Tau-English DictionaryTau/English DictionaryTau-English Dictionary5 years ago in Settings More Like This
How to use this Dictionary: The first column is the English spelling and pronunciation, the second is the tau spelling, the third is the meaning. Sections in quotation marks are literal translations. N means noun, V means verb, Adj means adjective, PN means proper noun, numbers following these abbreviations mean multiple meanings
Al Al N; structure, organization, Adj; small
Aloh Aloh Adj; cold
An An Adj; location (as in 'the place of union' 'An'lissera')
Anuk Anuk N; bird
Ar Ar Adj; high, both in altitude and respect/morals/etc.
Ar'Cea Ar'Cea PN; "High Ones," Eldar
Au Au N; age, era, period of time
Aun Aun Adj; ethereal, celestial, N; an Ethereal
Au'taal Au'taal PN; "time of salvation" a tau sept world
B B N; a shepherd, V; to shepherd
Bap Bap Adj; lost
Be'Gel Be'Gel PN; Orks, including all subspecies, as a race
Bentu'sin Bentu'sin PN; "Wise-gifted Ones," Demiurg
B'kak B'kak N; "Sand Herder," shepherd of sand creatures?
Dragon's Eye: PrologueDragon's Eye: Prologue5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was the summer of 1957, and the night was calm and warm. The storm clouds from earlier were now just a few harmless puffs on the horizon, but the air still held a faint scent of sweet rain. A light breeze danced through the woods just outside of town, rustling the leaves of the oaks and maples and birches. And within these woods were two travelers, seemingly following some unseen path through the growth.
Come on, its just a little bit farther, called the man in the lead. He had short, scruffy, sandy brown hair and wore large, squarish glasses over his big sky blue eyes. He picked his way through the thick underbrush with an air of someone who had done it many time before. The woman behind him, however, wasnt having the same amount of luck.
I sure hope this it worth it, Will! shouted the petite Asian woman as she pulled her shirt free of another branch. I dont know how mu
Confession Of a MurdererSit in the box,Confession Of a Murderer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wooden slats built by hand,
Mesh grid talks,
With the voice of a righteous man.
"Hello my son",
"What is it you've done?",
Stare at the carpet,
Colour with which your hands are matted,
You seek redemption,
For this act,
But such contemption,
Deserves no slack.
"There is blood on my hands,
Of my wifes secret lover",
Hear him stand,
"This should be more private".
But before you can move,
You slit your wrists,
You once learned to love,
But now can't forget.
As world darkens,
And flames greet your sight,
This is hell,
But you being here is right.
Dreams RealizedWith red tears I cry in vainDreams Realized2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trying to remove the regretful stain
But there is no one to hear my call
There is no one here to break my fall
It is here in Hell that I lie in pain
Soaked in my blood, soaked in the rain
Forever blocked by ancient walls
Walls forever denying my cause.
In agony I regret following the dreams
That ripped my short life from its seams
So remember and take a lesson from me
To dream is a trait of the weak.
The Fighting MoonWaning tears leave stains of memoryThe Fighting Moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on this impressive sky and breathe
deep a soul into me,
but I will not surrender.
Saving fears mean pains of mercy
when I try to break the dream
and keep a soul in me,
but I will not surrender.
Making here a light chain of silver, she
reaps a soul: me
and with a smile, surrender
and with a smile, remember
as the night moves surely on
we don't have to last forever
we've just got to beat the dawn.
It became a race. Not a contest.Stand back,It became a race. Not a contest.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm about to write
with all the coherence of my convictions.
Fuck it, I'm a blind-folded
Diogenes. Wrists bound
to look my doubts of you in the eye.
Can't wash away all that guilt
only cloak it
in the bitter almond scent
of preparing to meet my lover.
Conjoined again, still separated
by the something vaster,
stronger than the Atlantic
You flew across. To turn
my love into your convenience.
Another swallow summer.
until the rest of your flock follow.
A train ride away still A dimension apart.
I'll hibernate all autumn
and maybe once October marks
Three hundred and sixty four days
since you took the competition out of me.
Once last October's marks heal.
I'll be able to see
with some clarity and consequence.
