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[lestross]

Once there were the three

To help them be- Took I a job of discomfort

on the snow summit, left home in new winter

In my wake a trail of cinder, before my eyes many a weeks

I view the terrific town and sleep.

Early I wake to be ascertain

Though from eyes visibility I refrain, overlooking the men all dressed in hides

With sharp weapons they strive, to mark an enemy in sight

To my delight it seems easy to fight, the light yet covers my excite

My passion it ignites.

With a pouch pushed near

I sign paper with fear, To become the men who defend

Near fortune I spend, to enter a school of finesse

Who I pray give success, and a fortune soon I hope obtain

Knowest not to me cursed domain

Easily it is astute

By the minute we pursuit, appease we must to man of rule

His engagements be not cruel, lecturing lessons of leniency

Was fun till inconveniently, the frequency of inconsistency

Our reports did show little decency

report I open solemnly

Methought did flawlessly, the contents speak different

Said I was insufficient, to the lessons once adored

My anger then burns toward, evil my mentor did report

I knew I need of support

sword in hand

With Mel I stand, a plan we muster from our aversion

To our teachers ermersion, of being whom the lowliest call wretch

We hope our plan is a hitch to be in which her good graces sit

If any gods permit

Mel and I luck has

Create a lovely compliment, whereas others create non

To this he stood upon, and voiced with smile the approval

So our work not futile, Mel and I celebrate

To our wealth accelerate.

Our score improves little

My trust in mentor brittle, to which I stand shouting alone

“I beg you I need not atone for what have I done to his own?”

He makes not his wants known so I suffer here on lonesome to moan

Let not this end postpone

The year come round

My hearts relief abound, for my work to be worth

For the toils and troubles I unearthed it will be for the two

From money we can begin anew, a life no strife before us hewn

So we again sing a jolly tune

The final day closer draws

I must have no flaws, lest the earth consume with unearthly jaws

My body with its claws, ignoring that distaste a trial we must pass

Parchment with ink but alas the words we write

Truely truely must be right

For if any day be of importance

It would be with accordance with this paper we forced to pass

to make life peace everlasting, the two homely relatives at peace

And their suffering cease, finally their gamble on me

Be the victory’s key

Next morn on board said thus

To our disgust ‘we now adjust the standard to our ways ‘

Here it displays, our ‘reformed policy will hence stay

Do not delay, for this hast been the rule for years and it conveys

Pass and we will pay’

Fortnights I spent

For paper I present, his instruction and to scrutinize

The time utilized, til the day it was handed in

My core shifts thin, elation filled me and surrounds my being

Only god foreseeing

In the dreaded decorum,

Boredom lost to sounds of sorrow

An emotion i often borrow, no longer open here the letter

Now for the better, contents I did explore

My hand shaking sore

To see failure to plain

Strikingly still I remain, silent laugh vehemently escapes my lips

Perpetual bliss forgotten, I shaking hands oblige myself

Cornering myself I say “what cause of this? I have done all asked”

Replies “You do not grasp”

“I don’t sir but I digress

I can merely guess as to why it be so degrading damning”

My heart beats cramming, he reply “this is what lateness brought

I hope it’s all you sought.” Stomach churning

Answer, my conscious yearning

You told different’ said I

‘without this I will die!’ Discretely he utters “die”

Answer he did supply now understanding why

I couldn’t deny how never could I have ever relied...

So why try?

Privy were few

To the day true, to the dream once pursued

Now only in view to the few who timely done review

I without a clue, trapped like glue dreams now flew

To unreachable lands into

Woe to thee who hold a card

a red mark now we disembark with pockets pointlessly penniless

Men of various standards do depart lives broken apart

Mal and I start, to the path home softly marked

We do not part

For to his own similar dues

We’re past onto himself as he had nobody left

So his loss, no theft, null human Mal would effect

I envy this respect, the prospect a joyful subject

Yet I have two to protect

Frozen winter unyielding

Us both only wielding thin layer of cloth upon our backs

Ah yes I infact have letter which I place

On homely snow summits embrace, on wooden base

Lovely base mold laced

The two careening dancing from afar

Viewed from door ajar, the ethereal noise resounding

From a beauty so astounding, ever be blessed to listen

To gentle voice’s glisten

So it does not bring unease

To float along breeze with airborne the wind as guide

Now cares aside we walk on snow unbitten

Slightly smitten the road we erode

To our burdenous regrets unload

We run wavering waning unashamed

Our fire surely untamed being drenched quenched

The daunting trench unfulfilled yet shouting

‘To the mentor” Spouting “If still exploiting ensues-

Your essence you will lose”

