Make Me Mistress of Lies and Goddess of ChaosMy brightly burning ice giant; god of fire,
My silver tongued lie-smith with weighted whispers—
Will you still love me on Ragnarök's byre?
When your children wage war on their elders?
For the nine realms will be nothing but chaos,
And each will sit back to watch the destruction
For none shall be able to forestall this loss,
Or find another world to which they can run.
If you say yes; that you will adore me yet…
Should I trust those lips which kiss me sweetly?
That weave such beautiful tricks, traps and nets
To trip and catch the Æsir and their army.
Tell me, if it should be my breath leaves first,
Should you take another into our bed?
Or should you deem this world to be accursed,
And wait for the fates to cut immortal thread.
Forgiveness,Martin Luther King, Jr. dreamsForgiveness,10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
don’t exist no more,
and I can’t compete with
my words clatter like broken
plates, and my dreams:
They are the world collapsing
into a maze of broken homes;
stark white horizon and billowing
smoke; pedophiles in elementary
schools; and looking back, a blend
of hope and nowhere to run:
As a child: I whispered, home
but the keys were lost and we
waited in the cold until our fingers
turned a bloody, frozen red.
Dad came home from work—
angry, angry like our fingers,
and it was gone.
He told us he was sorry;
he didn’t do a good job.
It’s okay, it’s okay.
As an adult: I wanted freedom,
a revolution; but there,
under my bed, was a corpse.
Dad was in the living room,
how could he be in two places
He told us he screwed up.
It’s okay, it’s okay.
Hollowed, O-shaped mouths,
but Martin Luther King, Jr.,
he knew how to mean it;
and Ginsberg, he
some idioms- part i of iilet sleeping dogs liesome idioms- part i of ii8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
said my best friend
while every cell
in my body
shuddered in stupor
wanting nothing more than
to forgive him again
after having gone
a good quarter-year
without him already
when it rains it pours
said my little sister
as i held her hand
bawling in stupor
after watching him
hold her hand
as she gets out
of his car to
lead her unto
his apartment door
between a rock and a hard place
i will say to myself
after realizing that
i had gotten into
this new relationship
simply out of spite
& that it would be
evil of me
to lead him on when
i can't ever belong
A Coward Angel“Go”, this is what they told you and you turned your back and left. I remember I saw you from the window; it was a summer evening, around eight o’clock when the orange of the sun had painted the sky. That orange light lay on your face. I still remember your expression. Pain, pride, and disappointment. I still remember… I’ve never been an expert on those things, these are complicated things, I don’t interfere, but that rejection hurt. Something you said, something they said; this is how these things happen. One word brings another and you end up hating yourself. But I think you didn’t. You took your things and left, without a word, without a scream, with nothing. I thought of stopping you. I opened that window but cowardice choked my words. I do regret it. How would I know what would happen? How could I foresee that choice? How…, my love…?A Coward Angel10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I left that house with my head high. I’ve heard enough, I’ve lived enough, I had
Four SinnersSt Peter rapped smartly on the door to the chambers of the Lord, before pushing them open to see the homely white room beyond. The Lord stood up from his seat at the desk and welcomed the saint with open arms, a loving smile on his lips.Four Sinners10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Peter,” he said, his voice soft and deep, like a father’s to a toddler, “how is it I may help you today?”
“My Lord, I know it is unorthodox, but a group of murderers have requested your presence at their judging.” Peter replied, “Each claims to have an injury which excuses their sins.”
The Lord considered this, then nodded solemnly, walking slowly out of the room. His steps were heavy, his stance reflecting his sadness at the necessity of their punishments.
Outside the gates’ white swirls, four men knelt, heads bent. The Devil loitered casually off to one side, his dark robes emanating fear that swirled around him. He and the Lord embraced, as over the millennia their mission has become one a
Lilac II - tankaa star-glowLilac II - tanka2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
connects their breaths -
a river path.
in lilac light
she forgets to sigh.
it's not enoughshe held her breath and jumped from the clifftop.it's not enough4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the shockwave of her body slapping against the surface told her, breathe, breathe.
but she refused.
the waves smacked her upside the head. breathe, breathe.
but she refused.
her lover pounded against her chest. breathe, breathe.
An Ode to The PhantomThere is a boat on a lake,An Ode to The Phantom9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Burning candles on a cold black mirror.
And this journey I will take,
To find the man that I’ve been looking for.
I’ll find him I swear,
Chase him into the blackest night,
I’ll find his lonely lair.
And dry the tears from behind his mask.
What will lurk behind?
Some haunted face or tender spirit.
I shall say words truly kind,
And try to put his broken soul together.
Across the keys his fingers dance,
Enchanting beauty and bewitching senses.
I am lost within a trance,
And I know I’ll be forever his.
Away from judgement and from light,
We will spend the years together.
