thunder perfect mindthunder perfect mind10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was sent forth from the power,
and I have come to those who reflect upon me,
and I have been found among those who seek after me.
Look upon me, you who reflect upon me,
and you hearers, hear me.
You who are waiting for me, take me to yourselves.
And do not banish me from your sight.
And do not make your voice hate me, nor your hearing.
Do not be ignorant of me anywhere or any time. Be on your guard!
Do not be ignorant of me.
For I am the first and the last.
I am the honored one and the scorned one.
I am the whore and the holy one.
I am the wife and the virgin.
I am and the daughter.
I am the members of my mother.
I am the barren one
and many are her sons.
I am she whose wedding is great,
and I have not taken a husband.
I am the midwife and she who does not bear.
I am the solace of my labor pains.
I am the bride and the bridegroom,
and it is my husband who begot me.
I am the mother of my father
and the sister of my husband
and he is my offspring.
I am the slave of him who prepared me
Ode to an Unlikely HeroOde to an Unlikely Hero11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the rain you stood a shivering cast,
Weathering storms as would Atlas
On retreat. Many muses hole you fast,
But you strum their words on thread, tactless.
Apollo never rode his carriage
On the brink of midnight. You tried to,
Speaking like Ares about love and marriage.
I laughed then--you would fly through.
Did Orpheus brave the depths of Hell?
I thought it might have been you in black.
Trying charm with satyrs' songs, well,
They say to follow, never look back.
But in my own mythology, you--
Never god or king, but twice as true
My PersephoneMy Persephone12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
MY PERSEPHONE - 6.7.2003
Blue fire and virgin sacrifice
Riddled with ghosts,
Hovering like twilight before the darkest moon.
Fall dances promise nothing
But a cruel, lonely winter
With death sitting beside me
Breathing icily down my neck,
Reveling in the emtpiness
Of snow, sorrow, and darkness.
The wheel turns...
Alone in the world of the dead
While I roamed the world of the living,
Just as empty inside,
Memories floated gently through my head
No longer daggers to my temples
To my heart
But merely memories.
Mysteriously drifting between the mists
Pink with the rising of the sun
My Persephone returns to me,
Points me in the direction
I\'ve been meaning to go all along.
It is alright to be alone in the dark...
You showed me that it is alright
To be dark, to yearn for solitude
And to revel in it.
No longer am I alone in my solitude.
Although I am filled with dispair at times
Being trapped in an Underworld prison of thought
There is always the Su
PersephonePersephone10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She waits in the darkness,
Longing for the light,
The chirping of birds,
And the blooming flowers.
The earth misses her too,
For only her beauty,
Her presence and grace,
Can bring it back to life.
The world of the living,
And the realm of the dead,
Take turns with her,
In every six turns of the moon.
She belongs there,
For she is the goddess of harvest,
But she also belongs here,
For she is the queen of the dead.
Regret: AphroditeRegret: Aphrodite9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Regret!? And why should I regret my gift?
My love and beauty all desire - all!"
Then prettily the goddess puffed and sniffed,
"I'm seafoam-sired: immortal! Not a doll!
And yet you'd trap me with your chain and ball.
This marriage set by Zeus: a dusty joke:
and now you'd wrap me in your net? The gall!
The gall! The gall! I'm weary of your smoke,
the endless fumes of forge and iron and coke,
your wounded eyes that only wish to serve!
Then serve me now! My passions have awoke."
She gasped as coarsened hands explored each curve.
Then gasped again as Aphrodite came,
and fleeting thought, "I wish he wasn't lame!"
The form is of course, a Spenserian sonnet, which interleaves the rhyme scheme of lines from one stanza to the next.
HadesThe darkness of your romanceHades9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fades to gray before my eyes
You know I hate your truths
As much as I adore your lies
You left me in the autumn,
Like Persephone in fall
And I never will accept the fact
That you're just a mortal after all.
PandoraPandora10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The very first woman,
Mankind's gift and curse,
A gift for man to adore,
And the curse that plagues him.
Molded by Hephaestus,
Out of silt and clay,
The masterpiece of his hands,
Like man but different.
Zeus breathed her to life,
Athena made her intelligent,
There is no knowledge or craft,
She does not know.
The Graces made her charming,
Apollo endowed her music,
With a nightingale's voice,
She could shame the Sirens.
In beauty and grace,
With curiosity and cunning,
Of that of Hermes' trickery.
Thereof her name,
That means all–gifted,
The finest creation,
Fashioned by the gods.
She was taken down to earth,
As a wife to Epimetheus,
Blinded by her perfect beauty,
He forgets his brother's warning.
As a wedding present,
The gods gave her a box,
But she was firmly warned,
Never to open it.
