80 things learned from TolkienPretty, shiny things are hazardous to your health.80 things learned from Tolkien6 years ago in Humor More Like This
This is because the Law of Attraction is multiplied 100x once you look at them
Hobbits state the overly obvious
Chocolate is nonexistent in Middle-Earth.
Arwen stole Glorfindel's horse.
Beer and Tobacco seem to have a beneficial effect on hobbits
Never make fires in questionable caves
Kick a troll, and your foot will break
Elvish accents are low and whispery
Never sleep in a boat if your Dad is a Pyromaniac
Don't give twins the exact same name
Imitating voices can come in handy
Running at your brother with a sword and shouting at him in old-fashioned language will get you a big time-out
Really, really big dogs are very useful
Being good at riddles can save your life
Giant spiders freak out elves big-time
Elrond should have pushed Isildur into the crack of doom
Sauron once got pwned by a girl
If you insult any of Tùrin's female relatives, you will find yourself impaled on a rock at the bottom of a raging river.
Speaking of w
Desperately, DesperatelyDeep enchanted breaths of dewy air I takeDesperately, Desperately2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
them all [blades of grass and petals break
my fall] I'm struggling to keep myself awake
Pomegranite GrenadeHand full of pills, potent, rose-colored, Neuron Implosion, Pomegranate Grenade. Palm full of rose-colored pills he pokes them with his finger; eenie-meenie-miney-moe he caught excitement by the toe. His veins pulsed and his entire core was set to vibrate as if his insides, the jail cell of his ribs, was shaken by an earthquake, an electrical storm, 8.9 on the Richter Scale Oh, Jesus Christ. He passes out and throws up tea and bread next to the fireplace, wiping his vomit-covered hand through that mass of curly hair and he's so high, Jesus Christ he's so high, that he doesn't care until he's woken up forever and a day later still so tired, still so fucking inconsolably bored.Pomegranite Grenade2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock knew John even before he knew him- knew him with a glance, knew his past and his present and his soul by the dust on his shoes and the curl of his fingers. He knew with a bat of his lashes that neither smoke nor pill nor paper had ever passed the barriers of John's teeth, and he knew that Jo
Beachesbreathing memoriesBeaches2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like wayward visitors
until we're washed away
These Tears A Flood"Not never, no" he liesThese Tears A Flood2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a fearsome flood
these tears of blood
Speed DialI walk downstairs andSpeed Dial3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dial the phone
with my eyes closed
and instead of the moan
of a stranger's dial tone,
someone picks up and says
that the leaves are turning
where she is
and the wind is cold
and the lake has grown hard
-what do you Americans call it,
when you can see yourself like glass?
Ice, you call it ice,
the lake has become ice
and her English is poor
but she has always wanted to visit
the United States of
America. So I tell her
it's alright here
and in some places the sun
burns hot throughout the winter
but we have places
with red trees and ice as well.
She thanks me and the receiver
and we are worlds away
as I contemplate pressing redial
but eventually decide against it.
The TruthThe truth isThe Truth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are parts of me
I always are
but never see
and this half-life
a wondrous in-between
is what those who testify
will tell you that they've seen.
DragonsDragons.Dragons10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some say they never were,
And were birthed from imagination.
The same say that fantasy
Is the realm of children and the insane.
To believe in the magical,
And the fantastic
Is to be as a child or a madman.
I am neither and I believe in dragons.
The majestic Lords of skie
Born of fire.
In an averie of flames
The eggs lie
Warmed by mothers breath.
Emerging weak and hungry,
Unfurl for the first time.
For mothers attention.
Noble, proud and powerful
Lords of the skie
Reach the very stars with
A thermal sigh
And one thunderous wingbeat.
Upon the winds they soar
Breaking free from earths hold.
Higher, faster, beyond the limits.
All nations praise them
And they do not exist?
Fools, they are about you!
