bright_ephemera Posted August 29, 2012 Share Posted August 29, 2012 ...um, or something. It is with some trepidation that I gather and repost some of the first creative work I ever did on these forums, an ill-advised series of odes to miscellaneous companions. (Blame this thread.) Anyway, I'll post some of 'em here, and if you feel like adding yours, please do so I don't feel so alone in this terrible habit! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bright_ephemera Posted August 29, 2012 Author Share Posted August 29, 2012 (edited) First off, one for Doc, even if none of my characters have ever gone near him: I knew you were trouble the first time we met, At best such a charmer is hard to forget At worst - well, you see, Here we are, you and me, And a bed that's not half worn-out yet. If laughter is medicine, Doc, you're a pro If smiles are a balm, you distribute it so All you meet would be cured. Half your work's the right word And the other half's skill (this you know.) I know that your flirting is far from exclusive, But you offer something that's magic, elusive, The right kind of grin And a broad hint of sin - Let's go render those hints more conclusive. So there is this much I can easily say: I am hooked. Good or bad, I can't wish that away. Is it foolish to hope That someday we'll elope? Honey, somehow I'll get you to stay. Don't try to tell me I am alone in getting distracted by Lord Scourge. Please forgive the sophomoric phrasing, sonnets do that to my vocab selection: You walk in darkness, but don't fear the light, Defend the world, but hold yourself apart. Your mind seeks answers, shades of wrong and right, Your voice demands my thoughts and moves my heart. Your strength of hand leaves foes no place to hide, Your strength of will demands an honored place; Your power, courage, thoughtfulness and pride Enrich the nobleness of voice and face. Yet you were robbed before your prime was through. Your passions long ago were ripped from mind. Your servitude consumed the heart of you, Ensorcelled age has left the soul behind. Still, I see how you watch the world of men. You lived once. Let me help you live again. A somewhat strained villanelle, but I thought it would be fun to try the form. This one is about Vector, but it really goes out to Crezelle: The song of the universe hums ever on While the mission compels us from pillar to post, And Vector is there to protect the sweet song. A strike in the right place to drive out the wrong, With a smile or a stave or a clever riposte; The song of the universe hums ever on. The diplomat shepherds his causes along, Seeking union and truth - more determined than most, Our Vector is there to protect the sweet song. The electrons and gamma rays all sing along, Breaking waves on an endless invisible coast: The song of the universe hums ever on. Though there's no one place he can say he'd belong, We've a mission to run, in our work we're engrossed, And Vector is there to protect the sweet song. So with him at my side I know I can go on Unafraid to face down any villain or host: The song of the universe hums ever on And Vector is there to protect the sweet song. And, to finish off the initial awful barrage, here's some fluff for Talos Drellik: Hey, Talos, whatcha doin'? Did you find another ruin? If you didn't, please explain: My cargo hold is stuffed again With what looks like bags of dirt. Seriously, what's the worth? Must it spill out to the hall? The holo room? the bridge? and all Around the engine chamber, too? And the med bay? Listen, you, Don't you dare bring one more toy – gee, Are you trying to annoy me? Never mind. You're so delighted, So adorably excited, Take the cargo hold. It's fine. But my bedroom's staying mine. Edited August 29, 2012 by bright_ephemera Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bright_ephemera Posted August 29, 2012 Author Share Posted August 29, 2012 Ah-ha! Found Jorgan. Wrote it back before I met the guy, and I have to say, I'm not inclined to take back a word of it. Kitty cat, kitty cat, sittin' in the - ow! What the hell was that for? Yeah, I'm teasing you. (Me-ow.) - Bloody hell, Lieutenant, quit it! Or do the other kind of "hit it." (Is that something that you're into?) Never mind. I'm going now. How a guy who fires ion charges twice the speed of sound Can drag his feet so horribly when ladies come around Is a mystery. Well, listen, Both of us can be persistent. And I'll win regard someday No matter how much I must hound. 'Cause you're worth it. I've been serving at your side for quite a while, And I know your strength and courage and inimitable style. Plus you're cute when you're annoyed. You do this nose thing I enjoy. (I'm the CO. I can say that.) Please, just take it with a smile. Kitty cat, kitty cat - ow ow okay I'm done stop it stop it do not take another step toward the armory! Let's have it out with wrestling? No? Insubordinate twit. This conversation is not over. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vesaniae Posted August 29, 2012 Share Posted August 29, 2012 Ahaha! I remember reading that thread! Okay, I'll bite... *15 minutes later* Alrighty, I wrote a sonnet. For Quinn. And I kind of ripped off Shakespeare, but it's all in the public domain, so whatever. Please note that the speaker of the poem is not me. Shall I compare thee to a winter's night? Thou art more frozen and more merciless. The dark assails the forces of the light, And e'er we stand upon the precipice. Sometimes for me thy fires of passion flare And often I believe that you know love Yet always in my heart I am aware Thou art more distant than the stars above. For thy eternal winter shall not fade, Nor shall thy mercy e'er be swayed for me, But all for you are my endeavors made, Your eyes blind mine, you cannot set me free. If you believe in me, then in this trust, I'm yours until the stars have burned to dust. