Five ElementsFive ElementsFive Elements7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
I call upon Air,
Father of knowledge and health,
Hear my whispered plea.
I call upon Earth,
Mother of balance and grace,
Send me all your strength.
I call upon Fire,
Father of energy and powr,
Shed light to the way.
I call to Water
Mother of tranquility,
Fill me with your luck.
We call the Spirit,
Who's power lies within us,
Protect your children.
Greek Gods: Children of the TitansChildren of Coeus and PhoebeGreek Gods: Children of the Titans3 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: Children of the OlympiansChildren of ZeusGreek gods: Children of the Olympians3 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: The Protogenoi THE PROTOGENOIGreek gods: The Protogenoi4 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
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. 24 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
Hymn to DionysusLord of midnight revels,Hymn to Dionysus9 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.
My Pagan SpiritualityA quick synopsis for me, speaking only for my personal beliefs and no one else....My Pagan Spirituality6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I believe in a Universal concept of God, which has male and female attributes, and which has no physical form, but exists as energy ebbing and flowing to and from us. I believe that all religions are reaching out to this divine force, but that the differences lie in cultural upbringing, family upbringing, personal reflections, studies, beliefs, and life's experiences. In essence, I believe that all beliefs are true and correct for the people that follow them, and that spiritual experiences are primarily a personal connection rather than a communal connection. We can gather with others for spiritual purposes, but in the end, the connection is a one on one connection with the divine.
Christian's have a holy book called the bible...they read from it, it tells them stories, gives them ideas for belief, and shows them the way they should live their life.
My holy book is not wr
THE FALL OF THE GODS: Artemis"Artemis?"THE FALL OF THE GODS: Artemis4 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
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
Greek Gods and GoddessesGreek Gods and Goddesses3 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
Hecate, Queen of GhostsHecate, Queen of Ghosts3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
We're talking once again about mythology. And this time, the topic of interest is Hecate, the Queen of Ghosts and Spirits.
Hecate was a Greco-Roman goddess who has affiliations with witchcraft, magick, necromancy, which is to say the art of communicating with the dead and spirits, not the art of raising zombies, and crossroads. An inscription in the ancient Greek city of Miletus named her as the protector of entrances, as well. She also was later associated with the Underworld and the spirits therein, earning her the moniker Queen of the Ghosts.
She was the daughter of the Titans Perses and Asteria, which gave her power over the realms of heaven, earth, and the sea. When Persephone, the daughter of Demeter, was abducted by Hades, Hecate gave aid in the search, guiding Demeter and later becoming a companion to Persephone. Hecate was usually depicted as a woman holding two torches, sometimes much like Artemis in knee-length maiden's skirt and hunting boots. Also like Artemis, she was dep
Hades and PersephoneThe king of the underworldHades and Persephone4 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
The Elements-The Elements-The Elements10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A blazing inferno.
A destructive force,
when burning unchecked.
Scarring the landscape.
Leaving its mark
Wherever it goes.
When harnessed, it
Gives warmth and light.
A small example
Of its true power.
Cool, clean, crystalline beauty.
Rushing along through a tiny ravine.
Its course, undeviated,
But in great amounts,
It will cause destruction.
Torrents of rain beat down
Land, eroding the ground.
Huge waves beat shores,
With help from wind's power.
Ever beating, ever crashing,
'Till the shore lies in ruins.
A soft, gentle breeze
Rustles the trees.
But wind's true fury
Is hidden within.
Great gales whip about,
Snapping trees like twigs.
A funnel cloud forms,
Then touches ground.
Ripping up land,
'Till the wind is no more
But a soft, gentle breeze.
The ground lies still,
A solid foundation.
But deep below,
The earth is groaning.
Hoping for a chance
To release its rage.
Winter can never reach SpringSpringWinter can never reach Spring4 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
Wall of glassThrough my lifeWall of glass5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've built a wall
A wall that surrounds me
And keeps me away
From the world
It looks solid
But it's fragile
It's made of glass
And I wonder
How long it'll last
And who will be the one
To shatter it
And reach the real me
That lurks inside
PaganI want to be pagan.Pagan8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want to love the earth like I am her daughter.
I want to be free and untethered.
