Dear diary,
Today seemed to start off as any normal day I encountered in
my existence. Never in my life have I ever been so moil to achieve such
happiness. As waking up, finding the day so young,
only seeing it struck nine. My cousin who greeted
me a good-morrow, Benvolio didn’t quite help in letting
me vent my morosely sorrowful love-life into him. Chuckling as a response I ask
“Dost thou not laugh?” and continued my problems
that made absence of joy to my life feeling whipp’d and
tormented... as I did not know that I would meet someone rich in beauty. However a new feeling struck to me as
if it were lighting, finding out that Capulets and Montagues were under verbal
and physical abuse to each other once more, why can’t the two households just keep the peace. Leaving me be, Benvolio added that my
father thinks I need help as he said that I lock far
daylight out and made an artificial night
for myself to sober.
I met with Benvolio again later on with Mercutio, dragging
me towards the Capulets party held today. I denied the request however debating
with Mercutio was just the same as trying choosing which gender before you were
born. It was already decided. Later on outside the Capulet building I tried
whispering to someone to give me a torch for I am not for this ambling, so
close to success yet caught by the sensitive radar implanted in Mercutio’s ears
and eyes saying “Nay we must have you dance”. I can’t
dance very well unlike him who has his own dancing
shoes with nimble soles. His steps were like the ultimate cheat code to a
game of life and death; compared to me I cannot move.
Of course since this was a Capulet party, me and Benvolio are indeed Montagues.
I felt some consequence yet hanging in the stars
were to sprout in unknowingly.
Breaking the laws between both families, I entered the
Capulet mansion as a normal guest, if one (Capulet) were to reflect my face
within their eyes, it would be all over for us. Capturing a figure of igniting flare
across the room, a unique flame of her soul, surely she
doth teach the torches to burn bright. I watched
her place of stand from my safe, unclear distance; I never had a figure occupy
my field of sight for I ne’er saw true beauty till this
night. Pushing myself through the crowd took
almost an eternity, as if it were the molecules of a solid block, however my
desperation overthrew that fact for touching hers, make
blessed my rude hand. Seeing her face up-close was just as startling as
before. Rosaline was no match for her enhancing abilities. Wait. Rosaline? I have forgot that name, and that name’s woe. Was it someone
important I can’t recall. Anyways back to reality and not imaginative names.
Juliet. Her name like the blooming flowers of spring time. This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this, I purified
myself with it, but… now that I got rid of my unholy part, it must’ve gone to
her! She’s a saint, with the urge of another
kiss I ask once more. “Saints do not move, though grant
for prayers’ sake” with words of such great wisdom, left me a glued face
of fortune. “You kiss by the book” she mentioned,
but right after that, some weird lady came to steal my Juliet all to herself!
Dragging and mentioning that her mother craves a word
with her. That is when my face of fortune walked under the ladder. Capulet
family!? O dear account! My life is my foe’s debt. Prodigious
birth of love it is to me, that I must love a loathed enemy!
Fun’s over. Why is it that sad hours
seem long but happy hours the alternative? Could she really be Capulet?
Rushing after the party and leaving my companions. I craved to discover the truth;
Mercutio springs out one of his tricks once more. However for the miracle, he
suddenly gave up and left. Asking Benvolio “Come, shall
we go?” without hesitation I made way through the Capulet garden as I
was caught under my Juliet’s magic once more. With the negative tone in her
voice, she mentioned that she will no longer be a Capulet
if it were to be with me. Take all myself she
said. If I were a glove upon that hand I might
actually touch that cheek! Never so blinded by
such beauty, I couldn’t resist of staying in the shadows. Appearing like a wild Pokemon *Note: I hope you don’t
mind this Mr. Savage* saying I take thee at thy word,
henceforth I will never be Romeo and hoping
for the best. Only to be covering her holy aura with shock she questioned me “how camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?” with
the most romantic idea I could come up with I replied “With
love’s light wings did I o’er-perch these walls” however expecting a reasonable
reply. She wasn’t affected by my words one bit; instead, she threw words of
maturity into me warning me that if I were caught by anyone I wouldn’t live to
see another sunrise. But my life were better ended by
their hate, than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Once again, the lady
who pursued our conversation the last time ambushed once more. Her nurse, I hope
she gets fired. But this lead to the best part, her last words “Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow” I hope
her messenger tomorrow won’t be that conversation-destroying nurse of hers. I
say, A thousand times good night my Juliet… As
tomorrow will be something that would make even death smile. I say it once more…
A thousand times good night…
I really liked how you mentioned at the beginning about the fight. It placed the mood that Romeo was thinking. You used a lot of quotes which was good. Yep it was really good.
ReplyDeleteIn many ways, this is excellent (including your contemporary Pokemon reference): it is detailed; you describe events very thoroughly; and you have chosen lots and lots of really useful quotations. Well done!
ReplyDeleteHowever, at times, you use so many quotations that it is hard for your own prose to get into its own stride, and things can get a bit confusing as a result. Also, if you think back to the whole P.E.E. idea, there is a lot more room here for exploring and explaining the quotations you have included, which is so much harder when you use SO many.
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