Dragon, Wyvern, firedrake
Black, white, blue, red
The old bronze
The nobel silver
The regal gold
The death dragon
The luck dragon
Dragons! Live breath fire and flame
Mighty in body, glory in na
The Last Uniting Gesture of a Geriatric LabradorOn this day, the world did not end.The Last Uniting Gesture of a Geriatric Labrador2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
In the past month, I had a feeling it was happening. Cogniscently, it registered that this was an inevitability. I was counting down the hours, though no one tells you how many there are to count. Work. School. Food. Mess. Things don't slow down in the last days, they speed up. Little things eat up more time than you ever thought they would. Food. Bread. Toast. Butter. Take the bag out of the fridge. Take a slice out. Put it down. Wait. In the meantime, see if she needs anything.
Some days were better than others. We didn't go for walks anymore, but pride made her champion up and down those stairs every time. In her later years, she wobbled, but accepted no help. If a dog could show disdain, she managed it better than any other. She started to turn her nose up at her old food. We gave her canned. After six months, she turned her nose up at that. We gave her the vet stuff. The good stuff. The lamb-and-rice premium aged dog formula. I think my dog beca
TakenI've taken it allTaken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
every last piece of this
and you are
you call this a heart?
Look, and I will show you love
I'll teach you heartbreak…
the kingdom of life and deathtwo weeks ago i threw a stonethe kingdom of life and death2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
at the water and watched it skip three times, thinking
it will never do to grow old and content.
somewhere beneath this river
there is a castle built from stones i've thrown,
and all of the fish are kings and queens.
they've never been asked about their royal decrees.
no one has ever wished them a happy birthday.
they reign over the kingdom of life and death, and even the river
refuses to stop and mourn them when they go.
one week ago i found a moss-covered stump,
and instead of crying, i counted its rings.
if you were to cut me crosswise, i don't know
what you'd find. perhaps severed arteries
pouring out gold and poetry,
ancient cave paintings splashed across my vertebrae,
or the secret to immunity brewing
in the cauldron of my hips.
maybe you wouldn't find anything.
i cannot grow rings, after all,
and i am no queen.
today, to celebrate my birthday,
i will head down to the river with a saw
slung over my shoulder and
chop down a t
The Painter And The VeteranHe wanted to pull out the painThe Painter And The Veteran3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a syringe, as if it were
black jelly that had accumulated
underneath his skin. This was
how morning welcomed him.
On saturday nights, he was
the kind of man who went around town
painting murals with a can. They
were gorgeous, especially when city
employees melted them with hose-water.
In America you can find dollar bills
stuck deep in the cracks between
sidewalks; you can find people stuck
deep in the cracks between
You can also find people inside
said buildings, inside beds,
and only one
night, the painter was approached
by a hairy young man with combat
boots who claimed to have fought in
Vietnam. The veteran put a grimy
paw on the painter's shoulder and
asked if he knew why airplanes
had so many windows.
The painter didn't
of them had flown
The veteran slurred with distinction that
before windows were on planes,
they were closed-off
plastic flying tubes. But,
one day every p
This Darling ImageDear,This Darling Image2 years ago in Letters More Like This
I've spent the past three days trying to think of what to give you while pacing back and forth across well worn paths of intricate weaves in the carpet. I had all sorts of terrible ideas, and that was frustrating till I thought about how you would, without hesitation of a question accept each one, as the worst of my apologies have always become legitimate wishes once they reach you.
Then, when the rain stopped and I pulled the curtain back to peek out of the window, I saw teardrops (yes, teardrops from the sky) on a rose. It was poetry, and you. It was poetry and like the most aptly spoken, delicate and fragile words, you are poetry. There's only one thing of any worth that I can give to you. So now I give you every word I've ever known, you deserve these words so that they tell your story and introduce the sound of you to the universe. You've given me hope, so let me give you the ability to travel endless miles of open air and stimulate the h
Sessy-Inu BIA: Chapter 1All of the InuYasha characters are owned by Rumiko TakahashiSessy-Inu BIA: Chapter 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This is a fanfic centering around Sesshomaru as the primary character with Inuyasha and Sesshomaru's crew with several OC's created by me.
