Hades and PersephoneThe king of the underworldHades and Persephone3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The daughter of life
His eyes dark cold and icy
Hers light and airy
Light flickers through
Enhancing her innocence
Darkness surrounds him
Shielding his heart
What happens when these two cross?
The king of death and the daughter of life
Does she wither and wait
to accept her fate
or does she warm his shielded heart?
What happens when these two fall in love?
Can happiness reside where light cannot?
or will it slowly flicker away until it is no more
and give into the darkness around her?
They say even the smallest bit of light
Will shine in the darkness
Until it finally gives in
and flickers away
So what will happen
When she finally gives up
and fades away
Will he want her then?
or toss her away?
No one knows
Not one can say
What will happen
When the daughter of life
Greek gods: Children of the OlympiansChildren of ZeusGreek gods: Children of the Olympians2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Heracles The god of strength, son of Alcmene
Astraea The goddess of justice and innocence, daughter of Themis
The Three Fates The goddesses of destiny, daughter of Zeus and Themis
Clotho Spinner of the thread of life
Lachesis Measurer of the thread of life
Atropos Cutter of the thread of life
The Three H
Greek Gods: Children of the TitansChildren of Coeus and PhoebeGreek Gods: Children of the Titans2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Asteria The goddess of stars, astrology and necromancy, wife of Persus, mother of Hecate
Leto The goddess of the unseen, mother of Apollo and Artemis
Children of Hyperion and Thea
Eos The goddess of dawn, wife of Astraeus, mother of Heseperos, and the Four Winds
Helois The god of the sun, father of Circe
Selene The goddess of the moon
Children of Oceanus and Tethys
The Oceanids Patrons of springs, clouds, lakes and ponds
Greek gods: The Protogenoi THE PROTOGENOIGreek gods: The Protogenoi3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The primordial forces of creation
Chaos The primeval state of existence, from which the first gods appeared
Children of Chaos
Chronos/Aeon The serpentine personification of time
Ananke The personification of fate and inevitability, wife of Chronus
Red Moon Chapter 1- Evil Around UsRed Moon Chapter 1- Evil Around Us1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He held up the lantern with a worried glance. For some reason, he wasn't home anymore. He had been dropped into a huge forest in the middle of the night. The only things around him when he awoke were a lantern, oil, and Stephano holding a potion.
"Why am I here? This isn't a game..."
The golden statue gave a sigh. "I don't know." A terrifying answer to hear from someone who was usually PewDie's best hope. "I'm just as confused as you are. This is something I've never come across..."
"Now I'm scared." The Swedish male paused, his eyes growing wide. "Stephano?! What was that?! Nej, nej, nej!!"
In the process of flailing about and screaming, he had dropped Stephano and shattered the potion all over him. "Oi, Felix! Calm do-" With a bright flash of light, the Frenchman grew into a larger person than Felix himself. But the flustered male was far too busy refilling the lantern to even cast a glance over to the spectacle behind him.
"... Merde! Why am I wearing shorts!" The golden-clad male q
CryingCrying9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Letting the cloth sheets catch my every tear,
I cry again tonight.
Over the things you say and don't mean.
The little things you say hit me so deep,
I don't know whether to believe them or toss them aside.
All these signals. I'm so confused.
What am I to do?
I hate doing all of this crying just because of you.
It drains my energy and I slip back into depression's hold.
I just can't seem to stop the tears from coming.
I can't stop it.
Why can't I stop them?
I'm tired of crying myself to sleep...
THE FALL OF THE GODS: Artemis"Artemis?"THE FALL OF THE GODS: Artemis3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Here, Mrs. DellaSantina," called a slim, silvery-blonde girl. She leaned forward at her desk, her body fluid even in stillness, almost like a huntress waiting to strike. Releasing a sigh of boredom, she settled her chin into her right hand, playing with the charma golden metal version of a cypress leaf, her sacred treeof her necklace with the other.
Her brother, Apollo, a tan and broad-shouldered young man with a striking smile and a mess of dirty blond hair sprawling over his eyes, caught her gaze and rolled his eyes. She frowned back, both of them sharing the annoyance of being trapped in the place the mortals called school. Thankfully, the twins weren't the only ones pretending to be teenagers; after their eviction from Olympus, the gods and goddesses so worshipped in Greek mythology were reduced to mere human copies of themselves, their powers weakened and glory forgotten. Zeus had been especially angry about this, and he was the one who inspired the idea of
Winter can never reach SpringSpringWinter can never reach Spring3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Forever there to bring a stop to the cold
Scent mesmerizing, warmth intoxicating
Always wanted, always wished for
Always wished away
Tries to hold on, tries to steal the warmth
Always whisked away by the warmth of Spring
But always there
Wanting what it can't have
Grasping what can't be reached
A weapon in the night
A shield in the light
Always so near
But always destined to be apart
Daughter of the Gods pt. 2"AIEEE!" Khloe screamed as she nearly fell of the marble bench, shaking her book around as hard as she could.Daughter of the Gods pt. 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Aha-haha! Haha ha! That was perfect!" Hermes nearly fell off the tree branch, laughing hysterically as he clutched his sides.