The beautiful box,
Came form the very depths,
Of the realms of Hades,
Where all evil is sealed.
In her every waking hour,
She would trace her fingers,
On the box's intricate design,
Persephone - Queen of the DeadPersephone, Queen of the DeadPersephone - Queen of the Dead8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
My birth name is Kore, but modern readers may only know me by the name Persephone; the name my husband gave to me on our wedding day many long centuries ago. You see I am the consort of Hades, the God of the Underworld, known by some as the Queen of the Dead. Throughout the centuries since I took my place within the Underworld, at my husbands side, I have heard many tales of how my uncle, the God Hades, kidnapped me while I was picking flowers with the daughter of Oceanos, the Sea Nymphs, one bright, sunny day; how as I screamed and struggled with all my might, he seized me and dragged me to the world below. These stories relate that once I was concealed within the depths of the Earth, he raped me and forced me to eat the food of the dead, ensuring that I would never be allowed to return to the world of the living. These myths continue with my mother Demeter, the Godd
Theseus and the MinotaurThe CharactersTheseus and the Minotaur7 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
PASIPHAE: The Cretan queen, played by a man in drag.
MINOS: The Cretan king, and villain of the piece.
ARIADNE: A beautiful young servant girl.
DAEDALUS: A young craftsman of weak stature.
A wealthy palace in ancient Crete. PASIPHAE is dusting down one of many urns with a feather duster, humming to herself. She finishes dusting the urn, turns towards another and notices the audience.
PASIPHAE: Oh! Hello, boys and girls!
PASIPHAE: No, no, no, no, no! Im afraid that wont do. I am Queen Pasiphae of Crete, you know! When you see me, and I say, Hello, boys and girls!, then you must say, Greetings, your royal majesty! Now, shall we try that again? Hello, boys and girls!
PASIPHAE: Well, you could use some practice, but thatll have to do for now. (Begi
Bifocles and ContaculonThe Tale of Bifocles and ContaculonBifocles and Contaculon8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By Nellie Melton
Binoculus, the god of glass, was a lonely god. Being the god of glass, he was fragile in all ways, both physically and emotionally. Since his feelings were often hurt, he was not very well liked, and was visited only by the god of depression and upset, Angstes. One day, when Angstes was supposed to show up to play cards with him, he was nowhere to be found. The truth was, Angstes had become caught up in a web of teenage drama emitting from a high school somewhere, and could not make it to Binoculus's home.
This made Binoculus very upset, as he knew very well how lonely he was, and he wished dearly that he would one day be able to have a son to keep him company. Magenera, the goddess of giving, heard this, and swooped down to see him. She ended up bearing him a son, who was named Bifocles, the glasses god. Magenera was delighted with this new invention the boy could create, and in her usual giving way, she flew down to Earth an
AcheronAcheronAcheron9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flowing like the tears of a broken heart,
Trickling by as it continues on,
Never stopping always flowing,
As I cry it into the ocean below.
Sorrow moves this river,
Through all courses both rocky and smooth,
Always winding down the final stretch,
But never reaching the end.
Staring into its depths below me,
I see the faces of those before me,
Staring up with sadness in their eyes,
Still crying the tears consumed by this beast.
With hatred I push away,
Only to return another time in the future,
With more tears and sorrows to pour,
Into this river ever flowing unto the apocalypse.
Warrior SimpaticoWarrior Simpatico12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i watched you become
born under unknown stars
scorning unchosen scars
deceit conveyed in cold breaths
dark spirits bickering on each shoulder
as though you were already dead
palm trees wrapped bareness but for a cloth draped
you would rustle in wind together, simpatico;
a citron in a foreign place
negotiating scraps of sustainability
adorning spattered ignorance in blossoming crevasses
while willowy flesh entertains
sharp edges of steel
into mountainous whisper
providing repressed hope,
plunging Rechev, your sword,
through bellies of beasts.
Akiba the philosopher's
silenced secret sins
serving selfish design
and charmed chanting
masses to amass
dancing bodies and sparks
adhere to it
just as feather and parchment
adhere to them;
Akiba the cunning
chose this tale I'd tell
for two thousand years
of a hero and his holy man
not of a warrior
sporting dead citron signets
as he plun
DuskIn the shade of this fiery tree, there is peace for your wantingsDusk7 years ago in Other More Like This
The sky this evening is awash in gold.
Décor of desire
against her chamber floor.
She came to me,
on that silent Sunday.
My newly wed one
All shadow and eros
Too sweaty for saris.
She Adorns me
First talk, then touch
the tinkle of her laughter
transformed into rain
I am a modest man.
I spoke of intricacy,
sang of sex
but I knew nothing of feverish love
I do now
The sensuality of submission;
the ties that bind
with the tang of blood
We are no longer beginning
wade her arched back
illusions where love lies in the brain.
