PSJJJJPSJJJJ3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is Padomay a deity who wants blood and sacrifices (Sithis), or it represents the Everlasting Change, full of mysteries and uncertain stories? Which one of the possible realities are the Truest? Perhaps the answer can be obtained from the PSJJJJ.
With the Elder Way, the vision of Mundus becomes something deeper and comprehensible, without just a meaning, but with all the possible meanings. The Word is made True, and with True, the Impossible is made Possible.
The Meaning of the Eye, coming with the Dragon and in a Time without The Crown: All was made possible because it was seen a long time ago, and in all possible ways:
The Red Flame Jewel, which was broken by the Moon-and-Star Soul of the Houses is the Key. The Key of Change and the Key of Sight. Look into the Tower, and you will See: Eight Times and One Choice are made in Oblivion. Look in the Sigillum... All is Sanguis. Seek the Hidden Knowledge but be prepared. Do not carry what you can not if
AequilibriumAequilibrium3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nirn knows only Stasis and Change (Good and Evil are just concepts made by mortals in an attempt to understand the reason of the Stasis and the transition through Change), the two forces, a dual aspect of the Divinity, found in TES.
Magicka is Entropy, a measure of the "disorder" in Creation. By Magnus, the Mathematician, who knows the Alphabet of the When and Where, Nirn, an Entity-Realm not yet known, Became. With the Earth Bones, the Laws of Nirn (Lex Naturalis) were established. Through Magicka, the Change could become Stasis and the Stasis could become Change.
Magicka is the manipulation of the Divinity - the Spark of the Creation.
"AV LATTA MAGICKA AV MOLAG ANYAMMIS"
AV LATTA OIOBALA
Morokei, Glorious Dovah Priest.
PlaygroundPlayground2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All that autumn her ghost haunted the playground;
no wisping phantom, but strident bits and pieces
clamoring for attention - a pair of black patent
leather shoes waiting expectantly by the teeter-totter.
And Sister Teresa had to pry red woolen mittens
off the jungle gym every morning.
Jimmy Boyle kept seeing her sweater at the swings,
its green wooly arms daring him to go higher
and trying to tag him "it".
And her best friend, Jenny Black
could see the flash of her pigtails
throwing copper across the kickball field
where recess waited to swallow them.
The toys vanished from the sandbox every evening
leaving nothing but a soft trail of disappointment
in their wake -
their accusations of neglect
and longing crouched under the
maple trees, swarming with the bees.
But winter proved a discordant grave -
the protest of frozen ground
an errant melody in the schoolyard
and her shoes kept shrinking
and stumbled down the slide,
leaving a thick crust of frost
like somber tracks that said good-bye
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is naught
A moon that carries the colour of blood
Shall paint my skin with 'Vinashuka'
I have lost all sense of meaning in this place
There is no where else for my soul to flee
Caught within the whispers of delusory madness
I can only repeat Vinashuka...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 13th July 2012
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
I Pinky PromiseI Pinky Promise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let us talk for a little while
And let me make you smile
Let me take you out every night
And you will be the best sight
Nothing can compare
Because I love you I swear
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body
A true heroA true hero3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't back down.
You can win
if you only try.
Sword in one hand,
shield in another,
he stands over his charge
ready to die.
He was the person
that you told everything to.
The one you went crying to.
The one who never ran out of hugs.
The one who soaked up your tears.
The one who you carried around everywhere.
The one who always slept by your side.
He's your teddy bear.
He guards over you at night,
because while you might not believe,
the monsters are still there.
They come at night
when you don't expect it
to take what they want.
you don't run to him anymore
your teddy bear remembers.
He remembers the endless love.
He remembers everything.
Every night he stands
sword in one hand,
shield in another,
ready to fight.
All for the person
who loves him the most.
AnonymousI am the girl who hides between moth eaten paper backsAnonymous2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And slips into bookstores and devours leather bound spines
I am chloroform lips bitten down, red and rosy
Ink stained finger tips that fold book pages between my pupils
I'm the girl who drowns herself in coffee and cough drops
While remaining curled between Tennyson and Steinbeck
Wasting days wondering why grass is green
And how it can be greener for others and not I
Then I realized its all artificial food colouring
And polystyrene picket fences
Sticky notes yellowed at the edges reminding myself how to smile
I've pasted them on my skin in makeshift paper Mache armour
But like all mangled words I will be thrown inside a wastebasket
Saved for a rainy day
Insanity.I have come down with a curse;Insanity.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A violent disease.
That runs through my veins,
Like a cheetah through trees.
Now I am the test, a scientist's pet,
As a fight my way through madness.
People come and people go,
But still this crazy doesn't slow.
Started out all fun and games,
Till my whole world starts to change.
Now I'm following my heart,
Waiting for my life to start.
Who would of thought what I have thought,
If only they had knew.
That when you see this lunacy go,
It leaves you feeling new.
In the midst of all this insanity,
I've found what I was wanting.
A light to guide me on my way,
That's been here the whole time.
Imagination is the cure,
To all the world's misfortune.
Following from chapter one,
Sees me through until I'm done.
A Love SongI'm sittin' here alone, thinking of you,A Love Song3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ponderin' all the things that we could do.
The smell of your breath,
The taste of your lips.
Why can't every moment feel like this?
Your strong arms around me, holdin' me close.
Shelterin' me from the things I fear the most.
I wish you were here, and not just a memory.
I wish you near, to remind me you love me.
Baby I'm missin' you, oh so much,
Baby I love you, but that's not enough.
What I feel for you is more than love.
