Races Of ArdaRaces of ArdaRaces Of Arda7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mondays child has elven grace
Tuesdays childs of mortal race
Wednesdays child has bark not hair
Thursdays child is foul not fair
Fridays child lives in a hole
Saturdays child builds halls of stone
But the child who is born on a Sunday
Does magic spells so stay away!
She IIShe's up, but its so damn lateShe II9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why can't she start sleeping?
She's marking for people she hates
What secret is she keeping?
She knows its her fault again
Her memories are breaking
She can't continue to pretend
She cannot stop the shaking
Her heart beat races in her chest
One tear escapes from one eye
Her pessimism shows she's mest
She tries to not let herself cry
A broken music box on fire
She's losing little left sanity
She knows the world's a fucking liar
She's learned the hate humanity
What good is it to give fake pity?
"You make too many mistakes"
When everyone asks she answers "Shitty"
"Your broken promises have high rates"
She cried because you didn't listen
They stole her happiness
She knows she's on a failing mission
A dying damsel in distress
She hates when they ask 'Whats wrong?'
They're only faking worry
She'll get scolded for her favorite song
Why should she try to hurry?
She hates herself and no one knows
She covers with a smile
And everyday her hatred grows
She might be g
your love ain't a present(i have not eddited it, i want it to be read in its true essence, as a man excepting truths and a lonely fate)your love ain't a present8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
your love is no present
you give it to everyone
in vanity and popularity
cramped up in a social clique
i see your smarting
i see your sick
it's no suprise your feeling spun
with all the chemicals
you have done
i look inside your falling skies
i lose forever in the lucid one
your still my secret blanket
it some how keeps me warm
i take them home
your the god of an empty race
i love to hate your thinking space
i know what your thinking
the lines on hold
i'm off the hook
there's no one home
or where you busy
with some other guy
don't you think it's to late to run
after all we have done
you had your turn
i want my fun
don't get excited
get your hands off that gun
for keepsake frienship
dirty words of a wanton soul
tried to strike me down
showers me in limitations
sweeping my feet off the ground
your love is no present
i just suffer your lessons
your love is no
Sand and MusicSand and MusicSand and Music3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He feels he cannot walk another step, until he does. The next step is the same, and the next, and he has stopped counting the sunsets and sunrises because measuring eternity has no purpose. He has wandered an eternity already, carrying his small harp for some indeterminable, compulsive reason, because it will be years before he can play again, if ever, and the sand blows into his eyes and into his throat as he sings. His hands are burnt and scarred and his voice is hoarse, and he wants to rip the strings from the taunting harp and scream, but he is unable to do either because it hurts too much.
Every muscle that has been on fire begins to numb from sheer fatigue, and he feels that he will die without food but is too weak from walking to fish or hunt- but then, Maitimo survived thirty-some years without food, didn't he- and now he is thinking of Maitimo again and he swore to himself that he would not think of them right now.&
Ironic Viewpoint of Anti-PoetsPoetry shmoetry.Ironic Viewpoint of Anti-Poets7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
From Darth Mommy's KitchenFrom Darth Mommy's Kitchen7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
* 1 package Pillsbury® Refrigerated Pie Crusts
* 1 cup chopped onion (1 large)
* 1 cup sliced fresh mushrooms
* 1/2 cup chopped yellow sweet pepper (1 small)
* 2 tablespoons butter or margarine
* 1/3 cup all-purpose flour
* 1/4 teaspoon salt
* 1/4 teaspoon black pepper
* 1 pinch paprika
* 1 pinch garlic pepper
* 1-1/2 cups chicken broth
* 1 cup cream
* 2-1/2 cups chopped, cooked gizka
* 1 cup loose-pack frozen corn
* 1 cup loose-pack frozen peas
* 1 egg, beaten
Spirit of the LandI am the landSpirit of the Land5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the stone
I am its breath
I am its bone
I am the song
brought with the wind
but never seen
I am the spark
in the lakes eyes
The arms of trees
And wings of night
As old as hills
As deep as sea
The NoldorMighty are the Second Kindred,The Noldor7 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.
80 things learned from TolkienPretty, shiny things are hazardous to your health.80 things learned from Tolkien5 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
Maedhros: Son of FireHe was the fireMaedhros: Son of Fire3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wine until bottom
And pain of fame
He was my father
His anger like flood
We sealed our Oath
In fire and blood
The flame extinguished
By Oath we're still bound
Through tears and pain
No rest to be found
The blood on my hands
And my hand in chains
What was it for
When nothing remains?
The Light we sought, burns
So close, yet so far
We are not worthy
To touch a star
Burning flame, take me
And clean the stain
Take the cursed Jewel
And end my pain!
