Cicero DialogueCicero DialogueCicero Dialogue3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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"Ah, but there has not been a Listener in years and years. Our lady has not chosen Cicero... and certainly not Astrid. Or anyone. But someday..."
"Ah! It doesn't matter, what's done is done, right? Cicero is here, as is the Night Mother. Joy of joys!"
"Ahh, another member of the family, hello, hello! So very good to meet you!"
"Alright! So Cicero attacked that harlot Astrid! But what's a fool to do when his mother is slandered and mocked? Surely the Listener understands!"
"And another soul for Sithis."
"And he says to the man, 'That's not a horker, that's my wife!' Hahhahhahahha, ah, I love that one."
"And I said to the baker, 'You're not dead, you're a faker. But if that's your wish, I'll oblige.'"
"And if I spy a singing bird, I'll snap its neck before it's heard."
"And killed them in his honor."
"And now we come to the end of our play! The grand... finale!"
"And there IS NO LISTENER!"
"And what do you do, hmm?! Nothing! Not... not that I
A Very Skyrim ChristmasT'was the night before Christmas, and all through Whiterun,A Very Skyrim Christmas2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a living thing was outside,
Except the guards, and Whiterun's local bum
Jarl Balgruuf was in bed, a bed fit for the Lord,
In hopes that St. Nick would bring him a Sword;
In the small house known as Breezehome, Lydia did slumber,
Wishing that for Christmas she would get a Sword of Thunder;
And Archer set out some milk and a sweet roll,
Preparing for the arrival of Santa, so he wouldn't get coal;
He had no idea what this man looked like,
But he hoped that he'd visit, possibly this night
He yawned tiredly, and then scratched his head,
Before going upstairs to sleep in his bed.
In the morning, he hoped, he would have some nice presents…
Well, after all, he'd been kind to the peasants,
When suddenly, in the living room, Archer did hear,
A large man was present… when did he appear?
With a focus, then a cast, Archer was see-through,
So he could sneak behind a chair, and see what the man would do.
He wore a large red
LovelustYou are the moon,Lovelust2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
That crowned queen of the night sky,
And I fall to you,
A slain enemy
To an angel's sword,
Stabbed through and through,
I fall to you.
Do not talk to me of that poison,
That seeps through a fool's mind
And brings folly, makes you blind;
I won't fall to that
Insidious insinuation of affection.
Not for you.
Not for anyone.
And yet I do.
I love you.
I wish to be with you,
But without that which
Would come if I were with you.
I wish to be with and without,
With what I would have
And without what I will have;
But all roads point to
You, what are you?
That rides along the road
And which I would gladly throw myself under?
I would certainly throw myself under you.
The great She.
The great Perhaps;
The master of me.
Love. Love. Love.
A loaded gun.
A pain sweet as cyanide,
And try as I might,
I cannot hide
From the lightning storm rage
Of the notorious Perhaps,
And it feels like a relapse
To fall into you.
I used t
Lonely But Not Alone...It saddens me to knowLonely But Not Alone...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that you don't talk to me no more
It turns my heart to stone
each time you left me alone
how did it end this way?
can't you please stay...?
I don't wanna lose you
not before I die too
I didn't believe you'd do this
rip my heart to bits
I didn't believe you'd do this
'cause I was so masochist
I'm a fucking coward
for my happiness won't last an hour
I hide in self-pity
for my scars are too filthy
If you hear my sobs in the night
remember for you I'd fight
You had me at the palm of your hand
yet, alone, you made me stand
The light in your eyes
have riddled my cries
the light in your eyes
turned yourself to a lie
Not one person can take your place
yet anyone knows your disgrace
They all have a presence
yet only yours I can sense
I've made myself blind
leaving only YOU in my mind
-i.-6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
we are young and
we are the wild youth, with our
larger dreams, our symphonies and chords
(louder and louder)
with our dark-dusted alabaster skin,
brushed with galaxies: touched with
light, we are
the ones who bleed ink and write until we can no more
creating worlds from our fingertips,
unfolding lives and stories and the
imperious shadows from our dreams. we turn
and we sleep
and we dream.
chasing visions through our heads
running after the wind of dreams and falling after
our reckless and wild thoughts
across windblown moors and sun dappled forest
carnation- red rose faces, pure
turn their heads toward the golden sun,
nodding in the wind,
revealing secrets we've only begun to figure out ourselves.
dark navy skies, stormed tosses and churning
the tempests of doubt rage our minds
and lightning flickers across our skin:
we break fragile butterfly wings and
shake off the dust, it is nothing; it is
rain- pouring down, buckets of silver cascades, in
the land where we spi
The Lone WolfI am a lone wolf, you can see it in my eyesThe Lone Wolf9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way I hold my heart, the way I hold my pride
I will stay strong of body, strong of will
In the cold breeze that I walk along
The memories, the betrayal burn within me
it feels like forever
since I've cried, the pain the sorrow
I never spoke of the tears
I never showed my fears
I never opened up to anyone
I will always be that strong
No regrets 'cause I got nothing to lose
so I will live my life as I choose
now I'm standing on the edge
trying not to fall
I am a lone wolf
But like anyone
I crave for company
A pack to call my own
To have someone that will give me their support
To have someone that will help me up when I am down
But most of all to have someone that will care for me
For the wolf I am inside
Is that somewhere waiting for me?