It's Bonka o'clockWhen the clock strikes late,It's Bonka o'clock2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you're still awake,
Watch your Wheatleys everyone
'Cause the Bonkaman's come
It's Bonka o'clock
She's come to run amok
And you won't survive the night
'Cause it's Bonka o'clock
Don't try to hide
You'll only make it worse
There's no place to hide
'Cause SHE'S a-comin' to get you
Wheatley, you've been warned
One sound and you're gone
You don't have a chance
'Cause it's Bonka o'clock
SHE'S here at the door,
Keep your ear to the floor
And your Wheatleys away from it all
'Cause the Bonkaman's come
It's Bonka o'clock,
And it's Bonka o'clock
Satyrs: religionSatyrs: religion2 years ago in Settings More Like This
In the view of the satyrs, they are the elder sisters and brothers of the rest of the world, even though they were created last of all being according to their creation myth. Their status as elder siblings has more to do with their reason for existing; they have been placed in charge of taking care of their world the way their own older children take care of the younger. They themselves are themselves are watched over and guided by two orders of supernatural beings: the Presences, helpful, usually anonymous ancestral spirits who live in sacred places and objects, and the Powers, more distant, godlike beings that are not so much concerned with the ins and outs of daily life.
The Powers and the satyr creation myth
The Powers are what humans would call gods, although the satyrs believe they coalesced out of the primordial disorder of the universe and crafted the rest of it into shape making them technically more demiurges than gods. The Powers are vastly powerful (as th
Precious.Trust; it's so easy to break, and difficult to patch up.Precious.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
But still something it takes tens, hundreds, of times to tear apart before you can finally see the cage of someone's ribs, skull,
Closing around organs so precious that if they don't overtake you with the sense of life, then you would be drawn out of those
Carefully built walls and kept outside of someone's trust and that someone would not remember how you broke them but you would remember how they broke you.
It's hard to imagine that something so precious, something that can be conveyed through such negativity, fragility, notoriously treasonous,
That it could be contained by five letters of the alphabet,
Two of them the same, like how two can completely obliterate these walls of trust, until there
Is nothing left at all, and less pieces to rebuild, except for two, being exactly the same,
Like two puzzle pieces that don't fit no matter how you try to put them together,
Like the two lette
Since When Were You a Junkie?With everything that's been going downSince When Were You a Junkie?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I haven't really taken out the time to look around
And see everything that I used to have, used to be
And talk to whoever was once important to me.
Now I'm seeing you on the corner of the street
And you're snorting crack, shooting meth and ecstasy
Whatever happened to you?
You know, you're only sixteen
And yet the whole world is falling apart at your feet.
How are all those older guys at Lake Highland Prep?
Rubbing on you, revealing what you used to leave kept?
Put your clothes back on, girl; what you're doing is wrong
You know, you're only sixteen so you just play along.
You're a dime hitter, baby
I'm a wrist slitter
Maybe we can come to some sort of pact before we get hurt.
We can start to talk to again
You can meet all my friends
And maybe all of this badness can start to revert.
I've just been noticing that since August 18, 2010
I lost it, got it back, found new friends, new love all when
The old ones that I knew were way worse off and losing
The Cat of the CanalsWeaving beneath the blanket of a tattered bannerThe Cat of the Canals2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bearing the symbol of a forlorn wolf, alone
Her outlook is both simple and plain in manner
Though she thinks with resourcefulness unknown.
Quick of mind and dexterous of hand
Leaping from the rungs of life
Torn from a life considered to be grand
And tossed into turmoil and strife.
And even amongst her enemy, her face is a mystery
Never showing importance or betraying her thoughts
For her goal is no longer a victory
But surviving the obstacles which she is brought.
And still she lives on in the hands of another
Passed from life to life
Unshaken by the loss of a father and mother
And reaping what may be reaped with a knife.
To the child in WarYou've lost your home, and lost your peopleTo the child in War2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You stand alone, in grim disaster
Your house destroyed, forever after
Your parents gone just like your laughter
Remember when you played there, my child?
Pretending as if you're a dancer?
Remember when your little friend came by?
And raced to see if he was faster?