The battle over the shikon no tama is over and the youkai lord made a silent vow to his chichi-ue that he would stop fighting with his younger brother and try to make peace.
But is 200 years of previous hatred between them too much for them to overcome?
My goal is to try to get the two brothers to be friends, try to keep them in character as much as possible and add a romantic interest for Sesshomaru that will be introduced later in the story and I may even introduce one for Inuyasha.
The first several chapters are of Sesshomaru and Inuyasha trying to connect to each other, but unfortunately, it's not an easy transition. The first of several of my oc's will be introduced in a chapter called I, Sesshomaru, Protect No One. Hope you stick around and enjoy!
I must warn you, some of t
Lucifer and VisitorThe Devil mourned his homeland lostLucifer and Visitor2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon a stone in exile deep
Beneath the great Earth’s hardened crust
Where fires rage inside the sea
Much too far for father sky
To see the rock where The Devil lie
As he lamented, sullen, weary
Expression that of sorrow true
A Thing appeared, and very clearly
Cracked the gates of Lucifer’s tomb
The grin that danced upon his face
Found hell to be the quaintest place
The thing approached and asked him kindly,
“Why do you mourn your banishment?
All the land above I do see
But I’ve never seen an armament
So well hidden from my mighty eyes
Which see all things as they live and die
For I grow restless by the day
When I see the angels serve
And humans so engaged in play
Unaware that they deserve
For my wrathful hand to crush them quick
And maintain that they had asked for it
I was there for heaven’s birth
A burst of light in infinity
I’d have watched it grow, but- for what it’s worth-
I found the whole thing uninter
The Dragon War - Chapter 35Chapter 35The Dragon War - Chapter 352 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I watched with rapid interest as the female elf dug her blade into the place where her opponent had been fractions of a second ago. She turned toward him and they parried blows, and she jumped high into the air on a wooden beam. He pursued and dove under her blade as she tried to gain the upper hand, forcing her way toward him so that he had to surrender before falling away from the beam. He contemplated the jump with a glance over his shoulder before turning to his companion and smiling. "Indutiae," he murmured.
I jumped up excitedly and clapped. I had never seen such skill with the sword, and I had a new appreciation for the phrase "as fast as an elf" that we often used in our own training. I knew that my own abilities couldn't possibly compare.
"Would you care to fight?" the female elf asked, noticing me when I clapped. At that point I wished I hadn't. Icemoon urged me forward with a soft touch from his
clothesI felt the scratching material running over my skin like hot sand in the Sahara. "I'll be back in a couple of hours.", I said stiffly, almost numb.clothes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Fine.", he replied, his eyes focusing on the door as if there was a Hollywood movie playing on it.
I stepped outside the house, right into a puddle of mud. It was a cold and windy September day, no birds were singing and barely any cars passing by. I would just go to the woods, sit down on a bench, relax, maybe smoke a cigarette or two.
Step by step, my boots got wetter and wetter. So did my jacket. It was one of these old ones, those which they wore in the 80's movies I enjoyed so much. He had gotten it for my last birthday back in December of the last year - a very cold December. I remembered how the snowflakes wouldn't stop falling, flake by flake on the lifeless and grey ground, I remembered how he and I would run out the house, across the street right onto the field, we would build snowmen and have a snowball fight, we would giggle, l
Night of the ViolinSeek you me in a grave shallow,Night of the Violin3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bleeding upon a blade of rusted steel
The mood of a rose ascends beyond ether
caressing souls in skies hoary
From the pitch of solitude she appears,
dark hair soaking upon winds quiver
(violin weeping in the dew of nocturnal sunrise)
As the moon whispers in twilight's fall
my thoughts swirl into a halo of numb reverie
Entranced in the gloaming of her love
dripping within the lotus of her serenade
Beset in eyes of jade,
drowning in sensual delight
Seduced in a gothic sky
Deepest gaze unleashed into my soul;
she weaves a spell of turquoise feather
her violin brushes my skin in dreamy hues
Evanescent in spectral shards of solemn rains
my thoughts swoon in burning juniper
Servant to the epitome of her will
basking in the shadows of her mind
kissed in the aura of sweet sorrow;
untold love begins to flow
Embroidered in the ballet of night's fall
violins seethe in star-clustered valleys
like a burning choir of lonely spirits
My thirst blushes in a sea
Don't pity meDon't pity me1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't pity me
Don’t pity me.
