PoF Cypher Language: ZuhteiThe Language of Zuhtei ("ZOO-tay")*PoF Cypher Language: Zuhtei2 years ago in Settings More Like This
A fictional (cypher) language in Jazzy C. Oaks' Portal of Fate.**
*The word "Zuhtei" in English is Cardio (from the Greek word kardia, or "heart").
**The word "Portal" in Zuhtei is Lihdur (pronounced "LEE-doo'ur"), which resembles the English word "Leader". Portal of Fate can also mean Leader of Fate.
Cypher Chart & Notes
Basic Rules (Phonetics)
List of Exceptional Words
How to Translate
Some Common Phrases
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Make Me ForgetYou almost made me forget, love.Make Me Forget4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You almost made me forget the hurt; the pain; the sorrow.
You almost made me forget about the emptiness:
You almost made me forget his name.
You almost gave me hope;
You almost made me think that I might be whole again;
You almost gave me hope that I can be fixed,
You almost made me think that maybe,
To YouTo the girl I sawTo You1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With the sad, sad eyes.
To the boy I met
Who wasn't allowed to cry.
To the man I saw
Who was falsely accused.
To the woman I met
Who was badly abused.
This is my ode to you
For you live on despite it.
I'm so proud of you
For you can still fight it.
The world is against you,
But it's not your fault.
It's just the way
This world was taught.
So live on, live on,
Don't you give up here.
It gets better later,
The light is near.
I believe in you,
I know you can make it.
I'll reach out my hand,
If you need it, just take it.
You're not invisible,
And you'll be fine.
A Love Like This A Love Like YouA Love Like This A Love Like You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you would certainly fall under
The spells of my love yes my love that's who you would be
Just say the word and I will be your everything
I'll even take the time to learn what makes your heart truly sing
I'll be your everything if you would swear upon all you hold dear
That you'll never fall out of love with me not once ever you hear
Cause with my love in yo
Faelidh Currency (Community Bank)Faelidh Currency (Community Bank) 3 months ago in Settings More Like This
Faelidh currency are called Shards! Faes have 4 different types of Shards, each representing a different amount.
Wood- 1 Shard
Stone- 5 Shards
Crystal- 10 Shards
Gem- 50 Shards
You as a member or a Faelidh owner can earn shards to spend on different rewards! You can earn Shards by completing group prompts, entering contests, group challenges, Plot Events, and potentially other ideas to be released in the future!
(Wood=1, Stone=5, Crystal=10, Gem=50)
Hover over the Shards for values!
One Entry into group raffles or giveaways
A small accessory for one Faelidh
An outfit piece for one Faelidh
Stenciled Smiles on Paper HeartsI don't like to feel this wayStenciled Smiles on Paper Hearts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There must be something I can say
Cause I hate just watching you
When I know the pain you're going through
You're not alone; I've been where you are
Contemplating where I'll place my next scar
Hiding razor kisses underneath long sleeves
It doesn't make it better; nothing is achieved
All you'll earn are the scars you've got and
The lesson learned is the lesson forgotten
You feel like no one's there, no one cares what you do
Let me put it to you straight: That is never true
I was shunned, pushed away many times before
Then I realized it was I who had closed the door
I took a chance and opened up to the people around me
Told them of my secrets, now their love surrounds me
You're not alone; I've been where you are
And I know that life sometimes seems so hard…
But believe me, from one person to another
To make a book better, you never destroy the cover…
You are worth it...
ChildhoodChildhood,Childhood2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A lovely part of life,
Just fun and play,
Where mortal enemies are
Under the bed monsters,
And our biggest punishment,
Is the time-out corner,
When we adored sweet treats,
Like cupcakes, candy, and cookies,
When everyone was a potential playmate,
When your smile made other people smile,
Ah, childhood, a merry time.
I am.... Stereotyped.I am.... a nerd.I am.... Stereotyped.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wear glasses,
I play in the band,
I get good grades,
Like video games,
I'm weak and spineless
But so much smarter than people
I am.... an outcast.
I dress funny,
I act weird,
There's something wrong
Inside my head.