Mel then repeats ensuing

“Life and if more will lose” by the day and all holy

“If thou ruze slowly May thy soul entreat a belligerence complete”

Winter takes then a seat, his air stills

top of sultry hills

As if accepting

We were left reflecting our choice of trotting for the last besetting

Of a sun that is forgetting, of our presence

Not it grants us convalescence for it runs scared

Unprepared

Long the cold instilling

Minds complete willing taken be consumed

By the blanket entombed, mel composure’s waver

winter gave him favor, befall to the winters lull

The skin dull

To now that I continue without my brother beside me I walk through a sheen curtain. The sound of singing behind ever tempts me to return but to hear their breaking shrieks would strike me, smite me then. The tone of whistles keep steadfast, whirling twirling to color my pale cheeks. They carry me far where not ever shall I take from family again. To the devouring who care not for what morsal they take what family they break. The winds promise to protect me they take me the winter accepts me I left with winter and I return with winter the suffering only between. If that is so then to come are good followed by the carnivores. Bigotry to my knightship and peace to sleep. For now light leaves as does the one inside for it burns at a jaded edge.

This is meant to be open for interpretation, so I will not disclose what is occurring here. This is inspired off one of my favorite poets. Within the poem there is also a joke, I don’t know if any with find it. I wrote this after someone lied to me which lead to this.

[lestross]

  

This is a little educational google document that requires a basic knowledge of Hiragana and katakana, at least on a reading level. I started this in 2019 and never finished. I am not fluent but understand Japanese well enough to satisfy me. I will put a small snippet of the docs below to see if you are interested. In the google doc it is color coded. The sites below are useful and used in the document. There are mistakes, I am not the embodiment of perfection. I'm really happy to be trying out Tumblr honestly. I'll try to post every Monday. More so this website will be to post my original writing works so you can expect that from me occasionally. If you want more Japanese content I would be happy to oblige you, but this was just a side thing I decided to finally finish. If you want more ask specifically what you would prefer. If you have any questions ask in the comments, I will warn you I am bad at answering quickly.

(COLOR CODED ON GOOGLE DOCUMENT)

Polite present tense-

If the verb ends with ます the. The sentence is in present tense. 

パンを食べます(パンをたべます) 

(I) ate bread

I is implied in the sentence to eat is the verb たべますand the noun is bread パン. 

日本が好きです。

(I)like Japan

I is implied. 好きis a na adjective but acts in the same way a noun would and is followed by です。

Mostly 99% By Lestross this remains partially done, I wanted to do more but this is the basics of Japanese if I get more support or enough people desire an extended version I will add to this

Sites/helpful resources

 (days of the week)

Writing Japanese katakana book by Jim Gleeson

(Some Katakana)

  HiNative app - ocean_bag 

(Intro under Japanese; the pitch with ame explaination)

http://nihongo.monash.edu/jouyoukanji.htm

(All kanji grades)

(On'yomi 音読み & Kun'yomi 訓読)

https://www.thoughtco.com/learning-about-japanese-verbs-202791

(The 3 Japanese verb groups)

To memorize anything such as day or the week, te-form, hiragana, or more I recommend YouTube no matter how corny it is.

made 5/7/19

[lestross]

This is an original story I made it’s sort of depressing and has questions about living. Do not read if you have tendencies of suicidal thoughts or depression. I pasted here so it’s not indented. I will put the theme of this work at the bottom.

