German History Deutsche GeschichteGerman History Deutsche Geschichte3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Die Geschichte der Deutschen - The history of the Germans
5000-4000 BC: Coming from the Caucasus mountains or South Russia, the Indogermanics conquer Europe. Later on they will split up in different tribes: Germanics, Celts, Slavs, Romanics, Greeks, Illyrians, Thracians, Baltics and some more in the middle east. The so called Aryans (old indogermanic for "noble") are also an indogermanic tribe and they conquered the middle east and most of India.
2000 BC: Germanics, Slavs and Celts have still a rather similar culture, they have nearly the same gods, languages and symbols. But soon they will develope own cultures.
1000 BC: The Germanics are now an own ethnicity, they live in South Scandinavia and North Germany. Greek and Roman writers will form the word "Germanen", which was actually the name of a rather small tribe. Ger = spear, Mann = man, the Men with spears.
They have a natural religion and believe in Gods like Odin, Thor, Freia, Baldur, Loki and in mytho
Just what is it about dragons?Just what is it about dragons?Just what is it about dragons?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They watch from the fiery depths of their lairs, they rule our stories and legends with devilry or divinity. Their ferocity makes their enemies quiver with anxiety and fear for they know they're greatly outmatched by power, knowledge and sheer enormity.
Their numbers scatter over the spectrum; their colossal wings carry them on the winds of space and time and influence the many cultures this world has to offer. From beyond the unimaginable they lie, carrying their scaly belly across the mythical lands that our kind think cease to exist. They communicate in the most phenomenal and inspiring types of ways that makes life feel like a dream that you can't wake from and yet fear to wake from.
Their majestic scales glitter in the light of the sun, and their tails lash at the air like a deadly whip when provoked, for only the mightiest dare to interrogate these magnificent creatures.
There be no other creature that can match the mighty and
LoK: Twas the Night Before Winter SolsticeA Visit From St. VarrickLoK: Twas the Night Before Winter Solstice1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Twas the night before Solstice, and throughout the whole city
Not an Equalist stirred—it was really a pity
For Korra was bored from all the inaction
She’d been missing her fights with the civil rights faction.
But the airbender kids were all snug in their beds,
While visions of Solstice gifts danced in their heads.
And with Pema asleep, and Tenzin in meditation,
There seemed to be nothing worth Korra’s anticipation.
But then from the sky there was heard a great bang,
That seemed to come out o’er the statue of Aang.
Korra scanned up above for the source of the sound,
And hoped to see fighter planes flying around.
Korra saw the full moon, the big shiny ol’ rock,
And wondered what happened to poor Noatak.
When she spotted a man, to whom a girl clinged,
And who shouted out loud “Zhu Li, now! Do the thing!”
As his mechanical wings spread outward so quick,
She knew in a moment it must be Varrick.
More rapid than bison his gli
Zalus, The ObserverZalus, The Observer10 months ago in Settings More Like This
Zalus, The Observer.
Thalthwart, 4046 (Approximately 1242, Earth)
I have scoured the planet of Thaltwart hidden among the shade, and observant of the Th'lune. As my cognition records this, even now I stand to observe, learn and harness the knowledge of this planet into my own. The construct of ascension, and ability of the widespread with the Th'lune is quite mediocre in its level. I have although, become cynical with the ascended abilities of those below the caliber of which I have met. This is a flaw that etches my eldritch being to the essence of its core-chambers, hypocritical to mock the ascension, and ability of even the ant I learn from now. Therefore, I am (in my unknowing) ant myself.
I digress, I have learned bits from this race, whether those bits prove useful upon the span of ascension and time, I know not. The species itself, is of the galactic level at best. The beliefs harness by the people are divided and the cognitive of the planet work against, too and fro.
The Wiccan WayLiving by the Law of Three,The Wiccan Way4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Good things should be expected of thee.
For if thou should harm another,
Ye shall feel that of bad karma.
It may feel good to get revenge.
It may feel good...every now and then.
But, if ye should live by the Wiccan way,
Revenge would case thee utter dismay.
Whatever ye may cast, whatever ye may do,
It shall come back , times three, to you.
The deeds and peace of the Wiccan Life
Will bring many rewards and no strife.
So, should thee live by the Law of Three,
The Wiccan Way shall be good to thee.
Wiccan Rede - Long versionBide within the Law you must, in perfect Love and perfect Trust.Wiccan Rede - Long version7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Live you must and let to live, fairly take and fairly give.