I'm too dumb
To understand people
I am.... an art freak.
I doodle over everything,
Dress a little different,
I am always colorful
And pretty happy,
I see the world
Differently than people
I am.... a gay guy.
I talk like a girl,
I just adore the color pink,
Oh, and I'm going to Hell.
I have no morals,
And instead I have AIDS
And should be kept from people
I am.... emo.
I dress in black,
Have sidesweep bangs,
And cut myself
Because life sucks.
I hate my life and
My parents and people
I am.... a prep.
I am mean and neast
I love drama
I am perfect and
Way better than people
I am.... a jock.
I play sports
Like wrestling or football.
I have no brain,
.did you ever stop.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
to think, that maybe the stars
are gazing at you
It's SimplePoetry is an art, a fine form.It's Simple4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You can't control it, it speaks for itself.
Mostly it's exaggerated, often it's honest.
Poetry is an art of purely words.
It's private, it's intimate, it's never alone.
It makes you feel like you're a part of something bigger than you.
Poetry can't be forced, it can't be fake.
The words have to come from somewhere.
Inspiration is the only thing that makes it worth everything.
Poetry can help someone; change a life.
Writing or listening it becomes meaningful.
No two experiences are the same.
Poetry will save you.
FortitudeMy fortitude,Fortitude2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A place inside,
Sheltered by walls,
To protect myself,
I rest there from the outside,
It brings me the strength of mind,
To stay strong.
During the storm,
To be a like a rock,
To keep being bold.
BrokenIt was over, the war was over and he had lost. He gazed accusingly to his brother with his only eye, the other recovering under the heavy bandages that embraced his skull. His body was sore, riddled with scarring wounds and ugly bruises. He had absolutely nothing, his home was burned to the ground, his legacy a scorned footnote on history, his people without a future, and it was his fault! His ruby colored eye hardened as a shield to hide his feelings of pain, betrayal, and hatred. He didn't know what hurt more, the pain of being beaten within an inch of his life, or the fact that his own brother had done this to him. He looked back to the other four who were entering as judges and jury to their crimes. The two of them stood in the center of a large room; a semicircle of a table was before them with each of the victors sitting in a seat. America and Russia sat side by side in the middle while France was to the Right of the Eastern European Country, and England sat to the right of his fBroken4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How she searchedShe searched ,How she searched7 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
with bandaged hands
and burned arms
for the warmth of a soul
in the caked faces
of false men.
She searched ,
with filthy hands
and blind eyes
for joys of life
in the graves
of those who knew
only its tragedies.
She searched ,
with livid hands
and false smiles
for the beauty of reality
in the shadows
smeared upon her walls
and in the moonlight
glaring down upon her.
with manicured hands
and lyrical words
in the approval
and recognition of men.
until she finally found
the very things
for which she searched
searched in her
but two hands
with blind eyes
and lyrical words.
You.You were NovocainYou.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to my veins,
but what was left
The words I cannot tell you"Open your heart", you sayThe words I cannot tell you5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Well did you know, beautiful, that we can only see a portion of the whole spectrum of light?
There are infrared rays, defending my inner ugliness.
Once upon a time I would have called them prison and I would have realized how they only make it impossible for us to really understand, really be in, each other.
Once upon a time, I believed in fairytales.
There are gamma radiations, feeding this cancer.
I wish I could utter them, the words I cannot tell you. I wish there was a chemotherapy I could undergo, I wish there was a rehabilitation capable of teaching me again that if I give my true self to you
I wish, but I am no Genie; only a disappointed Aladdin.
There are ultraviolet anchors, sinking my bravery.
I used to be attracted by you with the intensity of gravity, 9.81 m/s2 and growing. I used to think that I'd never be able to stop Newtons from getting me nearer to you.
I used to know how this law of phys
Undressing PoetryShe clothes herself in poetry,Undressing Poetry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seals her skin within the verse.
Each line becomes another garment
that conceals her fixed form's curvature,
but peels away when read.
Last night I dissected a stanza,
clamped it tight between my teeth
and tugged it down her legs.
Her body breathes warm and sweet,
speckled red like a summer strawberry field.