And I’ll live in this blackest night,
And stay with him forever more.
being dawnistart late-- come into the worldbeing dawni2 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
all screaming face and flailing limbs
and grasping fingers
that hold to the womb, the room
you've lived. welcome a brother
before you have learned what the word
should mean; before you are carried
on the shoulders of another brother;
before you can begin to understand
the responsibility of you. watch yourself,
your existence, tear apart your family--
be the reason she wants him to leave,
be the reason he can't control
himself. be the reason two brothers
don't understand a father's love.
drown. be flailing limbs and stolen breaths
and splashing water and your father's hands
holding you down. when he is bored,
gulp for breath, gulp for air; don't let yourself
remember this for long. drown again, drown
again; each scenario a different prison,
and you, barcoded into bravery you don't feel,
can't breathe. trail a teddybear from loose fingers,
but be a big girl. stumble over words
like daddy and love and no, no, no,
please. fall up stairs instead of down,
Haiku Ika-UnomHaiku Ika-Unom1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the morning mist fades
a golden sun revealed
her eyes kept westward
the tease of Earl Greywhen leaves speak they rustlethe tease of Earl Grey11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
but shan't talk of lost cattle
out of bags like cats lying
purring perhaps stirring
gainsaying the language
of pictures - much fewer
than one thousand words
whispered soft - softer
ours to read into
by catching a hint of
some spiciness brewed
a sugaring of love -
or upcoming danger
a giving or taking
from whom in this strange land
once was a stranger
by this chance assessed
through one's cup or glass
darkly lit yet it be
from wet leavings of tea
hopefully let it be
the sugaring of love -
llp - dA - jan2013
DD - feb1/2013
vietnam."i meanvietnam.9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
this was my childhood -
watching the nightly news
watching the cities burn"
PoetreeNOTE: The poem should have the shape of a tree. If it looks messy, your monitor is too narrow. Press "Ctrl" and "-" until it fits into your monitor, or follow the link in the author's comments. Thank you!Poetree9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In darkness sweet I dream I sleep; my fate to wait till time is ripe
A tender leaf curled in the seed, an idea that would be freed
I dream of bra
questioninequality in life, immortality in death,question2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stricken from the words, taken from the pages,
the pages of time, choose not what your told,
but what you, yourself thinks, question your morals,
question your world, question authority,
question your reality.
The Greatest ImperfectionSurgical; clean; exacting; precise.The Greatest Imperfection2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The perfection of a blank page is like an unbroken snowfall
So precious, so beautiful.
Just like the children who run out and destroy the perfect beauty
Of fresh snow with their boots and blind enthusiasm
My words, like stains, deface the paper.
Even the most beautiful poem is but a dirty mark; an imperfection
The beauty in nothing is always greater than the beauty in something.
Silence, sweeter to the ears than any symphony;
Unawareness, more blissful than the greatest euphoria we could ever know.
In emptiness, there is perfection.
In awareness, there is suffering.
And, of course, there is Love.
Love, which shifts the balance.
Love that inspires us,
Love that gives us purpose,
Love that grants us the strength to go on.
The greatest imperfection.
How to Write a Mary-SueThis is the first part in a series I'm planning on writing. Each one past this point will concern a specific series, and will probably focus on a single point or element of that series. But remember: this actually not intended as advice, it's meant to give ideas. Read the options presented, or the definitions rant, and think about what they mean. Think about how they all apply to the fanfictions you may be writing. If you think the ideas are crappy or stupid, then at least you know not to use them, kekeke.How to Write a Mary-Sue7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is a standard rant followed by advice. Goto the line in bold if you think you understand the rant without reading it, and just want some advice. If you want neither, then there's little reason to read this at all. If I mention an anime or game, it doesn't mean I like it.
Face it, we've all done it. We watch our favorite show, and are dissatisfied. Something happened that
Just A ToyWhy are you jealous?Just A Toy2 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You don't even know
If you want to be
Has it all figured out
Why do you even care?
Is it because
You didn't think
Someone could love me?
Did you not expect
That someone could
Steal your toy?
Because that's all I am
To be played with
Then put back on a shelf
Once you get bored
Just a toy
Depression is Nothing To Be Ashamed Of!In fact, in America more people suffer from depression then heart disease, Diabetes, or cancer. Think, it's common. I've been depressed before, I still am. Understand, it's not something that can be easily controlled. Depression is quite common and normal. Heck, it's part of the 5-8 stages of grieving. Depression can be caused by a number of things. You may think, 'But then people will consider me mentally insane.'Depression is Nothing To Be Ashamed Of!3 months ago in Personal More Like This
I highly doubt it. Mental illness is very common. Not just depression! More illnesses. Seeking help can be good.