"Grrrr... Hermes! I should have guessed! Knock it off!" Khloe stood up and glared at him, sitting up in the olive tree above.
"Aw c'mon, Little One. Can't take a joke?" Hermes wiped the tears from his eyes. He sat up straighter, his legs dangling off the edge of the branch he was sitting on. He was sitting so lightly and comfortably, as if he were a feather.
"A joke? You snuck up on me and threw a spider on top of my book!" Khloe shouted.
"It's fake." He looked down at her, in his most serious face, with the tone of voice to match. Khloe set down her book, leaned down and picked up the black object, and stretched it around in her fingers. Sure enough, it was fake. And pitifully made, too. She threw it up to Hermes, but overshot it and threw it too fa
Fallen AngelBody still as stoneFallen Angel2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Purity no longer glown
Sins imprinted upon her skin
Abjured by once called kin
Her bare back stained with red
Blood and tears clearly shed
Pain filled eyes search for Him
But He did this against her whim
Bloodied wings lay before
Never to attach forevermore
One can see with a look of sullen
For the angel has ultimately fallen
Hymn to DionysusLord of midnight revels,Hymn to Dionysus8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Theban fire dancing
'Cross a wine-dark prow,
Call, call the maddened hunt
A tithing now awaits you.
Frost's reign is broken.
Wool-white snowdrop, blood-red rose
Ariadne's man is woken.
The Will of the Gods 1Chapter 1 - Mount OlympusThe Will of the Gods 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Speak of the gods as they are." Bias of Priene
White doves soared over the high crests of Mount Olympus as fluffy white clouds drifted past the ivory rooftops of the shining palace that lay atop it.
The halls within rang quiet, apart from the resonance of music and the soft sound of muffled conversation: a subtle, but certain sign of life.
Afternoon sunlight poured in past the marble pillars, drenching everything in a glowing brilliance, as a single motionless figure stood at the entrance to the great hall.
Artemis pressed her back against the heaviness of the massive doors as she looked onwards towards the boundless gardens. The long golden tendrils of her hair, fastened at the top with a string of shimmering pearls, fell across her shoulders and over the paleness of her robes as she let out a single breath.
Snoozing at her feet was a large sighthound with a pointed nose and tawny colorings. The hound's long tail twitched as he snored, dr
I'm Almost ThereI'm Almost There1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm Almost There
Drunk with rage
Altered by pain
They say the prison is here to save us!
To cage up the thoughts that are dangerous!
Weeping for the hollowed
Can't live through tomorrow
My pride I swallowed
And I put on cold smile
My choice is my own
An addiction to being hurt
I want help, but I don't
I wanna change, but I won't
I have too many dark secrets
Flowing in my veins of concrete
This is what they've done to me
The product I like to call "a perfect tragedy."
Syncing with blame
Soon to break
I said it's too late!
I want it to end this way!
Greek Gods and GoddessesGreek Gods and Goddesses2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Goddess of Love, Beauty, Desire, and Fertility. In one version of her origins, she is the daughter of Zeus and the Titaness Dione; however, the most popular version is that she arose from sea foam (aphros) when the Titan Cronus castrated his father Uranus. Zeus, fearful a war would break out among the gods for Aphrodite's hand in marriage, forced her to marry the ugly Hephaestus, craftsman of the gods, though she proceeded to have numerous affairs with gods and mortals alike. Notable among these affairs are Ares, to whom she bore Eros ("love"), Harmonia ("harmony"), and the twins Phobos ("fear") and Deimos ("dread"); Hermes, to whom she bore Hermaphroditos; and the handsome mortal Adonis. During the Trojan War, Aphrodite lent her girdle, which had been fashioned by her husband Hephaestus and had the power to make its wearer irresistible to both gods and mortal men, to Hera, who then used it to distract Zeus so that Aphrodite and the other gods could interfere in the war. Sacr
What Lies Between the Lines...What Lies Between the Lines...What Lies Between the Lines...6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
They don't tell you about the nights when you'll cry; when you'll curse and rave and throw wadded up tissues at the monitor. They don't tell you about the number of times you'll want to throw your pencil or brush or tablet pen in the garbage disposal and flip the switch.
They don't tell you about the time spent painting insane detail onto tiny things that no one will ever see, ever appreciate, ever understand except to say "nice" or "pretty" or "wow"--none of which ever come close to how you felt when you painted it. How you felt when you stepped back and stared and were awed for a moment that you had pulled something like *that* out of your brain and your hands and your skill. They dont tell you how it will feel, for that one moment, to glow like a god, having just created a world.