For tread the Circle thrice about to keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind the spell well every time, let the spell be said in rhyme.
Light of eye and soft of touch, speak you little, listen much.
Honor the Old Ones in deed and name,
let love and light be our guides again.
Deosil go by the waxing moon, chanting out the joyful tune.
Widdershins go when the moon doth wane,
and the werewolf howls by the dread wolfsbane.
When the Lady's moon is new, kiss the hand to Her times two.
When the moon rides at Her peak then your heart's desire seek.
Heed the North winds mighty gale, lock the door and trim the sail.
When the Wind blows from the East, expect the new and set the feast.
When the wind comes from the South, love will kiss you on the mouth.
When the wind whispers from the West, all hearts will find peace and rest.
Nine woods in the Cauldron go, burn them fast
No One Needs To KnowThere's a thousand and one things I do that concern you.No One Needs To Know5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No one needs to know, or care, but here are just a few.
How I'll wear just my jersey, the one with
your name on the back, to bed with me. Just so
that I can have a little piece of you holding me
as I fall asleep.
The way I'll smile when no one's looking because
your face is on my mind, and your name on my lips.
The way I'll reread our conversations of a hundred
"I love you"s.
The way I'll whisper "Goodnight, my love"
to no one but my bedroom walls.
How there's always more room and an extra pillow
in my bed, just for you.
The way I'll look at pictures of women, stomachs swollen
with another life just inside, and break into tears, wishing
it was me carrying your baby.
The daydreams I produce, all including you. Our wedding
day - you in a tux. Our first kiss, shared in the airport.
Making love in our bed. Our children's smiling faces.
How I want to lose my virginity to you. Have you be my
first, and my onl
Presence of a Splinter cellI am the the shadow that follows you.Presence of a Splinter cell12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the air that moves around you.
I am the darkness that engulfs you.
I am the corner of your eyes.
I am the feeling of uncertainty.
I am that which you misplaced.
I am the elevator that closes behind you.
I am the glitch in the camera.
I am the scent that can\'t be hunted.
I am the ghost in the machine.
I am the light switch.
I am the valve.
I am life.
I am death.
I am the last line of defence.
I am the 5th Freedom.
I am not here.
My Name is Sam Fisher.
I am the Splinter Cell.
Looking DownI wish I could have seenLooking Down5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I was never the one to carry you
it was you who carried me
It is too late now
Your name is an endless stream of syllables
threatening to unravel my sanity
I can't reach the end of it quickly enough
it's all I can do to think of you
The thoughts make me hate
and that I do makes me ill
To look down upon you
was the worst that I could do
Your very presence was my anchor
to me a burden
I held onto you once
like you are leaning on me
When I could no longer bear myself
just as I lost sight of my dreams
it was you who carried me
Our two sets of footprints now are one
I promise I'll always carry you
it's too late now, but
I promise I'll never look down upon you
This porcelain will someday become cold, too
Even as the earth crumbles around us
I will never look down upon you
Take ThisTake this kiss upon your hand,Take This1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the ones who starved themselves,
Because "ugly" was written all over their mirrors,
Because "fat" was the only thing in their way.
Take this hug around your shoulders,
For the ones who cried themselves to sleep,
Because, unlike everyone else,
Their pillows kept their secrets.
Take this wish for your success,
For the ones with wounds blanketing their wrists,
Because physical pain gave feeling,
And feeling was so hard to find.
Take this whisper in your ear,
For the ones who live through pain,
Through sorrow, through regret,
Through loneliness in crowded rooms,
Through nightmares and judgement and hatred...
Take these words, darling,
These words I say to you.
Stay strong. Never give up. Keep breathing.
Let's keep going,
For the ones who starved themselves,
For the ones who cried themselves to sleep,
For the ones with wounds blanketing their wrists,
For the ones who live through pain,
For the ones forced to survive...
And for the on
The Twin Fires: Chapter 1Asleep amidst their contendersThe Twin Fires: Chapter 14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Awoken trough the blood
The twin fires shall set the path alight.
One Yin, one Yang
Destiny torn in two
When the two come together,
Truth shall be revealed
And the great design will unfold
-The Prophecy of Huizhong-Chen
The Vial of Blood
The rain was drifting down slowly and a chilly breeze swept the deserted street on this late October evening. 17-year old Thomas was just on his way home after anything long day at school, grey, listless and worn-out teachers filling your head with trivial facts and knowledge you'd probably never use again in your life, and tomorrow would bring no difference.A small sigh escaped his lips as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and continued on his way home to a probably intoxicated father and an overbearing mother.
