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Pakana YlpeysPakana Ylpeys2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm the Earth's Child
And I've punished everyone than rape her
I wanna care my Mother's soul,
Still at price my mortal life.
I'm Odin's Daughter,
Father of Mad and Wisdom
What's coincidence!
I've of live with the mortals,
For learning about theirs and
Grow up.
I'm wind's daughter, daughter of sea,
I've of conquer Vikings
Lands and hearts
I've here my mission
I'm kind Freyja's Daughter
I've to Project the falling in love
With my blood and love
I've to suckle to my green sisters
Giving her my affection and dedication
I'm Grand Thor's Sister
The righteous and without reason
I've to be strong and tender
For c
2-MouvementMa tête est un douloureux cœur qui bat.2-Mouvement3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Il rythme le voyage jusqu'au Port de là bas
Comme le tambour de la moite galère.
Cette fois, Monsieur Plume pensa, « C'est la Guerre ».
Peut être sur la route avait elle laissée
Des flocons de givre et autres échardes enneigées?
Ou bien est ce une machiavélique illusion
Conçue prés de James dans son cabinet briton?
Plus de temps maintenant pour comprendre le stratège,
Monsieur Plume se réveille allongé sur la grève,
Se retourne haletant et voit sur lui fondre
Un troupeau de lapin, de chevaux aux yeux sombres.
The Threefold LawThe Threefold LawThe Threefold Law5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Or as others may call it the Law of Return. Some will believe that three fold law means what ever you do it will come back to you three times as strong but this isn’t the case. The Three Fold Law is a description of what happens when you make an action, whether within a spell or out of it.
It all rides on the belief that everything is interconnected, which is a largely accepted idea, even by non-Wiccans, that is why the phrase ‘What goes around comes around’ is so popular.
The Threefold law explained.
If you take into account that everything is interconnected then it is easy to see why your actions
Sources of Power...SOURCES OF POWER, PROTECTION AND GUIDANCE.Sources of Power...5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
In the Witchcraft that is Wicca we understand what can come from magic and how powerful it can be in our everyday lives.
We understand that the energy we can focus and draw from our Self state /Otherworld can often be more then we can handle, physically, mentally and often, far too scary.
In times like this we can call upon other sources of energy to help guide and protect us. Even the most experience Journeyer will depend upon these beings for assistance and they can, more often then not, become some of our closest and most dependable friends.
SPIRITUAL BEINGS AND THEIR DESCRIPTIONS
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Burn the WitchBurn the witch they said,Burn the Witch5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But is being different such a crime?
Kill the witch they said,
Will no one step forth to save her?
Come one, come all
There's going to be a show tonight
As we pile her up upon the piney logs.
Burn the witch they said,
But what did she ever do to you?
Kill the witch they said,
Will no one step forth to save her?
Cut the rope, strap it tight,
We don't want her to wiggle free
Until we have our fun with the flint and tinder.
Burn the witch they said,
But what has she ever done wrong?
Kill the witch they said,
Will no one step forth to save her?
Roll the barrels, pop the cork.
Let’s shine her up in
Week Five: Judasp o i s o n e dWeek Five: Judas2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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El otro yoPara los que les llamo la atención el titulo.El otro yo1 year ago in Sketches More Like This
¿Que es algo que todos sabemos y no sabemos explicar?
Eso, vendría a ser el "yo" interno del sexo opuesto.
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¿Como?: No se puede explicar aun porque algunas personas tienen otra dentro de ellas. Salvo por el "espíritu" de algún hermano mayor difunto, el cual puede llegar a ser tu "yo" interno.
¿Por qué aparece una persona en el interior de un@?: Esto suele pasar a los 2 años, aproximadamente, cuando uno comienza a socializar y suele quedar algo aparte del resto o necesita a alguien que lo ent
GameAnd here I am, holding on for dear lifeGame11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
(but since when is my life dear to anyone, anyway?)
while you roll the dice one more time.
"Two," you say, and I sigh in relief because I'm number four. Number two gets dragged on the floor towards you and you kiss her on the forehead
(with a bullet)
and she falls to the ground and the men carry her away to the pit.