And then you beat him at the race
And laughed at him and made a face
But now, my child there's no such place
For it was wrecked by airplanes
That rained explosives and grenades
I swear my child, I'll wipe those tears
Someday when I have lost my fears
The fears that you have never had
Your little heart, never learned to fear
Someday you'll grow up and wonder why
Your dad was shot by another guy
You'll want to know what happened when
Your house exploded in July
And why your mom was in the den
And why she too, just had to die
You'd blame yourself for leaving them
And hate yourself because you've survived
My child, you'll learn to fear armed men
My child you'll know that your world has
Gods of WarGods of war,Gods of War2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Battle torn eyes,
Hearts are sore,
What malevolent lies.
Tear your enemy,
Limb from limb,
Don't think of their families,
For judgement wears thin.
Put a bullet,
Between his eyes,
As you laugh,
His wife cries.
You seem cruel,
How could you?,
But that's the rule,
He'd have done the same.
Hills of bone,
Soil of flesh.
Love and HateA trail of blood leading from the bed,Love and Hate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It stained the white sheets,
A body of a man lay,
She was sure,
Her eyes were that of dead fish,
No emotion at all,
Bruises on her cheek and chest,
Remember how you beat me,
And said I was a worthless slut?
I gave you Love,
You gave me hate,
Love, hate such a fine line they say,
Love is something magical,
Hate is something twisted,
Twisted like the blade I put through your heart,
You said you were leaving,
You are leaving to hell.
Waitress WantedWaitress Wanted2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"God damn it! I can't find any place that I can work!" Robert yelled, at no in particular. Robert was 18 years old, had short spiky brown hair, was 5' 6, and had a medium build. He has been looking for a job for three days, but with no luck. He kicked a can from his path and sat down on a bench. He had no idea how he was going to find one, the province he lived in was not in a rescission, and was doing extremely well.
"I wish there was a place that was just opening," Robert said to himself, a gust of wind came, bringing a newspaper to his face, taking the newspaper off he saw that in the adds, was a new restaurant opening, and that it needs new workers.
He looked through the add, and saw that the restaurant opened today. Putting down the direction on a receipt that he had, and ran off.
Robert stared at the restaurant that was in front of him. The restaurant was about the size of a company owned restaur
princesshydrogen lungs bound inprincess7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
galactic ribs are under
we left the moon on repeat,
and the sun died drunk in
the avalanche of night.
but it's alright this time,
because she can always
A Mad Man's HavenI riddled my mind with riddles I don't know,A Mad Man's Haven2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Until alas I have defeated the riddler
But now my mind has no room to grow
And I am delivered unto the fiddler.
The fiddler fiddles and tiddles on ale
With vittles of all kinds upon his table
We feast upon roasted nightingale
And take the innocence of all those able.
And gamble, we gamble and ramble about,
We run and we scramble and play away the day.
This is the life rewarded to the devout,
Who walk the walk and stay the way.
EnchantressI searched naught for sorrow,Enchantress2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It sought me out.
In the rain of the chilly still night,
With eyes like polished rubies
She said unto me the title of man;
He who is doomed, paradise seeker.
They should never be learned
Justice falls into venerated souls
While she cries with the wind.
And from the sill of my window
Calling to this enchantress, I sigh
Not being heard, now or ever
And with the wind I cry.
Stand StrongI stand in awe at the strong winds blowingStand Strong2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hurricanes rising and tornadoes growing
Housing blown away and long hair flowing
Killing the crops of this year's sowing.
Stay strong, dear brothers; Strong in disaster
Stout in the winds that blow ever faster
Stay strong for your children, strong for your wives,
To get to the morning you must first traverse the night.
Haiku Series--The Vermin RacesThe auburn canidHaiku Series--The Vermin Races2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
A wound sprung of molten leaves
The creature called fox.
Flits in the pitch-dabbed treetops
Marten rides again.
No morsel is missed
Jeweler’s paws and soft whiskers
The rat searches on.
A dance of weasels
The challenge is heads or tails
As they whirl about.
A word to these beasts
Sad is your state, much maligned
Mankind fails most all.
Am I a PoetCoffee stained skinAm I a Poet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& ink stained heart
elegant hands over flowing with words
that's not me but
I still want my fingertips to paint pages
with burning metaphors
yet my inspiration is only wilting song birds
with hollow chests
Am I a poet
with my empty veins
and lack of tragic eyes