngest son, Timothy, has gotten quite sick, and is is no shape to move. With the winter frost almost thawed, the dreaded moving day comes ever closer. What is our mously heroine to do?

“Its Time.” said father.

“Its Time….” I thought to myself. Time to go into hiding. It was a scaring thought, a seemingly normal and mundane building could hold such dark secrets of despiration and dread. A dark room filled to the rim with thoughts of capture and death. More than death. Torture. a place of living hell. So close. Too close.  a concentration camp, where they fourced labour, and eventually killed those who survived. We are a Jewish people, a people at this time, the most hated of all, by some. a very dangerous position to be in, anywhere really. We need to hide from the Nazis, and Hitler. They want to kill us all, just beacause we are Jewish.  All i ever wanted was a happy family. a perfect scene of happynesws, and love. A happy family and friends. sometimes,i do wonder. Would it, be different? could it, really change all of this is? No. Even i know that. We are all doomed to forever live in secret, away from the rest of the civilised world. In secret. All i really wanted wanted was a happy family. My annaxe. Withouteven a breath of fresh air. Ever.

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