A new number two comes forth and she's prettier than the last one. But I look away. There's no point in finding beauty in this.
I actually heard the future being preached sometime before it happened.
"The gods are angry," the old priest said, "they'll turn against us."
And they did, alright, when they gave conscience to our robots and made them overtake humanity, that they enjoy torturing.
I know this is not your fault.
You're probably suffering even more than any of us
(after all, you're the one holding the gun)
but I don't know if I can forgive you.
Yet, I loved you once. It was a pretty and shiny dream. But also a crazy one. I was
Evil?You call me evil,Evil?8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I go against
Your self righteousness.
Call me demonic,
Because I reject
Your God and beliefs.
Call me the Anti-Christ,
Because I want to
Change the world.
Change it into a world
Which you cant control.
Don't feed the Wiccan girl.Don't feed the Wiccan girl.8 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I forget to breathe. The silence is unbearable. It screams and screeches and hisses and claws at my mind.
They stare.
I have told them. I've revealed the secret I've been hiding for months. Mother's eyes fill with tears and Father glares daggers. I am scared. I fear for what they might say, what they might do. I wasn't sure how they would react to this.
The silence stretches on, loud and blaring in my ears. I can take no more of it.
"Say something." I almost shout.
They glare at me some more. Mother is wringing her hands and trying to keep her tears from escaping. Father looks like he wants to explode.
It's just after Sunday school. Per
Writer's block.They say; write about what you know about. The best things are written from experience. Well, I'm not sure I agree. Ok, so you can base a story on cold, hard facts and transform them into anything, but is that always the best way to write? What about writing about something you've never experienced, something you know nothing about? I'd much rather use words to discover places that I've never been before, things I've never thought about before. Whole new experiences to be had just from sitting and thinking and writing.Writer's block.3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But what if I can't write. Does that mean I have no experience? Or at least, none that are worth writing down. Do I know not
The station.The station. Sitting on a bench, protected from the gentle rain by an oversized hoody. Smiling. Smiling a lot. And waiting. The train should be here any moment now, she thinks, and her heart skips a beat. This is something that she's been waiting for. Weeks ago, she dreamt of this moment with him, looked into the future through tear-filled eyes, wishing time could fly by like it always does when she's with him. Now, it's finally here, and she couldn't be happier. Or more nervous.The station.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nightmare Journal No.1Hi guys!~ I'm just going to start putting up my nightmares here. ;w; I need something else to do okay?Nightmare Journal No.18 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I appeared in a place, unfamiliar to my eyes. I took a brief look at myself, I was slightly taller than I remembered, my hair was a bit longer, I looked.. Different. It occurred to me that I was older, fifteen years young, or so. I glanced down at the phone I was holdling, it seemed I was texting someone, and suddenly, I have all this knowledge inside my head, I was in a high school... My high school, and I was here with other people, who were also texting, and it was night. We were here because it was said that no student dared to enter/st
Nightmare Journal No.2Number two, guys.~ owo Enjoy, I guess.Nightmare Journal No.28 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was running - no - sprinting, the long grass whipping my legs as I went on. Sweat poured down my forehead and my hair bounced with each step I took. An enormous house appeared in front of me, I jumped through the window, somehow already having the knowledge that the front door was locked. I heard a grunt.
'Great, now it knows I'm in here.'
I quickly leaped to my feet, ignoring the glass shards that pierced through me on every inch on my body. I tiptoed up the stairs, going as quick as I could, also making sure I didn't make any noise. I heard the crunching of glass in the distance, assuming it was h
can you hear me?can you hear me?can you hear me?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I'm calling
even when my voice falters
and I look down.
I hold my own hand sometimes
what a sad creature.
and no one reads my writing
because my love can't be bothered
with such trivial words.
but that's ok
these words aren't meant for your eyes.
if you knew the truth...
I might not be able to stand back up
I'd rather break my own heart.
over and over again.
but when I'm sitting there
next to you
I only say stupid things
obvious things.
and I hate it.
because you can hear me.
I feel like a...like a clown
and I'll put on my makeup
and I'll hurt myself
over and over again
just to hear you laugh.