Somewhere that I belong
Or will I always live like this?
Always the lone wolf!
LonelyThere was a time when I loved to be aloneLonely8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I was never lonely
I would escape into a book or a movie or just my own thoughts
Then one day I let you inside
I found that life was far sweeter when it was shared
But now you're gone and I am alone once more
And I am always lonely
Lone Wolf's CryYou walk alone,Lone Wolf's Cry7 years ago in Open More Like This
You are the Wolf that walks alone.
You have no friends, none of your kind,
Will there ever be a friend for you to find?
You walk in sadness, and despair,
No one to love you, anywhere.
The world is cruel,
The world is mean,
You walk alone,
This is your prayer,
A mournful song,
You have never had anywhere to belong.
This is your howl,
Your sad, sad cry.
Crying beneath the open sky.
Does anyone hear you?
Are you truly alone?
Does anyone care about you?
And your bitter moan?
Others walk for you not to find,
They dont care, they have peace of mind.
You walk alone on a desolate plain,
Will you ever have a home again?
Will anyone cry, weep, wail, or moan,
At the death of the Wolf that walks alone?
THE VENTRILIOQUISTEveryone wants to create peace with peace,THE VENTRILIOQUIST2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
But this world has been formed by bloodshed.
The ground we walk on, the system we live by.
We fuel every day to keep the car running.
The things we buy those nice shoes with, keep the wars funded,
And we wonder why the barrels are hot, like the throat from the trumpet.
See, I’ve decided that us people live by the game of peek-a-boo.
Hands closed over our face during the night time,
Hands open and out forward for the bright shine.
Either we don’t want work to get what we want,
Or don’t want to do what is necessary to get what we want,
But expect everything in the world to change at the swipe of a wand.
If history is doomed to repeat itself
The present must do what hasn’t been done so the future can create itself.
So for us that wants peace without war,
All of our actions need spoken words.
We all must be ventriloquist.
Everything we do must have a message
That speaks volumes,
To where we are all walking books,
Each one a
From an Insecure GirlfriendI'm sorry for the excess of apologiesFrom an Insecure Girlfriend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And for all the thoughts that I've indulged
For dealing with the summer full of insecurities
That I only half-divulged
It's not easy living as an irrational being
That's motivated by her fear
But I could stand the poison I feed myself
If it stayed out of your atmosphere
I'm just a little lost, and a little dazed
At having someone that finds me fit
I've never had something this remarkable before
But I doubt I could have held on to it
And though I continue to learn and grow
To the shadow of the girl you deserve
There's still that something deep within
Controlled by assumptions both grand and absurd
And if I seem afraid of losing you
It's not that I don't believe your words
It's because I don't trust myself to keep you,
As is the way with cowards
But even though I'm a living mess,
A bundle of chaos upon your life,
That doesn't change that as long as I'm yours
You will make me feel alright
I know you say you're nothing amazing
Well, darling, neither am
The Monster WithinIn the northern reaches of Whiterun Hold, the autumn winds blew coldly across the highlands. Whiterun Hold had not yet seen its first snowfall, but the promise of it hung in the air, a chill that stung the cheeks and nipped the nose each time it blew past. The effect was felt throughout the land. Animals had begun to prepare for hibernation, and each day the amount of birdsong in the air dwindled. Most of the trees in the forests were turning more bare with each passing day, surrendering the leaves from their lofty boughs. Only the hardy evergreens, remaining true to their name, seemed unaffected by the approaching Winter.The Monster Within3 months ago in Horror More Like This
In this isolated reach of Whiterun Hold, a horse-drawn wagon slowly ambled down the road. It was loaded with the personal belongings of the family it transported and the traveling equipment they would need to safely traverse the wilds of Skyrim. A middle-aged Nord with salt-and-pepper hair and stubble sat in the driver’s seat with his wife beside him, a Nord wo
You're like a drugYou're like a drug,You're like a drug1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
My own supply of heroine,
One taste is all I needed,
Before I was hooked.
You're like a drug,
Your scent gets me high,
I float on cloud nine,
Every time I remember you.
You're like a drug,
Your touch leaves me breathless,
I always have you on my mind,
I see your face in my dreams.
You're like a drug,
The way you affect me,
A way nobody has been able to,
Not until I met you.
You're my drug,
I breathe you in,
I feel you coursing through me,
You're the blood in my veins,
All of me belongs to you.
You're my drug,
I'm addicted to you,
And the funny thing?
I wouldn't trade you for anything.
