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The NoldorMighty are the Second Kindred,The Noldor6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Strong and brave and fair;
Fierce they are and proud,
Tall and dark of hair;
Filled with passion and iron of will,
A two edged sword this can be.
Never do they turn aside from their propose,
From no enemy do they flee.
Ache their hands do to craft and create,
Beloved of the Smith are they.
Burn their minds do for knowledge,
But into folly they sometimes stray.
Lovers of hills and open lands,
The Watchtower their first home.
Many other glorious kingdoms did they build,
Seven High Kings they have known.
Seas ApartSo far away you are,Seas Apart10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Seas apart,
Dreams afar,
Not saying one word,
Sitting as quietly there as I could,
Surrounding friends,
I cannot pretend,
It felt as if only you and I were there,
The awkwardness hung in the air,
Trying our best to breathe different light,
We have no longer been tight,
No communication any longer,
Not my choice,
But I'll take it even stronger.
I'm content.
Just MeIm never going to be a lotus flower,Just Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but i do not aim to be.
Just a stubborn, sometimes prickly.
Solitary Acacia Tree.
Emma G. AteonWhen we were very young, she was as real to me as you are right now. Flesh and blood just standing there, though everyone else referred to her as imaginary friend. Though now that I think about it thats how she got her name, Emma Gene Ateon, or just Emma G, for short.Emma G. Ateon2 years ago in Settings More Like This
She was my best friend, my playmate. together we created worlds. She'd help me see the strange new colors that watermelons could be, that red was not just a boy color, because thats how I'd classified them before I had met her. She taught me how to name my creations, what ever sort of weird flower I'd find, she'd secretly whisper a name for it and let me take the credit for thi
Solo una - raccolta di scrittiAmare una stella è lecito maSolo una - raccolta di scritti3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
devi starle lontano o
ti faresti del male.
Devi però capire subito
chi è una stella per te.
Le stelle sono tante,
è così,
ma poche ti fanno
quell'effetto.
Non ti resta che provare e
quando avrai trovato l'unica
che brilla solo per te
sarà tua.
________________________-
Soffia il vento.
Le bandiere iniziano a muoversi.
Finalmente è RIVOLUZIONE!
Peccato che manchi sempre..tu..
___________________________
Il cuore urla straziato
vuole battere forte per un amore passato.
È debole il mio ormai
non ce la fa.
Mi chiede di risanare le sue ferite
ed io gli
Col tempoFarò germogliare nel silenzioCol tempo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
una foglia di vita verde.
All'oscuro del tuo volto,
nella luce del mio.
L'uomo notturnoL'UOMO NOTTURNOL'uomo notturno3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Notte, amica mia oscura,
sovente mi perdo in te senza paura
dentro un tuo tempo
o attraverso un tuo spazio
istante di oblio e non di strazio
mentre cammino in ciò che in me sento
sospeso in un momento di silenzio arcano
in cui nessuno mi tiene per mano
e mentre il tuo buio m'inonda
la mia anima lo respira e vi affonda.
Chi sono, io che ora scrivo?
Posso dire con certezza "io vivo"?
Non lo so… e mi soffermo, dimenticato,
in questo buio universo sognato.
A lifetime of memories agoA lifetime of memories ago3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And forever lost, you
Surrender-
To a suffocating oblivion.
I seek reminiscence not, yet here phantoms of "used-to-be"s lurk about and haunt even pebbles.
What am I but a forgotten, meaningless pebble? For on these streets lie a thousand broken bonds,
And I can't find ours.
Carves a shadow, your
Far-away soul -
no face lingers.
Winds, the echo of yesterday they are; but the buildings still, today, shiver and rattle.
Am I, now, to shake and hear only echoes? A lifetime of memories ago, you kept me steady.
But empty buildings, as me, grow old and forgotten too fast and too soon.
Always one day ahead,
Feet leading to roads
Paved i
I rememberI remember3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fighting not so seldom
Peace used to come as easy
Weapons in hand,
But yours today holds a gift
Pirates, sometimes
Or treasure hunters
"Stealing for the poor",
And the dew on my brow-
What a most unusual treasure…
Giggling trees
Challenging and tempting;
Their branches our stronghold,
Do you remember?