Thomas muttered, deciding to take a shortcut trough the woods next to the railroad, at least the trees would provide some shelter. Darkness was falling quickly this ti
Chaos at Rest: Chapter 3: part 1Chaos at Rest: Chapter 3: Part 1Chaos at Rest: Chapter 3: part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I didn't let Thane know exactly where we were going, although, he probably already figured it out and was just a nice enough guy to pretend that he didn't know. I sat across from him inside the shuttle, admiring his dazzling looks. We were close to landing, but I was too excited to be patient. I fidgeted in my seat.
"You look anxious." Thane said concerned. He reached out his hand to hold mine. "This should be a relaxing time, I hope you're alright." He kissed my hand, like a prince.
"Oh no, no! I'm not nervous or anything, I'm excited! I just can't wait any longer." I grinned, and peered out of a tiny window. I could see faint outlines of landforms and roads as the shuttle neared the surface. I had butterflies in my stomach, it was refreshing being back on earth, and comforting. My memories of this place were clear as a bell.
"I see well, I look forward to t
Kroenen: Necronomic DeploymentKroenenKroenen: Necronomic Deployment10 years ago in Horror More Like This
EXT – SOME BUILDING HORRIBLY OVERCAST AND PREFERABLY RAINING.
A picture of a castle, maybe, if we can get one. Maybe just a picture of the front of Camp Mabry with a few of the Nazi vehicles out in front.
1942 – Luxembourg, Germany
INT – DARK OPERATING ROOM
Overhead pan of a rolling table full of bloodied operating tools. Maybe a pan across the man lying on the table with the doctor leaning over the open wound. Blood isn’t just everywhere, it’s been splattered all over.
CLOSE UP on a man’s face lying on an operating table as he gasps for air. We hear a voice as he lies there.
We see that after only a thousand parts per million of phosgene gas has been inhaled by the subject, he is unable to continue a fight…or anything else for that matter. This contradicts earlier findings during the Great War. In
Before you kill yourself...Before you kill yourself,Before you kill yourself...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Remember just one little thing.
There are places to go,
Where you have never been before.
How can you be sure those places are bad?
There are things to see,
Things you have never seen before.
How can you be sure those things are ugly?
There is a new tune to hear,
Something you've never heard before.
How can you be sure that tune is scary?
There are words to be said,
Things that have never been said before.
How can you be sure those words are hurtful?
There are dreams to be imagined,
Things you have never dreamed before.
How can you be sure that they are nightmares?
Darling, please don't give up.
Please stay strong.
Don't let go.
ButterflyButterfly3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Verse 1 -
It's been two nights since I've had tears on my pillow
I find that quit un-imaginable, usually every night I cry onto my pillow
I'm normally the person to let things go
But things get hard and sky's get dyed grey
The clouds turn to black
All the voices in your head tell you tell you you've lost your mind
Your pathway narrows down and becomes harder to find
And you keep getting denied to the single voice who says your fine.
But every time I get down I try to find myself and tell my self
I am a butterfly, spread my wings and learn to fly
Even when the storm hits you rest on a leaf
It will pass, no matter how long it seems.
Darling you're a butterfly spread those wings and sore through the sky
Everything will be alright for you.
Verse 2 -
My minds always running, this always makes me want to run away.
Who can you turn to? When everyone happy has left from your misery
Who can you trust? How to know if there not there for themselves
I guess it all built up from sadness in
Mental HospitalI got locked away today,Mental Hospital10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a dark and lonely place.
Locked inside a small white room,
Where all light is erased.
This is the place the unwanted are sent,
When they give up reality.
When nobody wants us around anymore,
They send us here, you see?
There is a guard outside my door,
I hear keys locked on his hips.
I scream and yell to be set free,
But his concentration never slips.
I'm trapped here in this room,
Im trapped in this small box.
There are bars on one small window,
And the door has many locks.
All of my hope is lost,
All my dreams are fading.
I hear a noise outside;
The nurses are invading.
I hear patients screaming,
As they open up the doors.
I hear them fight and struggle.
I hear bangs along the floors.
Then I hear a "tick"
And a twist of a small key.
I sit alone in terror,
They're coming after me!