All is gravel now.
I let her undress me.
in the tremble of her lips
We dont have time to kiss.
We must cut the long lesson short.
Something so fleeting
inflames me all the more.
What constellation of needs led me to love?
I cry out,
but it satisfies nothing.
I am silenced
in her ragged whisper
her eyes are beyond
100 hits: Fallen WarriorFarewell to thee, brave soldier of the desert sands100 hits: Fallen Warrior8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We bid thee goodbye, in lasting peace and serenity
Fallen warrior, find providence in the cold night
Let your footsteps fall in steadfast grace
On the path illuminated by His torch
It's pure light burning as brightly as the wisps of Fêng-Huang
May your journey find you at peace, dear Brother,
Once you cross those lonely roads
Fallen warrior, leave behind thy memory to blaze
Fervently aglow in our hearts an eternity's depth
Your Honour never forgotten, sung for generations
Do not hesitate to go unto thy fate, we will soon follow
And those who still dwell this living Earth,
Remember his name not in pain or sorrow
Nay, for he will dwell in the golden fields of Elysium,
Forevermore glorious in eternal rest
Amongst those who bore fame the Halls of Valhalla
Fallen warrior, phoenix returning to the ashes.
Just Like ThatJust Like That10 years ago in Teen More Like This
Just Like That
The last time I was at a sleepover was probably four years ago when I was only twelve. It was the summer before junior high. It was then that my best friend and I decided to throw away our juvenile habits and grow up. It seemed like such a logical step at the time. We were starting junior high, and we were going to be teenagers. It was only normal that we stopped something as childish as sleepovers, right? Sleepovers were for little boys, and we were certainly no longer children. Despite our resolution, we decided to have at least one last sleepover right before school started. Strangely, even to this day, its memory is still vivid in my mind.
We did all the typical things that boys our age would do. I attempted new recipes which he ultimately tasted for me. He somehow convinced me to be the guinea pig in some of his newer (and more explosive) experiments. Oh, and we often sat on the couch together, talking about new and old literature. Hm…well now that I think ab
Zutara Week: Day 5It was many years ago the two souls first met. She was the unexpected, while he stood out. She was cool and he was warm. He was everything that represented good, while she was dark. She was caring, and he was not. She was patient, while he was stubborn. She was powerful at night; he was most powerful at day. Her season was winter, while his was summer. He had light golden hair; she had black hair. Her eyes were blue; his were gold. The odds of them two meeting were in the least likely of chances. Her fear of light, and his fear of darkness kept them apart. But destiny was to have them meet. The stars will watch as the two lovers will soon meet.Zutara Week: Day 57 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The world was young. Oh so young for no wisdom. It was the moon that looked after it. The sun would never dare touch the moon's presence at the west of earth. Not under her protection so he scouted east. She was known by many names of the people that look after her. Without her life would be unsteady. Without him life wouldn't exist a
Why Humans DieIn the days when Man and Beast were on speaking terms and the rivers shimmered with untainted waters, Man was immortal.Why Humans Die7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
There were far fewer people in the world, of course, but even then, one youth in particular stood out from his kinsfolk. His name was Alden and he alone still valued life. When his cousins would waste their days in idleness, he roamed the woods. As his aunts and uncles sat at the campfires and bickered, he explored the mountains. He spoke with the animals and learned their secrets; he mastered all manner of talents and skills. On stormy nights he made up stories to tell his family, weaving magic with his words that penetrated even their jaded spirits.
Although Alden reveled in the world around him, one day it came to the attention of the gods that much of their handiwork was unappreciated. Man simply didnt care, they saw. Alden traveled and experienced the wonders of the land but none of his human friends ever joined him. The gods became angry. Why sh
Dancing IrishDancing Irish10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The night would last forever
on that warm summers eve
for my father would come to visit
and a child's heart would believe.
He ran his fingers through my hair,
cupped my cheeks and smiled.
then he knelt and kissed the top of my head
our special way of saying "hi".
We sat outside on the front porch
listening to the quiet sound of the rain.
My father said, "It's the dancing Irish,
The dance on rooftops when it rains.
They're small, these Irish folk.
Can you hear their tiny feet?
They dance merrily and heartily
to the rains swift, falling beat."
I ran into the middle of the yard
laughing, "I wanna dance too!"
So I began to boogie in my nighty
With no socks, and of course, no shoes.
Laughing, my father joined me
and together we danced till we were dizzy.
Dancing like true Irish folk,
Merry, barefoot, and free.
But my smile faded when I saw the roof.
Pointing, I cried out
"There's no small Irish people!"
I huffed and turned about.