Hay and grass,
Drums of adventure;
Our favourite scents,
Do you remember?
Soaked
Survivors of a seabattle
Laughing hearts
Drying in the sunlight,
Do you remember?
Harvested fields
Of silly, childish pleasures
I sing of summers spent to gather
And cherish all of them…
Do you remember?
AoC I: Heaven GradientThe war was waged for so many billionsAoC I: Heaven Gradient4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of lives
Of years
Of particles
And finally
When you touch the flesh of gods and find that it’s stone
Just like everything else
You flay the dreams of those below as they sleep on pyrite clouds
Many times before it was so high up
Taunting mortality and reason with holy keep-away
The diamond tears of dragons and ghosts
Raining from nowhere
Freezing on the surface of faith
Upwards and outwards
Building a bridge into a staircase
And the first arrogant ape crossed it,
Climbed it
Defiant
Hungry and knowing it for the first time ever
(soul?)
Tiny traveler grown large and upright
The a
Just for YouIf I could count every heartbeatJust for You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that pounds through this meticulous silence,
then I could count every star
that roams through our twilit world.
But if I were to take each second, each beat, each breath
and compare them to your shallow life,
I would instantly know what a mistake you really are.
When the night comes and I'm alone,
I hope that maybe cables and wires will bring you closer.
I wait for the oddity in your voice that I can't define.
I can hear your breath in my ear from a few nights ago.
And I can't stand myself for feeling this way.
Wstep do fikowBył raz Jake, co pozwolił sobie usługiwać,Wstep do fikow3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Eytukaan, co dał ludziom skały wydobywać,
Norm, co się do łóżka z Tsu'teyem położył,
Quaritch, który o Na'vi piękny wiersz ułożył,
Neytiri, co po Seze wcale nie płakała,
Grace, która z poznania wnet zrezygnowała,
Parker, co od unobtanium drzewa wolał,
Ikran, co nie przyleciał, gdy Taron'yu wołał...
A jakże to być może? -Wtedy to jest właśnie,
Gdy fanfik pisze dziewczę, co ma lat trzynaście...
Hungarian Nocturne - Chapter 1WARNING: Contains contents which some may find offensive; if you do not believe love between two individuals of the same gender is acceptable then please turn away now. : )Hungarian Nocturne - Chapter 14 years ago in Historical More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own these historical figures.
NOTE: This story will be written in Script format with narration done by one of the characters. And PLEASE do not expect absolute historical accuracies in my story; I like to make things up here and there. Thank you, and happy reading.
(Rutkowski is entirely made up for the convenience of the story because I could not find out who it was that introduced Chopin to Liszt. If anyone knows, please leave a comment and let me
Meg's MotherDelicate flower that never diesMeg's Mother5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not even when the fatal day will come
Because always will live into her son’s
Heart
Chasing PathsThe ridden road long lied in woods so deep,Chasing Paths7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where ancient giants, fauns, that bleat in seas
So green, was once seen. Lusting for lost sheep,
The rag runes on their skin, the Wise chant in glee:
Hail! You have reigned on ocean minds so long,
We ride eroded shore of lore that you've drawn.
Hail! You have reigned on!
Hail! You have reigned on
The wisp of dragons, lost within woods so fond.
I listen to their breath, a cup of tea
That bided by the forest garden's law,
I fret though, old poor Edward's broken knee
Will soon heal. When it does, my Nature, so flawed,
Will pulse to oil and steam and break and mend.
He kicks to our eyes b
driftListen to this aloud here.drift7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sometimes we move like glaciers.
slow sliding continental shift
one particle at a time--
our vantage point unchanged for years
and years will pass with more years behind
and we will remain deceptively still
unhurried.
we carry things with us,
pebbles and twigs we rest on
for years and years--
familiar.
but we can cast back
explore the ages we contain,
kept safe inside ourselves.
each grain of sand held close
protected
whispering of ages long since returned to dust--
ages we have seen grow and die
ages we carry
and preserve.
we move like glaciers
quiet and assured
and years will pass with more years behind
but when time has grown tired,
we will remain.
we will have tales to tell.
reclaimsubmerged in silent seas among the polyps,reclaim8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
pressure polished--a sparkle like Calypso's shuttle
shines elliptic and elusive in the downs, down where
optics fail and the seafloor ripples catch and sway
in swirling riddles like scattered Coptic stanzas.
snatched from Assyria, gold stolen and cycled
through serial societal transgressions--and once
aerial, contraband clutched in raptor snares
slipped--spilled, among the Urals,
and spinning through the acid and urea
of city sewers, doused in chloride
and the caustic current leading to the sea,
collapsing into Celtic knotwork; enclosed
in sand and calyxed like the season's close,
calcite-consumed, sunken, decayed--
reclaimed.