I want to be able to worship whoever
or whatever I want.
I want to love everything.
I do not want that you should hate me.
I do not want to be forced to be faithful.
I do not want to have forced allegiance to your strict god.
I do not want to be told I am going to hell
or to heaven.
I do not want to be judged.
I love the trees and the ocean.
I love everything that goddess earth has made.
I love my family.
I love my friends,
and my enemies as well.
I love the pagan earth.
I want to be pagan.
Red Moon Chapter 1- Evil Around UsRed Moon Chapter 1- Evil Around Us2 years 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
He Cries...He Cries...10 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...
Who's coming to dinner?Whos coming to dinner?Who's coming to dinner?6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Clio looked in despair at the scene that greeted her as she entered the kitchen. Two of her sisters, Polyhymnia and Calliope, were picking up bits of broken china while her youngest sister Thalia stood looking sheepish. Obviously, Thalia had been up to her usual mischief.
Of all the times, Thalia, Clio said. Why today? Couldnt you just behave for once?
Oh, Sister, tis not just her fault, declaimed Calliope, her arms full of broken china, for so too didst our sister Melpomene cause this destruction. Now she doth refuse to leave her chambers.
Clio held her head in her hands. That day was just getting better by the minute. First thing, Terpsichore had sprained her ankle during her morning warm-up; then Euterpe had moaned to her because she did not feel she was getting any attention or praise for her glorious singing; and now Mel had gone in a strop again. She wasnt sure they would be
Character profile (blank)Name:Character profile (blank)9 months ago in Profiles More Like This
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Disabled? Has got a physical problem? (Blindness/deafness/other):
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A song that fits your character:
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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 You4 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.
KotOR: Carth And The Fangirl It was a quiet evening in the happy world of BioWareLand. Carth, Revan and Mission were walking up and down the hallways of the large office building, discussing how the game designers were going to pull off something as large-scale as rescuing Bastila. Suddenly, Revan squeaked and skidded to a halt. Carth stared at her strangely, and as she pointed behind him, Mission started giggling.KotOR: Carth And The Fangirl8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Don't look now, flyboy," Revan whispered, "but you've got an admirer."
"Other than you?" Carth asked.
"Other than me."
Carth turned slowly, and when he did, he just about leaped a mile off the ground. For right behind him was...
She had big eyes (almost like you might find on a chibi) and an adorably stupid grin. She watched Carth unceasingly, never letting her eyes leave his face. Carth felt suddenly very nervous, but he couldn't move, because The Fangirl fawned over him every time he trie
Altair: Eagle's Soul3Chapter 3Altair: Eagle's Soul36 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
On the road to Baghdad Summer 1188 CE
Having seen everything he needed to see, Altair crawled back from the edge of the cliff and, once sure no one would see him, stood up and headed back down the slope, loosening the sabre in its sheath. Twenty Templars, he counted mentally, picking his way carefully down to the horses and the little camp theyd made in the hollow under the cliff. Twenty very careless Templars. Their camp had no organization whatsoever. Easy prey for him: apparently theyd forgotten that he was the Shadow of Death hanging over them, the white-clad ghost that could blend in with any Templar troop. And take many of them down before they even knew he was there.
Adah had waited with the horses, her brow set in a frown. Theyd argued about the wisdom of chasing twenty well armed Knights of the Church all the afternoon but his mind had been set the moment hed seen the homestead and the look on her face that shed tried hard to hide. For w
Untitled1.Untitled2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that we sense
like wings fluttering
in the shadows
or chest rising with the effort
so fragile in the wind
shards of memory
piercing the stillness
and screams silenced
the lashes to our eyes
hurt and bleed
and wound me
so close to breaking
I can see the cracks.
and begin to disintegrate
the holes patched
the pain "forgotten"
(as if things
like that can just go away)
I see light
cold and clear through dry eyelashes
whispers in the ink
and music that sings
darling and sweet
I see the light in your eyes
I hear your warm heart
I know your thoughts
…I feel you here
there it is
on the raven's wings:
on the feathers of pain
I can see the black
but always close
as a dream (nightmare)
I am not lost
I can see beauty
light is fun to watch…
dancing in the eddies
hands are warm