Truth behind the Journey Ch 8Truth behind the Journey Ch 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As the word grazed my ear, one name rang out like a bell, "Kumen, its sounds like Prof Wormwood, he's the only one that would know the prophecy phrase and know of Demo." Kumen rubbed the wall, "But, Wormwood's in prison, it can't be him." I glared at him, "People can escape from prison, Kumen." Kumen snarled back, "But it was a maximum security prison, the only way to get out would be, can't believe I'm saying this, by a mini-portal. Last one I knew of is in the hands of Null and Cecilia. They have it so they can make the trips in record time." I nodded, "But, Null stated he had a long journey home, so maybe he lost the mini-portal." Polaris
wishing coins chapter 3The fog horns blew through the harbor, breaking the peace of the morning. Soon, bodies were bustling about, each drabber and poorer than the last.Tassle was springing about the harbor, offering help to poor shores men who accepted her help with genuine gratitude. The ships could be sailed small distances alone, but they took a bit to ready and most of these men and women were in a hurry. Her friend Finn and his cat Lyle followed her everywhere, but they were shy and said nothing to the shores men, so the shores men didn't speak with them. Finn worked fast, his muscles glistening in the light, and Lyle chased small rodents through the ship. Tawishing coins chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
hesitationyou pathetic little creaturehesitation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
looking up at me with tear filled eyes
you're sniffling, sniveling, and wishing
you're so full of hope it makes me want to puke.
you burst into this world
full of bright ideas and big dreams,
but you are nothing but a wooden ballerina
clunking around, thinking you are god's gift to the world.
slowly, the world has chipped away at you
leaving you a bare skeleton
without even a heart to beat.
you're not the best
you never will be
you just sigh and wish you were
you load off your problems on others
and expect lightness
just enough to spread your wings
but you just get heavier
and your back aches
trench warfareIt's grimy here;trench warfare2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
grimy ground,
grimy hands,
grimy souls.
Each person sits within their own shell,
praying to their gods,
murmuring to themselves,
or rocking back and forth with glazed eyes.
What is most gruesome though,
what chills my insides and makes me stop
are the give-ups.
The men who lie at the bottom of the trenches
with only the dead as company.
They do not move, they do not speak,
they seem to not even blink;
they lie there
in their broken glory,
waiting to die.
Even to the brave men who dare speak to them,
the give-up's cloudy eyes see nothing but sky,
even with breath after shallow breath;
and I fear
that we m
LoveLove2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I admit, this is overdramatic. Well, I don't know if this is good? Is it? Comment! :D
LOVE
Love, such a simple word. How can such simple word hid the pain and joy you experience? L-O-V-E. I love you, I hate you. I wanna cry, I wanna laugh. Love laughs at you in the face, but also helps you when you are down. It leaves you on the ground, picking up the pieces of your heart on the ground.
Bittersweet, Oh how bittersweet you are. With one gentle push, your heart breaks, and your lover leaves you there and simply walks away. You are left with the heartbreak.
I sometimes wish to hit
All eyes are on youAll eyes are on you2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I had been 1 week since Haruhi had surgrey. The week had gone by in a flash. She laid on a coach in the host club asleep. The other hosts were all surronding her on chairs, Smiles on their faces."She's so cute when she's alseep.." Tamaki cooed. Hikaru and Kaoru noded. Tamaki looked over at Kyoya and tilted his head."What?" Kyoya said back trying to think of what Tamaki would want. Tamaki pointed to his stuffed hear. Kyoya glared at the brown bear."You want that?" Kyoya murmerd. Tamaki noded and smiled. Then Kyoya threw over the stuffed bear. Tamaki caught it in the air and hugged it tightly. All eyes were on Tamaki. He just blinked then sat t
Giving InWhen I cryGiving In2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When it calls
Into its embrace
I will fall
I am hurt
And so are you
But out of its shadow
I cannot move
I am helpless
I cannot be freed
From the grip
It has on me
Will this ever change?
Can I be strong?
Get rid of this habit
That I know is wrong?
I will try
I always do
But I will give in
Just a little too soon
The day will be bad
I'll feel so hurt
And wonder how
To make my life work
And I will cry
And it will call
Then into its embrace
I will once again fall
Sta.sh