Two ladies walk right in,
They try to hold me down.
That is when one lady,
Stuck a hand right up my gown.
She stuck a needle in my rear,
Suddenly I felt real jaded.
I tried to fig
trilobite.look:trilobite.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't ask me to prove to you that evolution is real,
because i lost the notebook with the proof written
out in pen. i could try to sum it up for you anyway,
about how i didn't used to love you and then one day
i did and how whales used to have legs.
also i was once a flower or a seven year old
and my hands didn't know how to hold yours
or how to draw sunsets and make sandcastles.
evolution was you one year ago saying i was perfect,
that i should never change myself for anyone.
now you say that you are trying to fix me,
which means that perfect things could always
be trying harder. and that's evolution.
i'm tired of my hair that keeps growing longer
and my veins that keep shifting beneath the surface
of my skin, writing love letters to you in cursive.
they say my writing never evolves,
so i write a poem for you about love
and learning to walk on two legs
and title it "trilobite."
they say with my heavy bones my body will never
get off the ground, but that doesn't mean
Je suis CharlieJ'ai jamais écrit de poème aussi sérieux o.oJe suis Charlie4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Donnez-moi un crayon, je dessinerai la liberté
Donnez-moi l'expression, et que je puisse l'utiliser
Donnez-moi la pitrerie, et tout le monde pourra y adhérer
Mais donnez-leur un fusil, et tout cela disparaît.
Donnez-moi de l'humour, que je puisse amuser
Donnez-moi du sarcasme, et du second degré
Que je puisse avoir une liberté de blaguer
Sans que ces barbares ne cherchent à me tuer
Donnez-leur la foi, ils pourront prier
Donnez-leur un Dieu, et qu'ils puissent l'aimer
Mais peu importe qui vous êtes, tant que vous m'écoutez
Donnez-leur une raison qui ne les fassent pas tuer
Ces quelques mots que j'adresse à je ne sait quel interlocuteur
Ces images que je vois défiler devant mon ordinateur
Me font rappeler que notre liberté d'expression n'est pas assimilée
Me font rappeler que mon satire n'a plus sa place dans la société.
Maintenant qu'on a compris que l'on ne
EducationEducation?Education3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
See that's what they call it.
But they teach us to do, not to think.
A genius doesn't answer every question perfectly,
A genius questions every answer given.
A system that judges success by the amount of bills you have,
Makes you work to the bone,
Cuts your soul in halves,
Make us seem like a bunch of clones?
Are we nothing more than machines?
Fill in the right answer, nothing more is accepted.
Thrown away if you can't follow instructions,
Is this in efforts in increase production?
Shall we drive the passion away from everything?
When everyone tries only to survive,
Shall we exist solely to die?
A system that completely determines your life.
Wasn't this system meant for us to thrive?
sticks and stones.broken people like to write poems about how they are broken.sticks and stones.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
they like to turn people into words because no one's heart
has ever been punctured by parentheses, but by god it's not
for lack of trying. in a poem, broken people can have hangnails
and they never have to brush their hair because the tangles
symbolize the time they lost their virginity and there are no mirrors
unless they write about one and force themselves to look into it.
broken people also like to use cliche metaphors
but that is okay because when you are broken
sometimes cliche metaphors are all you have left.
"i am a rose and you think i'm beautiful so you
keep ramming me into your eye, thorn first."
"i am uncut grass and you roll around in me,
joyful, shaking, but when you stop to catch
your breath and look at your forearms you
see that they're covered in hundreds of tiny cuts."
"i am a dandelion. i don't know why but goddamnit
i am tender and damaged and i've already written
a poem where i've mentioned turning into
being in love.it's like when you were five, when your pet rabbit diedbeing in love.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you learned that nothing good lasts.
it's like the time you dropped him off at his house to watch tv
before you drove yourself to the emergency room, sobbing.
it's like the first time you saw your kindergarten teacher cry.
it's like ring around the rosie, a pocket full of posies, ashes. ashes.
it's like when he went too far, and he said, "is this okay?"
and you said, "no," but it didn't matter.
it's like when he said, "but i want you."
it's like the number seven, or rubies.
it's like when you almost drowned in the pool in north carolina
and when you looked up through the broken surface you thought
you saw god's face in the clouds.
it's like when he told you, "it's okay, it's going to be okay," and it wasn't.
it's like when you found out monsters weren't real
but every night you still woke up screaming.