Dig up my Heart

I had pure exhilaration as I bound down the steps shirtless with a long carrot in my hand as a sword. I wave it around as my enemy prowls with another carrot in his hand. We parry and thrust together as if dancing, unable to wipe the grins off our faces. The onlookers gaze from upon the balcony shouting their enthusiasm and support! They all ‘pretend died’ a while ago. Now only I remained with Henner as my opponent. Our carrot weapons in hand, we engage.

I wait to attack while eagerly dodging Henner’s attempts at easy swipes. Henner imposing keeps up his carrot swipes. I lose ground as his swipes become more powerful, edging closer, but he persists. I clash with his carrot occasionally and see my opening and strike for him when my mother interrupts.

“The cake is ready!” A voice echoes through the house.

The battle unfinished, Henner and I eat our carrots on the way to the kitchen with my other friends descending from the steps hastily. When the stampede of children is upon us, I begin to join them, nearly charging my mom and nearly knocking down the cake in her arms.

“Calm down, my darlings, or you won’t get any reward for your hard battle.” My mother smiles endearingly.

“We don’t need any reward; it is my duty!” Micheal pipes up with his 8-year-old shaky voice reciting the lines of the Meridian Heroes. Micheal has been getting quite good at sounding more confident lately. His imitation of the heroes is nearly indistinguishable.

My mother chuckles, “Then perhaps I can have the cake all to myself!” A chorus of children moaning ‘no’s’ begin arising from around.

“Then I suggest you all calm down, wash your hands, and begin your feast. Even the Meridian Heroes can’t save the galaxy on an empty stomach.”

I savor the vanilla and chocolate mix when we finally sit down to enjoy the glorious piece of sugary-filled joy. You know there are sweet chunks of chocolate that accentuate every bite's taste. On top of the cake is a strawberry. Its sweetness makes me feel as if I am on top of the clouds. The cake on top of my other meal was a challenge but with my desire to savor the piquant flavors. Upon Realizing my mistake of exceeding my capacity for food, my stomach aches slightly. Sitting down makes the feeling seem a bit more uncomfortable until Michael begins to discuss his favorite Meridian Hero.

The Meridian Heroes are exceptional in every way. They represent Planet earth out in the universe, fighting evil. They recently started a war to defend another country that has had bad things happen to them, like constant suffering, pain and stealing. I wish to see them fight one day.

That wish I will forever live to regret.

Clouds, rain ash, and the sky is congested and poisonous. Explosions are nauseating but occur regularly. I stay up for days in fear hiding in an abandoned convenience store, hearing the resounding echo of death, feeling the earth’s recoil from shock. The screams are miserable, and I flinch at every one I hear.

I don’t know where anyone is. I was walking home from my morning run when suddenly the sky was lit with a blinding light. Radios began clamoring for people to evacuate the city as the rampaging fight between evil and the Meridians was moving towards us. All broadcasts were halted in favor of letting the cities know immediately as the battle was quickly approaching. They failed to inform us that the battle was practically already here.

Within minutes of the announcement, hundreds of thousands of citizens were massacred.

I saw the frightful sight, and I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn’t accept the reality. Still, I fight myself to comprehend this foreign new daunting world I find myself trapped in. Within my hole, I try to relax. My mother is on my mind, and although I cannot bear to think of her fate, selfishly thinking of her helps me cope with the nerves. It is days before I can finally calm down and control my breathing. I gain enough courage to stand and walk to explore.

When I exit the alley, the air is on fire; it burns my lungs and fires scorching the earth as they thrive throughout the city. Structures were nearly non-existent. I could see for miles in an area that once had been congested by buildings.

The first place I decide to explore is my home to see if I can salvage anything. Trepidation every step I walk, I listen for any life around me. To my sadness, there is none. I walked back to where my home once stood and grabbed two twigs. I put them on the ground in the shape of a cross and lay them on the ground as the ear-splitting booming never ceased.

On the twenty-third day, a gray building is still standing—a tall building with six floors. Someone atop the structure was clanging pots on the top and attempting to get a rescue ship. I had never seen a spaceship, helicopter, plane, or anything in the battle zone. In war zones, rescue ships are not permitted to enter the premises.