When you see that I am blind.
But pity those who can see with their eyes,
Pity those who are blind to their surrounding, their path,
Their future, their present, their past,
They are blinded by lies.
Don’t pity me.
When you hear that I am deaf.
But pity those who can hear with their ears,
Pity those who cannot hear Mother Nature’s song,
Their words, their story, their poem.
They are deafened by their fears.
Don’t pity me.
When you walk to my wheelchair,
But pity those who are free to walk the world will not,
Pity those who are planted on the dark rock,
Unable to move, to reach, to grab, to go.
They are paralyzed with shock- they’re shot.
Don’t pity me.
When you speak to me.
But pity those who can speak but have no voice,
Pity those who have no say, n
It's Just A DareI dare youIt's Just A Dare2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To tell me to be something I'm not
Go on, say it
Tell me to hide the truth
From all of those I love
I dare you
To tell me to grow up
Go on, say it
Tell me I'm childish
Because you're so much more mature than me
I dare you
To tell me who I can and cannot love
Go on, say it
Tell me that loving certain people is wrong
Because your way of thinking is so right
I dare you
To tell me I'm not normal
Go on, say it
Tell me that I'm different
Even though you and I are both humans
You could do all of that
In a heartbeat if you wanted to
But here's a real challenge:
I dare you
To accept everyone for who they are
Not for who you want them to be
And to leave your judging gavel
At home for once
i'm the worst person i know.You remind me of every mistake I was too afraid to make.i'm the worst person i know.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I don't know where this leaves me now. This is like standing in front of your living room window and watching all the seasons slip by in the course of a moment. Forever gone in less than a second. I don't know if you've noticed yet, but time simply makes everything seem fleeting until we've already forgotten what we promised we'd never forget. It's funny how selective our memories become. How the past clouds over until it's nearly impossible to distinguish the shapes of the feelings that were once so familiar or the outline of your smilethe sound of your voice. It all fades. Then all that's left is a vague sense of regret for every opportunity that slipped out of my grasp before I even had a good enough hold. It's foolish to believe that if you love something enough to let it go, it'll come back. It won't. Life doesn't really work that way. It's just gone. And now you need to find something new to love. To try to hold on to
She Dances With FireShe dances with fire, a dragon in tow.She Dances With Fire2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Twirling with flames; graceful and slow
She dances tonight, in a city of ash.
Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash.
Quietly mourning, as time goes by;
Where once she beheld a home in her eyes...
Yet naught but the barest of bones remain,
And so she dances, to soothe the pain.
Kill Them All - Levi x ReaderKill Them All - Levi x Reader 2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Kill Them All - Levi x Reader
WARNING: VIOLENCE,GORE AND FOUL LANGUAGE UP AHEAD. DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ!
Fire and blood stained the walls that were supposed to keep this city safe. The titan's have invaded and broken through the walls. Bodies of innocent people flew across the streets or were being devoured whole.
You ran with your foster mom. She was the only one who took you in when you were weak. She saved you from the viscous drubbings you would receive from your parents.
She was your everything.
You could feel the ground shake under your bare and bloody feet as you helplessly ran for safety.
"_______!" you heard your foster mother shout. You whipped around to see a titan. The disgusting creature was nude, covered in dirt and grime. Blood, fresh and crusted, was all over its creepy, smiling face.
It grabbed you both in an iron vice grip. You both tried struggling your hardest but it came with no avail. You both screamed. You &