I sucked the juice from her lines and
spit the punctuation like seeds.
My lips mouthed the shape of her words
as my skin grew more sticky with
every splash of imagery dripping down my chin.
I peeled apart her soft pages
with sticky, pink fingertips that left them
clinging to my skin.
A single flawless line remained
between the cloak of poetry, her and me,
so we spoke the words in unison,
revealing everything and setting her verse free.
For the Sake of an Angel“One can tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.”For the Sake of an Angel3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He’s an angel. He doesn't even know it, but he is.
When I was young, I was told that all people are assigned a guardian angel at birth to look out for them, to keep them out of danger. As I got older, I stopped believing in angels. I realized that there was no one watching my back but me. In the end we’re all alone and there’s no one coming to save you.
But then…There was. There was a voice in my ear guiding me, and there were supporting arms to lean into when I thought the end had come for me. There were sparkling eyes and tiny smiles and Sencha green tea and something to look forward to every day. He had lifted me out of the darkest depths of my persona
S. NoteS. Note3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear mother, dear father
Dear brother, dear sister
Don't worry, you still have each other
And without me you're all so much stronger
Leave me behind and let me go, I promise the days will get brighter
Dear teachers, dear counselors
Dear therapists, dear doctors
You have my gratitude for what you all did
But I hit rock bottom too many times, and this last one was it
The end of the road again, as if no one could have kept me from a coffin
I was not fit to live life
I failed at everything, every time
I sincerely did my very best, I really tried
I just could no longer stand feeling so powerless inside
I lay wide awake every night
I prayed and prayed and asked "why?"
I was always silently drowning in the tears I cried
I am done with suffering, so this is where I draw the line
This is the end
One with a resentful beginning
It all came crashing down to nothing
It's what's only right, so I know what I'm doing
Dear friends, dear betrayers
Dear relatives, dear des
The Moon's Curse 10"OHMIGOSH!!!" Alyssa squealed as she read from the journal, along with Haley, Angel, Eliana, and Allison who hovered over her reading the journal, while Matt and Damon waited for their turn.The Moon's Curse 105 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Can you girls stop squealing already? That's the third time in five minutes!" Damon complained. Matt nodded and took out his ear plugs.
"What in the world are you guys squealing about?" Kellie said as she walked into the room, with a sly grin playing on her face.
"We just read like a cliffhanger in Emmaline's journal! It's so suspenseful I could like " Haley trailed off.
"Do a backflip!" "Eat a goat!" "Do a Dance!" "Explode!" The four girls replied to Haley's sentence, a little bit too imaginatively.
"WHAT ARE YOU READING?" Kellie managed to say above the others while Damon and Matt looked at each other and sighed.
"Mel sent us a journal that just happens to be Emily Kinney's great-great-great-great-great- ." Matt said as he was interrupted by Angel.
"JUST GET ON WITH IT!" Angel said, bo
this is a warning.i.this is a warning.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The first thing you need
to know about people is this:
If you cut off our head,
we will grow two in its place.
We will divide and conquer
until there's nothing left
but tiny gaping mouths,
clacking and salivating
at the crumbs of an empire.
They tell me hurt is like
a paper cut:
quick and forgotten,
Hurt is the first step
off a balcony,
the first gasp
in a chain reaction
screaming from the railing
to beyond the pavement.
When I finally hit the ground,
I looked up and saw my halo
dangling from the edge,
He said, she said,
I wanted, he lost, she won,
I ruined this, I broke your heart,
he left me,
I miss you.
This is nothing new.
Your tragedy is always
what's it like to realize
every slash on your soul
has an identical twin?
What's it like to know
you're going to die
the same way everyone does:
scared and alone?
We are disposable.
The hydra g
On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And very slightly apart from the throng of a dozen others was the quiet Meiella, orphaned as an infant, niece of medicine woman.On the Sea Beneath the Sky3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The air was cool, but the wind only light. As the flames burned low, a tall figure stepped out of the shadowsOch'jiana, the leader of the rite. She was neither old nor young, hair pulled back in the habit of the femal