In fire it started
In fire it ends
Just like my father
The fire in my veins
Sorry, LoveSorry, Love7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This isn't a sappy romance.
This isn't the fair tale of Romeo and Juliet.
You left me cold, bitter, afraid to even give you a glance.
You were a monster, how could I forget?
I'm truly sorry, love.
If I recall, we met sometime in high school.
I loved to look at you when you passed me in the hall.
But see, you were smooth and casual and I was a fool.
You weren't the monster then that would make me feel belittled and small.
My apologies, love.
We fell in love our sophomore year.
I was young and you were young, silly as we could be.
I treasured your companionship, dear
but you continued to walk over me.
I really do feel remorseful, love.
Our relationship began to fade.
You'd get angry, lash at me and give me bruises.
I was afraid, so I stayed
When people would ask, I'd make up the best excuses.
I'm feeling guilt-ridden, love.
You twisted me, made me believe
that I was the weak one.
But you were always one to deceive.
And shouldn't your guilt trip have begun?
I am shamefaced, love.
I was af
ChavacanoChavacano, mi bonita palabra de amorChavacano6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
escondido de las playas de Zamboanga, hermosa
mi preciosa perlita, sur de Mindanao
donde tiene muchas gentes
Regalado, en el ciudad Latin
Lenguaje de mis abuelos, mi madre y mi padre
unico, de los otros palabras dentro de mi, escrito
los brillantes tonos, de las islas
Vicious BloodVicious Blood7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Chained to these...pits of hell.
A lost love. Death where I fell.
I scream my anguish; I scream my claim.
Claws in my eyes; knives to maim.
Leave them alone; let them be.
My children they saw...they saw me bleed.
I laid there dead; my eyes left open.
Now headless children; my heart has broken.
My soul ripped from...my lifeless corpse.
for my motherYour daughter is afraid to go downstairs in her pajamas because she feels like a balloon animal inside of them. (Do not take this as an excuse to go out and buy her new ones.) Your daughter would extremely enjoy the sight of two men kissing. (In fact, your daughter is somewhat of a homophiliac.) Your daughter has only seen porn twice, but she has read porn more times than one should count. (The second time was in the corner of the screen during American Psycho; the other, on a stumbled-onto-out-of-curiosity Web site.)for my mother6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Your daughter is nervous about a lot of things. (Including, but not limited to: drugs, tornadoes, fire, insects, heights, pain, humiliation, strangers, large dogs, public speaking, real blood, childbirth, open wounds, flying, and people.) Your daughter is endlessly, inexorably, and inexplicably fascinated with both pedophilia and incest. (Don't give her that look.) Your daughter does not know why this is, but she blames The End of Alice, Lolita, the I
Three Years of FlowersYear 1Three Years of Flowers3 years ago in Romance More Like This
John didn't think anything of it when he received the first gift. It was the day of Sherlock's funeral and John was admittedly still in a grief-stricken haze, so it was understandable that he wouldn't think much of a bouquet of flowers, even if it was a very large bouquet of roses. Truth be told, it wasn't until Lestrade arrived that he actually noticed them.
"These are strange flowers to send for a funeral " he noted, leaning in to smell them. "Why did they send them here and not the funeral home?"
John shrugged, moving stiffly out of the kitchen, his eyes automatically searching for the bouquet in question. He frowned a bit as he finally took it in: a dozen deep yellow roses surrounded another dozen blood-red roses with a final single white rose in the very center, all thornless. Interspersed throughout the red roses were blue forget-me-nots, white poppies, and purple hyacinth which stood tall and proud over the all the other flowers. It was a beautiful arrangement
Maybe we could...Maybe we couldMaybe we could...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each others harness
As the winds breeze through
Your long black hair,
Where the sun shines
Lighting your bronze skin
Sparkling, Fading across the sunset.
Maybe. Just maybe
I could touch your hair
That ChristmasThat Christmas, you gave me my first present.That Christmas7 years ago in General More Like This
That Christmas, you promised me that youll wait for me.
The young girl sat on the low stone wall that kept out unwanted animals from getting into the garden. She wrapped her furry winter coat around her small body as tight as she could as gust after gust of wind blew through her. She shook uncontrollable as the snow fell all around, freezing the world and the garden. The girl stood for a moment, coughed, and climbed over the wall. She walked through the now dead garden and wondered how long it had been since anything had grown here. She glanced up at the old abandoned house that she now made her home and imagined the large old wooden house alive and full of people and lights and warmth. She pictured a large tree with a roaring fire and many young kids running around in the excitement of Christmas as the parents hosted a fabulous party that everyone came to. She longed to be one of those excited children,
Elf vs. Orc 3Sings-to-Trees was being strangled.Elf vs. Orc 38 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He'd always expected a patient to kill him some day, but he'd thought he would be a lot older, and it would be an angry bull or a careless moment with a manticore or something along those lines, with an outside chance of being crushed under a nearsighted troll. He really hadn't anticipated anything like this.