So why don't you come back,
To me and to stay?
'Cause baby, I'll love you no matter what anyway.
Remember the day that you took my hand?
It'll always be a simple touch, one that I won't miss.
It was like a puzzle,
Finished and complete,
'Cause I knew that someone loved me, here and today.
And sometimes when you hold me,
It's like you'll never see me again,
But I promise you baby,
I don't want us to end.
Baby I'm missin' you, oh so much,
Baby I love you, but that's not enough.
What I feel for you is more than love,
So why don't
Longing for a ParadiseHow awkward it is to sit in a cornerLonging for a Paradise4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at the back of someone's head.
It's funny how I want him to notice me,
To say hello,
To tell me I'm beautiful,
To say that he loves me.
But no, life doesn't work that way
Because there are only two people who have stolen my heart.
One I can't keep on touch with
The other lives across the country.
I suppose if I wanted
I could have someone to hold,
He says he likes me,
I could pretend to feel the same about him,
But it would be fake,
And I don't want the change.
It sucks when you've fallen for your two best friends
And you don't know how to handle it.
I've never been truly in love,
I've just held the hand of a boy
Who didn't deserve what he received.
In a room of cheating lovers,
You can settle with what your given,
Like I do,
Or you can wait ufor the rain to lift
And go outside to find a new paradise.
Just some words....I love the way you never knowJust some words....4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You never pay attention
I love the way you know who you are
The way you never hide it
Your smile could rival the moon
Your eyes brighter than the sun
you remind me of the simpler days
before the catty words
Before all of the games
You remind me of everything
To ConsecrateWhen you first met me,To Consecrate1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
All you could see was a snow white glove
jutting up from the filth I let them bury me in,
digits half curled
wrist arced and carpels tangled
as if I had once strained
to reach up for something more,
but had long since given up...
Your fingertips were my Autumn
as I walked backwards through Winter-
A sleepwalking shadow
spurred on only by sound of a melodic voice
and the faint whispers
of a promise
that I was worth more than ash and dust;
It's been two years since you first coaxed me up from the mire.
I opened my eyes into a hurricane,
reached out to grasp at the hem of your dress
only to come up short
when I found
I was still chest-deep in the mud;
You slipped away between the raindrops,
Leaving me with one last promise:
You can do this."
I put my hands to the ground,
pushed with everything I was-
Pushed till my ribs cracked,
my tendons tore,
till my arms snapped like rotten limbs
and I bled out from my eyes.
But I pushed.
The next time you saw
Love HerLove,Love Her3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her kick against my ribs,
the sweet shrieking of her iron voice.
Love her body,
her winter skin beneath my fingertips.
Pull her close and through my green eyes lies
the ending of the world.
She breaks the silence,
death on the other end.
My ears ring with her whispers,
another man is dead again.
There is safety alone and nothing else,
that spouts then from silver lips.
A soldier's only lover,
protect me from the world.
steps.humans were made to run barefoot.steps.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we were made to climb mountains, fighting gravity
and to fly across stony deserts and dangerous forests.
we were not made for these,
these bastardizations of heels and soles and
humans were made to run barefoot,
we were always meant to leave traces of ourselves
on everything we touched, every inch
of the world that we would walk.
we were always meant to take with us
the scars left by the walls we would climb,
the bruises left by the falls we would take,
the hard skin and the instant familiarity left
by the paths we would forge
so worry not.
you were never meant to feel the skin of this earth
through designer heels and combat boots.
you were only ever meant to feel the weight of yourself,
a breathing, bleeding, human
charged with electric emotions and spinning
out of control
upon the ground,
meant to break yourself on the roads you paved
and the dreams you wrought in sto
Remember the Angel?Remember the Angel?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Remember the angel that wiped your tears and made you brightly smile?
You always told her to let you be; you were always in denial.
Remember the angel that sang you to sleep and played with your hair?
You never cared to have her near you, though that smile was still there
Remember the angel that waited for you, the one who waited countless hours?
You never seemed to even notice, I guess that was your power
Remember the angel that saved your life, risking also her own?
You ran away and left her there, you left her there alone
Remember the angel that fell from heaven, only to be with you?
You marked her with your sin and made her feel brand new
Remember the angel with crystal eyes and long white hair let down?
You see how she feels alone; do you see that awful frown?
Remember the angel, please remember her now, can't you feel her love?
All of that was only for you , sent from above
Remember the angel, don't you remember the angel,
The Black RoseRed roses are so clichéand a yellow rose did not say enoughThe Black Rose7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A white rose speaks of purityperhaps I should have reached for the blue
Though mysterious, that colored rose just did not seem to suit you.
I could have reached for the pink, but I held back
Though your presense gives me happinessthe pink just seemed to lack.
I needed something moresomething that spoke of us
That said forever is our friendship and youre the one Ill forever trust.
FreakForgotten by someFreak8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Respected by no one
Kindness is what I need.
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Who Needs Friends?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Will you be my friend?
Because I seem to just be a trend,
That the world has put to bed.
Will you make me smile?
Because Happiness has run a mile,
Just like everything else I need.
Will you help me hope?
Because Optimism is a slippery slope,
When you've seen the world.
Will you make me care?
Because I hate Interest's flare,
In a place too dull for life.
Will you make me content?
Because you're the one that'll prevent,
That which I long for.
Will you make me feel alive?
Because I don't even want to survive,
In a world that cares too much.
Will you make me a saint?
Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,
Due to the sinner that I have become.
Will you make me your sob-story?
Because you want all of the pride and glory,
Of surviving where your buddy fell.