My dad only smiled and said
"They're spirits, invisible to th
persephone's redpersephone's red8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a small boy was looking
for something red
a wonderful unspecified thing
whose unshaped shape was yet
to be named
[let's call her his mother]
gave him a pomegranate
which remained for a time
a skull-like lumpy
unexplainable fruit of a thing
a very curious concealing
upon the opening
the pomegranate took shape
when first the boy was able
the sweet ruby seed of grenadine
he tasted the compilation of things
satisfied by the fruit of contingencies
he understood how the world would wait
quiet in shadows of winter's hour
Hercules and Polycephales pt 3 Hercules and PolycephalesHercules and Polycephales pt 38 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hercules woke up with sand in his mouth and the bright light of late morning glaring through his eyelids. He could feel cold seawater lapping around his legs. His head was woozy.
-"What happened?"- he thought.
-"You were dying,"- his own mind answered.
-"You were drowning."-
He could feel a building sensation in his mind.
The welling feeling was forming a wave...a wave like the one that had crushed them.
The memory wave crashed down on him.
Hercules sat up with a cry.
His steel blue eyes looked out across a calm expanse of dark teal sea. He scrambled to his feet and started to shout for his men, but something jerked on his left arm and he heard a cry of pain. Polycephales lay on the beach beside him. Wet sand sugared his naked flesh and water sparkled on his skin. He was holding his sh
KillKill9 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You are the one we despise
Day in day out your words compromise lives
Hear the voices of devastation
My mind brainwashed with lies, its the christian's molestation
Father Satan, let me just unholy sins
Run rampant and KILL the CHRISTIANS
Kill the Christians (6x's)
Innocent bystanders are subjected to the horror
Gruesome displays give rise to a most rightoues furor
Congregation congregated in his house of god
The masses lied to, forced to bow their heads and nod
Bastard of the cross relentlessly strike fear
Preaching lies of his future coming here
Sins of seven written never to be told
Yet they are commited as man grows old
They told you he was the savior anything else is all lies
For this his word
Oath of a FatherOath of a FatherOath of a Father7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can thou hear the call of Odin?
Whispering valkyries, fallen souls.
Can thou see the hall of heroes?
Thou died without a slight remorse.
Go, my son and take thy seat on Odins side
righteous Einherjer, thou have it truly earnt.
And one day we shall meet again
to raise our horns for heathen pride.
The time to rest has not yet come,
the sword is thirsty, hungering for revenge.
My heart is full of anger, its shaking in condemnation
won't stop poundering till thoure avenged.
Hear the battle cry and the tune of the blade
as it cut's down your murderer full of hate.
This shattered look on the Christian face
so terrified and frightened, my mind can never erase.
Many battles I survived,
fed the ravens and Odin's might.
Pledged allegiance to my lord
now laying down this bloody sword.
The breath goes deep, the mind goes blank
Hearing shouts as my body sank.
and with trembling voice on the battlefield
I can hear myself whispering:
"The oath of a father, it'
The Colour of TimeThe Colour of Time10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the Nihilists that declare Beauty does not exist,
And to the Philistines that declare her to be dead
May I thus present, forthwith, this humble diatribe,
The most offensive thing, that either of them have read.
Simple strokes of ferrous ink, to the writer,
Is like unto the painter, dabs of turpentine,
In the process of the blending and mixing
Of colours, and hues – of rhythms, and rhymes.
But a careless line written can strike or kill,
For words on a page are armies of great might –
The pen could be the only thing to put a villain down
Or to finally, heroically, set things right.
For, you see, there never has seemed to be any closure
For the tortured souls, trapped in the glass,
Or for the shapeless white puffs up in the sky,
Or the shooting-stars here and gone, so fast.
They come, and they go, inside a shining beyond
Glanced at but briefly, in this Mirror of Illusion,
Dying in agony when a second passes,
Buried forever in shattered confusion.
Now what if, instead of
Goten Yokai - Naruto fanficA spikey yellow- haired yokai layed peacefully underneath the shade of a tree, without a care in the world. It was a nice breezy day and he decided to take a nap after a long morning of exploring the forest , as usual... He took a deep breath as sleep became upon him. His eyes begain to feel heavy when a loud sound like thunder startled him and he jumped up, looking around hesently for the source of the noise. Who the hell would disturb me from my sleep! His eyes widen as he witnessed the trees starting to fall like domninos, and he heard lots of voices as well. He craved for a closer look.. The yokai saw a large cloud of smoke coming from where the trees were falling and sounds of screaming and cries for help. Oh kami! The village! He ran towards the village and managed to hide behind some big boulders close by. He couldn't beleve what he was seeing! Humans! In their forest! He watched as the men raided the village, a chill went up the little yokai's spine as he watched his clan beingGoten Yokai - Naruto fanfic8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This