The Season of FireGreat masses of leavesThe Season of Fire8 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Are thrown into flight by wind,
A storm in yellow.
TransformationThe painter had learned a great deal about the unstable relationship of things. Life to death. One life to two lives. Fresh to rotting. Human to monster. He had seen it all. He had enough. He was an old man, and he was ready to die. He told her that.Transformation11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I wanted to be famous, but I've become a sell out." He told her. She had been posing as his wife for years now, since they came to this city. "My art isn't even my art anymore."
She was not a painter, let alone the artsy type. While she had been trained to deal with feelings, she did not completely understand. He was a famous artist. That was what he had asked of her. "So, this is it?"
"No." He answered quickly. "I want to do one more painting." He wanted to transform a blank canvas into something beautiful one last time. And this time it would be something he wanted, not some rich man's vanity project. "I want to paint
Schwarz zu BlauI. NachtbeginnSchwarz zu Blau1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was nightfall when they reached the town. The road up that way had trees once but now they were all broken to pieces, sticking up like bayonet blades out of the ground. One little, gnarled one by the old sign post was more or less intact but bare, black-barked and not pretty at all. That could be said, Harry thought, of most of Germany, or what he'd seen of it.
Ramshackle houses stood full of holes, with their stones blown apart and crumbling underfoot. But at least these stood, not like the towns in the hot zones; this town had not truly been shelled. Only a little, in the military way. A tawny cat scrambled up a pile o
Coffee ShopsIn the corner of the ill-lit cafe, Clare sits alone and tries to blend into the wallpaper peeling off the sloped wall. Cracks chase cobwebs from floor to ceiling and around the fake candle light-fitting that flickers and hums, bare wires expose their pretty copper heads. She's been nursing the same cup of coffee for four hours, and though it's long cold she still holds her hands around it like a campfire on a teenage summer night. People have come and gone; though small, the cafe holds a lot life. Couples have cuddle into the marshmallow sofas, mothers have forced prams through the impossible obstacle course of mismatched furniture, suits havCoffee Shops2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sparrow's HeartSparrow's Heart7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In twilight, as sun sets on my last year,
A message draws my gaze toward the west:
A girl in black proffers to me a test,
A sweet confession whispered in my ear.
A sparrow's heart is beating in my breast:
To think that love from friendship's seed had grown!
A hand to hold, an eye to catch my own,
Tranquility upon a sea of rest.
The heartbeat pacing in its cage of bone
As if to burst forth to its calling twin
Itself calls out, invites a lover in:
Why let her spend another day alone?
But if her mouth should meet mine in a kiss,
Those hearts might burst, o'erfull with newfound bliss.
travelersthis silvertongued landtravelers4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is fit for strange adventures
so we will roam as the city
sleeps, and the soft
hushclick
of the camera shutter will lull the crickets
to silence.
we will leave our trail
in incandescent flashes--
the negatives seared and crackling on
closed eyes--
and drag our hearts on
moonshine wisps behind us--
gathering fog and scents and
strains of music
carried in on night-thin air.
Perfect Strangers -- Half LifeThey knocked on each side of the door at the same time, cautiously. They knocked again, confused. The door opened, tentatively.Perfect Strangers -- Half Life5 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
They smiled at the same time, almost embarrassed by their synchronicity. But they weren’t. They would never admit it, but both of them were secretly glad they had found each other, a perfect stranger.
They spoke no words, so as not to ruin the effect. And, in return, no words found them. Their eyes drank in each other, greedily attempting to slake the unquenchable, before the door closed between them, slamming them each back into their own respective worlds.
**
They both knocked on the door from opposite si
Sta.sh