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bright_ephemera Posted August 29, 2012 Author Share Posted August 29, 2012 Ahaha! I remember reading that thread! Okay, I'll bite... *15 minutes later* Alrighty, I wrote a sonnet. o.o Okay, color me jealous! I have yet to get a recognizable sonnet from initial notion to paper...uh, Wordpad...in under an hour. "Trust" is an interesting element for a final couplet on Quinn. Interesting, indeed. And to get all nerdy, I <3 your solid meter and imagery; this one reads well. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kabeone Posted August 29, 2012 Share Posted August 29, 2012 (edited) I have given up on saying no to Scourge. He (like Pierce) cannot be denied. So have a bad poem. Blame Scourge. JK End of Chapter 2 through 3 spoilers... yeah.. spoilers in a poem, sad. Was your vision just so clear? That you would betray allies near, Feeling only numb or pain, To wait to find my face again. Did I disappoint you Sith? When I arrived my masters with, Believed your vision now complete, Then watch me cast down at his feet. Was your prophecy so strong? That you could wait the years so long, For Jedi shining with the Force, Changing sides without remorse. Did you see me filled with doubt? Blindly follow Council’s route, Wishing I could only see, The reason you believed in me. Did you hate me at the end? When I stopped to save a friend, My Jedi ways you could not break, Even with all life at stake. What will you do now that it’s done? The fight against your master won, Or do you wait for the signs instead, That he is not truly dead. At my side will you still fight? For my Order’s path of light, And though you cling to darkness still, You prove your loyalty with will. They say my acts are why all live, But it’s to you praise they should give, And in my heart I know it’s true, The hero of my tale is you. Edited August 29, 2012 by kabeone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vesaniae Posted August 29, 2012 Share Posted August 29, 2012 o.o Okay, color me jealous! I have yet to get a recognizable sonnet from initial notion to paper...uh, Wordpad...in under an hour. "Trust" is an interesting element for a final couplet on Quinn. Interesting, indeed. And to get all nerdy, I <3 your solid meter and imagery; this one reads well. Don't give me too much credit here, I just took Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 and switched around some of the words. I was surprised that I managed to do it in under half an hour. Most of that time was spent trying to find a rhyme for "merciless". *grumbles* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kabeone Posted August 29, 2012 Share Posted August 29, 2012 Don't give me too much credit here, I just took Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 and switched around some of the words. I was surprised that I managed to do it in under half an hour. Most of that time was spent trying to find a rhyme for "merciless". *grumbles* I liked it, very nice even if it was about Quinn. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vesaniae Posted August 29, 2012 Share Posted August 29, 2012 I liked it, very nice even if it was about Quinn. Thank you Perhaps I should update my signature to read "unabashed Quinn fangirl." ...no, too obvious. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bright_ephemera Posted August 29, 2012 Author Share Posted August 29, 2012 Thank you Perhaps I should update my signature to read "unabashed Quinn fangirl." ...no, too obvious. I feel more subtle with the four signature lines, "Warrior who is the subject of my first Quinn-centric novella (arcing from loving him to hating him)," "Link to the Warrior fanfic that forms my second Quinn-centric novella (arcing from hating him to loving him)," "thread on which I do nothing but blather about my Warriors and their Quinns," and "statement of unending passionate hatred of Quinn." There is nothing unhealthy or obsessive in this at all. <_< ... >_> Nothing to see here. kabeone, your ending line pretty much summarizes my dealings from the recruitment of Scourge to endgame. <3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bright_ephemera Posted August 29, 2012 Author Share Posted August 29, 2012 Alrighty, I wrote a sonnet. For Quinn. And I kind of ripped off Shakespeare, but it's all in the public domain, so whatever. Please note that the speaker of the poem is not me. Shall I compare thee to a winter's night? Thou art more frozen and more merciless. The dark assails the forces of the light, And e'er we stand upon the precipice. Sometimes for me thy fires of passion flare And often I believe that you know love Yet always in my heart I am aware Thou art more distant than the stars above. For thy eternal winter shall not fade, Nor shall thy mercy e'er be swayed for me, But all for you are my endeavors made, Your eyes blind mine, you cannot set me free. If you believe in me, then in this trust, I'm yours until the stars have burned to dust. Hmm, have a warped 116 for Quinn. Let me not to an ambitious mind Admit impediments. Pride is not pride That lessens when a willing love it finds, Or bends to help a partner's weakness hide: O no! It is a banner ever fix'd That waves in spite of storm and blood and fire; That holds, with neither love nor terror mix'd, To mark the proud man's sole unchanged desire. Ambition does not care for Time, though years May sharpen and intensify its bite; It makes no note of Love, nor sighs, nor tears, Nor anything that's not the goal in sight. If this be error and upon me proved, I might admit that frigid bastard loved. Oh, this is fun! Plot spoilery note, You could say it's all noble duty, but come on, his service is his ambition and he freely expresses it with that word on more than one occasion. Jerk. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