They don't tell you how it's going to feel when that isn't enough. They don't tell you that sometimes it will never be enough--there will always be someone whose
Polite Hate-speechI am writing this for the many friends, friends of friends, relatives, and acquaintances who feel attacked for their beliefs that homosexuality is wrong. I have heard the complaint more times than I can count from people I know, sometimes people I respect. Often it is directed at me. "It isn't wrong to politely voice my religious views," they say. "I have as much a right to them as you have to yours. What makes your opinions more valid than mine?"Polite Hate-speech2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
On the other hand, I will still condemn such statements as bigotry and even hate-speech. I claim they are hurtful, destructive, and socially unacceptable. Is that unreasonable? When is it appropriate to politely say "I believe homosexuality is bad"? Is it ever appropriate? Why do gays seem to flip out so much over a simple, honest, calmly-stated opinion?
I strongly suspect the lack of understanding between us stems from a difference i
He Cries...He Cries...9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i make up lies
to cover up the sorrow
i cut myself
to prepare for tomorrow
i cry these tears
to ease the pain
im in love with you
for reasons i cant explain
i hide the way i feel
so you wont leave me
i put a mask on
so you cant see me
i hate myself
because i keep messing up
im giving up now
because i keep fucking up
i hurt inside
from you pushing my away
im dying more and more
with the passing of each day
i make wishes
for things that wont come true
i pray everynight
just to be with you
i want you to save me
from this disaster
because im broken into pieces
as my heart beats faster
please save me
from this place...
It Is Because I Love YouIt is because I love you that I wrap the night around my face like a scarfIt Is Because I Love You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to wear the darkness, just so you don't have to.
I do it so that it is I who shoulders your pain, your burden,
so you can wear your beautiful sunshine smile, not the night sky scarf.
It is because I love you I worry.
I worry that, when I am gone, you will cease to exist as the hand on my chest
and only become a phantom of memory - a time long ago.
And I will be alone with the memory of you.
Of course, it is because I love you that I dream,
dreaming of one day returning, to have you in my arms again.
Even if I must once again don that scarf, I can still smile
To know that it is because you love me too.
End of DaysUntil the end of days,End of Days2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We'll walk through fields of fire.
Watching the world die in vain,
In so many tragic ways;
I hear it's heart scream in anguished pain.
Until the end of days,
We'll sleep in lakes of ice,
Dreaming that dawn will rise again,
Blinded by celestial rays;
I feel it's skin quake from torturous rain.
Until the end of days,
We'll awaken in caverns of rust,
Searching this sphere for a mortal brain,
Lost and dead as always;
I see it's aura rise above a poisoned plain.
Haunting your mind.I'm ignored...Haunting your mind.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That shadow pushed,
into the back of your mind
You can't face me..
You ignore me..
I've been wronged...
But instead of righting this wrong,
and facing me...
The recesses of your mind...
That's where I'm haunting
I'm that ghost that wont let go...
That thought that seems to nag you...
I won't leave you alone...
Ready to deal with me yet?
I didn't think so.
I'll be here...
When you get the courage,
to finally face me!
I'm still here in the back of your mind...
Unfading and Stubborn
Natalya Aleksandra Ryzhkova - BiographyNatalya Aleksandra Ryzhkova - Biography2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Natalya Ryzhkova
Code Name: Koshka
Date of Birth: December 25th 1982
Place of Birth: Novosibirsk, Russia
Rank: Senior Lieutenant
Occupation: SVR Field Agent
Hair Colour: Brunette (with a flare of red in the fringe)
Eye Colour: Green
Weight: 139 lbs
1999 - Russian Ground Forces
2002 - FSB
2004 - Alpha Group
2010 - Vympel
2013 - Voron
Martial Arts/combat skills:
- Ground Forces: specializing in intelligence
- FSB: Cyber warfare and counter-intelligence
- Spetsnaz: (Alfa/Vympel) rappelling, parachuting, chemicals, explosives, advanced CQB, spy-craft, languages/accents... etc.
- Systema: Koshka is a dedicated Systema
Alone.ScarletAlone.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and in the eye
two thousand truths
palm to palm
the mind becomes
the mingled scent
and when I
open my eyes
and the hall echoes:
Lonely CriesDon't look at meLonely Cries1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I fall apart
I don't want you
To hear my cries
I will always push away
The ones who say they care
It's just sorrow and shame
They care only about themselves
It's just their morality
That makes them pretend
They never look in my eyes
Too afraid of what they might see
Of the empty stare
That won't go away
Scared of the darkness
Of the soulless face
And the hint of a murder
That is always there
On Pain of DeathIt's like a blade from below,On Pain of Death2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hidden deep in crystal snow.
Stabbing through your eternal soul,
Forever in your fearless nightmares;
Never to die or let you go.
It's like an arrow in the air,
Aiming straight to your deathly stare.
Piercing into your mortal skin,
Always in your aching reality;
Where pain bites you often.
It's like a dagger from the dust,
Eating further into your human crust.
Breaking apart your diseased bone,
Suffer in your silent dreams;
While agony treats you alone.