I watch from the ground as the futile clanging continues. The sound somehow brings me a sense of peace, as if there is somebody who I can talk to, Somebody who can reciprocate my feelings of agony. I did not have the spirit to dissuade this group from trying to save their lives. I did not have it to confront them and tell them the truth.

The following day I felt the booming get closer. It was deafening. On the twenty-fourth day from afar, I watch a gray 6-story building swiftly collapse. I almost imagine three dark figures falling off the top floor as the foundation caves in.

I adapted, learned never to eat a particular food, never to climb high for a hope that would never come.

The days now are fluid. Time outpaces even the stars. It is unclear how long I've been here. I could never have foreseen my fate. At first, I was mortified. Now I am. It is as if the two motions of pushing and pulling are natural. Long ago, these movements became muscle memory. The ruble I began to sift methodically moving became the norm despite my lack of muscles. I no longer have the strength to lift, yet I find a way. I often lack thought. Thinking used to cause me to drift, and the more I did so, it caused me physical pain. Anxiety. Shaking. I no longer dwell on any thought if not necessary.

I used to remember my naive adolescence. Mundane happiness, such as items used to swell me full of elation. What a repulsive wretch the world has become. I am no different as I am a part of it.

My clothes are torn, and my skin has been rubbed raw repeatedly, so much it has become a permanent dark reddish hue. Even if I wore all the layers a single man can carry, it could never fully defend me from the acidic qualities the air contains. I can hardly recall what my skin looked like before. I doubt anyone here does. When the sun descends, I walk to the dome and eat whatever I can find. No matter what I tried, it was tasteless. I once saw a shrub that grew higher than the others. It was untouched, and from it grew red orbs. I pulled one off its stem; it felt the water inside, the texture, and the softness inside the ruby red shell. That was when I noticed the distinct taste or lack thereof. The taste was similar to that of cockroaches. Ashy. Dull. Void of any semblance of what my tongue vaguely knew.

Nothing brings me joy. A little pleasure is when I find the vessels in the rubble. I go days without seeing any, then, fortunately, I suddenly successfully locate forty.

Therein lies the repetition of my reality ever more; I search for an unreachable satisfaction. Many revolted against this. They claim it to be an intolerable or volatile act to retrieve the dead from the wreckage as the corpses have rotted for longer than ordinary people consider acceptable. However, I digress; I feel the burial in the debris is not suitable by any means. So began my moral quest, which turned into life itself. I gain calluses, Albeit slowly. An indent the world has left on me.

There is the cart; it is full of the living and the dead. The carriage is the carrier of death. A few others have similar goals of digging and searching. The smoke billows as the sun emerges. The gray fumes rose to fill the sky even darker, a sign of the dead finally being lifted and scorched. One day, the bodies will run out, I say to myself deceitfully. That is a foolish notion. For whenever has death been unoccupied.

Then my mind wanders unwillingly to a toy—a bright red suit in a dirt-stained yellow spaceship. When my shovel nudges it slightly, it lights up. I nearly take the toy but am taken aback by the familiarity. It was Joseph, who is a Meridian hero. I gaze from atop the hill of demise and reevaluate my choice. For he was no hero. The meridians' good intentions of saving that alien race killed millions.

The theme is meant to be those in power who have good intentions may not make the best choices and leave others to suffer. For instance I believe in the past the United Nations have attempted to help third world countries by providing aid. This aid have been the cause of internal conflict within the country. People are fighting for the food centers and hogging it for their faction. You could also say this for charities that have very little experience.

If you did not understand the story the war is a metaphor for poor choices and the Meridian heroes are the rich or influential individuals. There is a line here stating how the Meridian heroes chose to save a planet that was suffering and that lead to this unnecessary war. Had the Meridian heroes not chosen to engage in another’s problems this likely would’ve never happened. Therefore the Meridian heroes are not necessarily evil or good that are simply humans that make mistakes and one of them was ruining the lives of these city dwellers.