kabeone Posted August 29, 2012 Share Posted August 29, 2012 (edited) ... Edited March 6, 2023 by kabeone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bright_ephemera Posted August 29, 2012 Author Share Posted August 29, 2012 It's the reluctant affection for Vector poem! I'd love to see your resume: "Man. Ninja. Envoy. Bug." The fact you're not wholly insane Suggests the Killik hug Is not as bad as advertised. I think we can agree Your Joining was a benefit - Still, better you than me. You are unique, I'll grant you that, And subtle, smart, and kind, And handsome in a way...okay, You have been on my mind. I love to watch your depthless eyes, Hear your melodic voice, And lose myself in finding you - As if I had a choice. If half the world had half your grace, This galaxy would change. Your humor, strength and selflessness Help whole worlds rearrange. Your own world's made of poems, writ In auras I can't see. You've seen and tasted, oh, so much, Yet choose to be with me. I love you. But your buddies can Strain patience. So, my sweet, Please keep them from the stock room? Temple's too grossed out to eat. And watch for Doctor Lokin, He's been sampling left and right. I DO NOT WANT to find one day He got the transform right. But in the end, dear Vector, I'm happier with you Than I could be elsewhere, ever. I will gladly say "I do." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vesaniae Posted August 30, 2012 Share Posted August 30, 2012 It's the reluctant affection for Vector poem! I'd love to see your resume: "Man. Ninja. Envoy. Bug." The fact you're not wholly insane Suggests the Killik hug Is not as bad as advertised. I think we can agree Your Joining was a benefit - Still, better you than me. You are unique, I'll grant you that, And subtle, smart, and kind, And handsome in a way...okay, You have been on my mind. I love to watch your depthless eyes, Hear your melodic voice, And lose myself in finding you - As if I had a choice. If half the world had half your grace, This galaxy would change. Your humor, strength and selflessness Help whole worlds rearrange. Your own world's made of poems, writ In auras I can't see. You've seen and tasted, oh, so much, Yet choose to be with me. I love you. But your buddies can Strain patience. So, my sweet, Please keep them from the stock room? Temple's too grossed out to eat. And watch for Doctor Lokin, He's been sampling left and right. I DO NOT WANT to find one day He got the transform right. But in the end, dear Vector, I'm happier with you Than I could be elsewhere, ever. I will gladly say "I do." D'awww! <3Vector Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bright_ephemera Posted October 18, 2012 Author Share Posted October 18, 2012 Oh, oh. I was cleaning out some files and found a backup of a god-awful soliloquy inspired by the one and only iamthehoyden. Since I'm on a kick of "doing horrible things to respected cultural figures" lately, I reprint for your enjoyment a meditation on the desirability of killing companions: IAMTHEHOYDEN: To replace or not to replace, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous companions, or to take up arms against a sea of conformity.... BRIGHT_EPHEMERA: ...and by opposing, end them. To boot, to kill! And by a kill to say we end the irritation and thousand natural "wtfs" a poorly fitted NPC is heir to...'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished. To boot, to kill; to kill, perhaps for all, ah, there's the rub. For in that perma-death what plot may come when content patches roll to us again, must give us pause; there's the respect that makes calamity of so long a game! For who would bear the creepiness of Skadge, The captain's wrong, the farmboy's saccharine, The pangs of screwing up Jaesa's recruit, The insolence of Khem Val and the spurns That patient player of these companions takes When he himself might blessed silence make With a [Kill] option? Who would plot holes bear, To torture logic trying to RP, But that the dread of content after death, The undiscover'd patches from whose bourne No dev notes yet have come, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Suspense, then, will make cowards of us all; and thus the native hue of execution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And killing sprees of sweet imagination WIth this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. - Soft you now! The fair Kaliyo! Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remember'd. KALIYO: Shove off. And do not tell me you used up the last of my Corellian whisky to compose that. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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