Quit Calling People With Mental Disorders RetardedThis, angers me! Just because someone has a "Mental Disability/Disorder/Illness Etc". (I don't know what word you want me to use, I just use disorder. I don't want to offend anyone...) Quit calling them weird or retarded! They can't help it! And FYI nobody is completely "Normal"! No such thing as normal! We are all weird! Just because they suffer mental disorders or disabilities doesn't mean they aren't smart. I have friends who are Autistic and/or dyslexic. They can solve puzzles way better then I can sometimes! They have feelings! Some may have a hard time expressing it, but hey I admit I can't express anger very well. It's not funny calling them retarded. In fact, I can handle Autistic children better then I can normal children. They are people. They have dreams. They want what everyone else wants; To be excepted. Thank you for taking the time to skim/read this.Quit Calling People With Mental Disorders Retarded3 months ago in Personal More Like This
Sorry if this journal offended anyone. Putting this in words was a bit hard for me.
I now have a tumblrJust as the title says. I might not upload often, but every now and then I shall post a doodle.I now have a tumblr3 months ago in Personal More Like This
Also, can someone plz explain to me how to use an ask box? I've never done tumblr before >_<
My tumblr: http://www.tumblr.com/blog/starfire437
Well My Self Esteem was Just Shot Down A Few TimesWe just had some apple pie, and I had a small enough slice to begin with, and so I ask my mom if I can maybe have another smaller piece, and she says, "Sure, but it has to be really small." And I'm like "yeah okay" because I understand pie isn't healthy, but then she looks me up and down and adds, "And maybe do a bunch of push ups or something." And I kind of get upset because she does this to me all the time (as if I'm not hard enough on myself already) and I tell her, "I do push ups and sit ups and leg workouts every single night..." And she looks me up and down again and just says, "Really?"Well My Self Esteem was Just Shot Down A Few Times3 months ago in Personal More Like This
Plus, today after school I had to walk home (I'm used to that though. It's only a mile, could be worse) and I'm just about at my house (I'm finally at the top of my hill!) when some goddamn schoolbus goes by, and was literally inches from fucking hitting me!
And also, in gym this year, we have to run the mile. Ever
A Piece of Cat #1When I was assigned to write a sort of 'Book Road Map' of my life, I was stumped. See, for me it feels more like an instruction manual as to who I want to be, rather than a layout of destinations I've reached in my past. I suppose it depends on how you look at it, whether you're trying to become better for the future, or recalling the stages you evolved through in your life thus far. That's why it's so difficult for me to try and format a road map in my mind, linking me with the things I've read, because, books are like how-to guides to being the daring, charming heroine (or hero) in our dismal lives. It's difficult recalling my destinations, because it feels like I haven't gone anywhere yet.A Piece of Cat #13 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Anyways, if I can remember correctly, the most signifigant 'road' I've 'walked down' on my quest to seek (or shape) my identity, has to be Uglies by: Scott Westerfield. To most, this is probably a riveting, page turning adventure, filled wit
Suicide Prevention WeekSuicide Prevention Week started yesterday, September 8, and goes until the 14th. September 10, 2013 is National Suicide Prevention Day.Suicide Prevention Week3 months ago in Personal More Like This
Please help support this cause by donating or wearing a yellow ribbon to raise awareness.
For more information and resources, you can go here: http://www.suicidology.org/resources/nspw
As someone who personally knows suicide survivors and as someone who has...experienced these thoughts and almost went through with the actions, it would mean a lot to me if you guys backed this up in however way you can. Even just by spreading the word to others is a great thing to do. Every little bit counts, and there are so many people in this world who deserve the gift of life. They do not deserve to suffer the dark, suffocating thoughts nor the words "I should die" to go through their mind. No one does. So please...support this week.
Also, for a list of hotlines/prevention lifelines, you can go here: https://www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org/getinvol
F Dress Code. F school.WARNING; THIS IS A RANT.F Dress Code. F school.3 months ago in Personal More Like This
So.. Picture day was today.
I wore a dress. And I even wore stockings under it. And shorts. But you couldn't tell.
Now. Principal walks by me. Doesn't say anything. And is watching me walk down the hall. He even says 'Good afternoon' to me.
At lunch. Vice principal sees me. She comes straight up to me. "Your dress is out of press code. Are those tights?" I tell her no.
"Get lunch, then go to the office and change."
I swear. Every time I dress prettier then her; she gets on to me.
I swear she is just jealous because I have a figure and she is f'ing flat as a kelly doll.
I wear a shirt that has a see through back. 'Out of dress code.'
I wear a shirt that has cuts in the sleeve. 'Out of dress code.'
I wear a shirt with holes all over it- but a shirt under it. 'Out of dress code.'
I wear a lace black skirt that has a black skirt under it. 'Out of dress code.'
I wear a tank top with 3 inch straps. 'Out of dress code.' [ Because of my cleavage showing. ]