I live for the high,
For the life you give me,
For the joy you bring,
For the memories we share.
You're my drug,
I love you like crazy,
I'll never have enough of you,
You're on my mind endlessly
WoundAre not the wounds of the mindWound4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the wounds of the body?
Is sickness any lesser
If suffered mentally
Rather than physically?
All fire burns
All ice chills
All wounds hurt
Just because one does not bleed
Does not mean
One is not wounded
The body can mend
But the mind suffers
Magnus, between Creation and AetheriusMagnus, between Creation and Aetherius3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Praised be Magnus, the One, the Architect, the Sun of Nirn, the Gate between Creation and Aetherius.
Magicka flows through Magnus, who is Its Creator and Master. In Nirn, the coexistence of Change and Stasis produces the perfect foundation to Magicka and Time.
With Time we obtain Change, and with Magicka, we can See Change and Change the Nothing. The Creation from Nothing, and from Nothing, the Change.
From the Heart of Change, deep in the Void, the Nothing becomes Something, and then, Time begins. But Time does not Read the Stasis, but is used to See the Change, and with Change, comes Nirn.
The Dawn's Beauty, Part of Creation, Change in Nothing, Time in Stasis.
The Creation Itself is Magicka.
AV LATTA OIOBALA
Morokei, Glorious Dovah Priest.
Cicero Tribute: On the HuntAnd if I spy a sitting manCicero Tribute: On the Hunt3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll strike him down
Before he stands
And if I spy a cunning thief
I'll slit his tongue
Before he speaks
And if I spy an eccentric priest
I'll pierce his throat
Before he screams
And if I spy a conjuring mage
I'll expel their familiar
Before it's raised
And if I spy a sweeping maid
I'll steal her sweetroll
Before it's glazed
Nobody Expects...Ho-ho, hee-hee,Nobody Expects...1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Break the lute across my kneeeeeeeeee!
The short, red-haired Imperial man in a jester's motley - which had obviously seen better days - whirled round on one spot, dancing to a tune only he could hear, the gilded tips of his boots drawing wild patterns on the dusty floor.
His right-hand neighbour, a rather pale, scarred Bosmer with sharp, angular features and a dark-purple line running across his lips, let out an exasperated sigh.
'Cicero, please,' he muttered wearily, rubbing his temples, 'If you insist on tagging along, can you at least be quiet?!'
The jester stopped his dancing and stuck his thumbs under his belt, his lower lip pushed forward in an offended grimace. 'That was Cicero being quiet!'
The woman standing in front of the two, an Imperial with dark-brown hair in a loose ponytail and curious markings on her face, turned back and gave the Bosmer a sympathetic smile.
'I can feel your pain!' she said with a meaningful nod. 'Last time I went to one o
O/K: She didn't need to pack'Hey Ogmund - check this out!'O/K: She didn't need to pack2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Kiara swallowed the huge chunk of pastry she had been luxuriating in chewing, leaned closely towards her skald friend's ear, her blue eyes alive with dancing mischievous sparks, and, ignoring the disapproving growl of her faithful hound, who lay dozing in the firelight at her feet, half-whispered, half-sang, almost burying her face in Ogmund's mangy mane of grey hair,
We drink to our youth,
To days come and gone,
For the elven oppression
Is just about done!
We will drive out the Thalmor
From this land that we own,
With our blood and our steel
We will take back our home!
You aren't our kings!
In honour of Talos
We drink and we sing!
'The ending is same as always,' she concluded, drawing away from the old skald and allowing herself to raise her voice to its usual cheerfully shrill pitch. 'Me and my friends at the Bards' College made it up, all by ourselves! Boy, was Viarmo angry at us - because we kept everyone awake for hours, in
The JesterSinister laughter fills the voidThe Jester3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Until,with a flicker of light,
A smiling fool calls with a knife.
It was but a moment,before
The target fell to the floor.
Silence,but then insane laughter
All for the fallen's slaughter.
So now,when darkness falls tonight,
Beware,beware,of madness fright
For,as the Fool of Hearts once said,
"Madness is merry,and merriment's might-
When the jester comes calling
With his knife in the night."
The Disgrace of LydiaA cautionary tale for young NordsThe Disgrace of Lydia6 days ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once upon a time, not so many years ago, there was a little Nord girl named Lydia. She was a good, obedient child, and studied well, and learned all there was to learn about our people's century-old traditions and bonds of honour - and, among other things, about the main enemy of every true son and daughter of Skyrim. The accursed elves.
Little Lydia was told, time and again, by those who were older than her (and, thus, of course, knew all there was to know about the ways of this world) that 'elf' is just another word for 'evil' (these words even share two letters! That should be proof enough, shouldn't it?). That you should never, ever trust a creature with such a strange - nay, abnormal - face shape and ridiculous pointy ears; and especially eyes that do not have whites in them. That the only language these freaks of nature can understand is the clamour of steel, and if our ancestors did not wipe them all out an age ago, it was certainly not f