The orc had been giggling to herself for a few minutes, and when he tried to talk to her, she only giggled harder. He didn't know if she could speak any of the languages, or if she was so delirious that she wasn't even hearing him. He had no real idea what the normal temperature for an orc was, but her skin burned against his fingers, and if he had to guess, he'd say she was running quite a high fever.
There was something very surreal about a giggling orc. It wasn't malicious, like when pixies left flaming piles of pixie-crap on your doorstep and hid to watch you step in it. This was a throaty, genuinely amused chuckle—reduced to a s
A spoonful of honestyI fear that I have become so accustomed to tragedy that I no longer know how to live without it. And although the seasons change, they remain the same year after year. A scared, quiet girl sitting alone in a pastel painted cell, trapped by the knowledge of who she was, the dream of who she wants to be, with no idea of who she is.A spoonful of honesty5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
We all lie, sometimes. Whether its to make excuses or to rationalise our decisions and situations, we all falsify our existence to get by. Ive fought what I am for so long now that Ive become everything I feared I would be.
I am the best thing my mother has ever done, and I have failed her. So who do we blame, or are enough fingers already stretched out and pointing that it doesnt matter anymore?
I dont talk about it much, but the thing that hinders me most is my fear of whats inside of me. For there, in the darkness of my flesh and bone, my genetic makeup decides an uncertain future. Sometimes, when Im alone or trying
An Evening With Sings-to-TreesAn Evening With Sings-to-Trees8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Sings-to-Trees had hair the color of sunlight and ashes, delicately pointed ears, and eyes the translucent green of new leaves. His shirt was off, revealing the sort of tanned muscle acquired from years of healthy outdoor living, and you could have sharpened a sword on his cheekbones.
He was saved from being a young maiden's fantasy—unless she was a very peculiar young maiden—by the fact that he was buried up to the shoulder in the unpleasant end of a heavily pregnant unicorn. Bits of unicorn dung, which was not noticeably more ethereal than horse dung, were sliding down his arm, and every time the mare had a contraction, he lost feeling in his hand.
It had been nearly two hours, the ground was hard and cold and his knees felt like live coals wrapped in ice. She'd kicked him twice, and if Sings-to-Trees hadn't known that it was impossible, he'd have begun to suspect that the unicorn had arranged a breech birth out of spite.
No, he was being unfair. It couldn't be any more fun for her t
7 Usernames to stop makingUser names with more than one extra "X":7 Usernames to stop making4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Okay, these names were unique when they were first spawned from some Goth kid's head, but X's don't make your user name look cool any more. It makes you look like some emo/goth wannabe who is just looking for attention.
User names with random numbers on the end:
When you type in a desired user name but it's already taken, the computer makes names as suggestions, like instead of JohnSmith, you're J.smith, SmithJohn, Johsmi, JohnSmith233... etc. The list can go on. Just because you want your "desired" user name, doesn't mean you need to memorize pi.
User names that are just misspelled words:
Misspelling used to be cool, now it's not. Nobody cares if you type "da" instead of "the" or use extra letters. If the best thing you can come up with for your user name is a word, the
Muumien suusta vol. 2Hemuli: "Merkillinen tapa nukkua talviunta"Muumien suusta vol. 24 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Muumipeikko: "Mutta me nautimme siitä!"
Muumipappa: "Muikkunen ota airo!"
Muumipappa: "Kuulostaa siltä että nuori polvi on keksinyt aivan uuden leikin!"
Nipsu: "Odota! Pilvi, tule takaisin! Ole nyt kiltisti äläkä liiku. Noin juuri! Oii! Ihan aloillasi, pilvi. Mitä? Äh Mmm.. Me leikimme taas yhdessä, pilvi! Tule,tule,tule, tänne, oi!"
Muumipappa: "Luulen että meidän on puututtava asiaan"
Pikku Myy: "Olet oikeassa. Muuten muumipeikko ei saa ikinä nukkua."
Niiskuneiti: "Olen kulipäärotta! Oi minun täytyy pitää hattua. *niisk* tai turbaania"
Muumipeikko: "Minä olen aina pitänyt kovasti kaljuista tytöistä"
Nuuskamuikkunen: "Senkin vanha homeinen tiskirätti. Lakastunut vesililja. Lellitty villakko. Surkea torakankakka."
Muumipappa: "Saari on tuooo täplä"
Myy: "Eeeettei vain olisi kärpäsen