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Post FeminismPost FeminismPost Feminism7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Post feminism they call it,
A time to put away,
The voices of the women,
Who fought for equal pay.
How cliche it is to be,
A female freedom fighter,
All the while the unseen chains,
Grow stronger, firmer...tighter.
"Honey, sweetie, baby
Please smile while you clean,
After all this is your job,
What being "woman" means."
"Go put the kids to bed,
Then spread your legs so wide,
So I may be the burly man,
Who sticks himself inside."
Too ashamed to stand up tall,
For fear of seeming radical,
All the while our laws and rights,
Are taking a sabbatical.
"Your role is in the home,
And home is where you'll stay
Till
LullabyClose your eyes and rest your weary headLullaby3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lay down and let you mind free to wander
Lose yourself in my voice as I sing you this lullaby
Here in my arms I hold all that is important to me
And if you drift off now you will awake in my arms
The heart within my breast beats only for you
Dream sweetly, of a knight and a fair maiden
Or of the last dance and a kiss in the rain
A tango through the grove with the smell dancing in the air
The sun sleeps sound tonight so far away
And you look so peaceful here in my arms
The moon light spilling over your soft skin
I see everything I love about you and I know
I know that this is where I belong
The Ageless Dirge-Intrinsic IIThe Ageless Dirge-Intrinsic II7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mist before the rain,
Atop a cold grey mountain,
Quivers round the earth
And sings an ancient dirge
For lost blue skies
Coloured like her eyes.
Now covered in dusk;
And the tempest on its cusp,
Emerging when the sunlight dies,
Emerging when the daylight flies.
The clouds begin to form
Preparing for the midnight storm.
Warning all the creatures hide,
Under shelters lie…
Then the storm will shake,
The earth herself will break.
When the lightning splits the sky
With its electrifying cry,
A tree will crack
Crashing 'cross the forest track.
But when the great sun rises,
For all the storm surmises,
Drop by drop
The squall
TravailTravail7 years ago in General More Like This
A small bird chirped from the clacking branches of an ice brittle tree. Its call a
quick "chick-a-dee". His breath crystallized before his eyes when he tilted his
head toward the sound of the tiny creature. He then shifted his feet in the deep
packing snow to shake the fur of his boots clean of rime. The young man, now in
the prime of his life, had never been content. He'd always been a dreamer. The
daydreaming gave him an insatiable lust for knowledge and a fire in his heart
that blazed as bright as the northern lights in a gelid tundra. That lusty warmth
pushed him to search. It pushed him beyond the boundaries of his home, away
fro
Troll's JourneyTroll's Journey7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Troll's Journey
In a forest dark and cold
A lonely troll there roams,
Stepping on dead leaves
And crunching rotten bones.
From his hair there hangs
Mud and dirty branches
And coloured sinew ties
That dangle 'gainst his hands.
He sees a stream nearby
That reflects his ice-blue eyes.
Two tiny fish swim past
And he whimpers lonely cries;
For long long ago
In that forest dark and cold
When the summer bloomed
Troll, he lost his kinfolk.
They left poor troll behind
And as ages pass through time
He still remembers
What left him in his plight.
It rained so hard that lest
His heart burst from his chest
He'd be left alone
As his
The spirit of the NorthWinters and summers always coldThe spirit of the North8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ice and snow from shore to shore
Forests green and vast over the land
Lakes and streams, it is everywhere
In the land of North
In every stone and tree
It is here and everywhere
It is in the air and ground
Even in the gods
It is ALL
It is the call of honour
It is everything
And lives in the hearts of all Northmen
In our kingdoms of steel
It is the spirit of the North
The day we all must die will yet once dawn
Not by the southlanders,
But by the call to Valhalla
To die to fight on that final day
With all the fury of the spirit of North
Like mountains tall and high against the sky
The North wi
In the Forest of WintersIn the Forest of Winters8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the Forest of Winters
To the Forests of Winters
And snow blown boughs
Where the Frost Child flies
On White Wolf´s nose.
Restless spirits wandering
Through black roots
With frozen fingers,
With icy covered boots.
To the Forest of Winters
To find the Blizzard Creature's home,
To hear Pine Wood's melody
And drink Spruce Wood's tea.
Sweet pleasures in the Winterland
In strong arms of the Northernman.
I watch buried leaves sleep
Beneath Boreal Moonlight.
In the Wilds of Silver Sword,
Winter's lovers sing
Enchanting melodies
To call Spirit Bear from Spring.
The anthem for the Northernman
Can be heard in snow muffled miles,
Spheresaga Ep. 1 2.11.2012Spheresaga Ep. 1 2/11/2012Spheresaga Ep. 1 2.11.20121 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sel 22
The adventurers awoke under duress. The chains shifted along the floor as the floor rocked slightly to the side.
Two Morues, called Seri and Kaida, sat shacked to the wall. Dracul, a large Draconian, crawled to his feet only to find a large shackle around his leg. The human Sabano sat quietly in his shackles, studying the room without moving or speaking.
Mabh, a Canin, awoke to find herself chained by both paws. She stared down her captors – three Galvin slavers. The slavers were battleworn individuals, dressed in bloodied leather. They carried cudgels and lengths of fraying rope at their side. Mabh
Who Am I?Who Am I?Who Am I?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Daughter, a sister, a student.
To my teachers, I am just another face in the classroom.
Sometimes I am funny.
Sometimes I am too much to handle.
I am parts of numerous people;
Parts of my family.
Parts of my friends.
Parts of people on the street.
Parts of you, the person reading this poem.
I am a teenager; a young woman.
I am pieces of a puzzle; not your average one mind you.
I am alive, curious, and filled with teenage stupidity.
To become a citizen, to learn right and wrong.
You may not believe it, but I have many problems that can't be seen with the naked eye.
I am also a dreamer, a listener, and a believ
Phone GibberishStalking the night; never alight,Phone Gibberish2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking the day; in sight I stay,
An endless walk; I'd rather run,
No stops, no pits, no runway blips,.
A dream I swear,
I saw you there,
Joyous laughter; pious prayer,
I wish I'd savor, that glorious picture.
Lit a new; now face the choice,
Of red and blue; of fake and real,
Wake to reality?
Stay in fantasy.
I'm not okEverytime you hurt me,I'm not ok8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not ok.
You ask If I'm alright.
I'm not ok.
I'm crying as I answer,
I'm not ok.
I say I'm fine.
I'm not ok.
You say you love me,
I'm not ok.
I say I love you to.
I'm not ok.
You act sad when you see the bruises,
I'm not ok.
Then you remember how you left them.
I'm not ok.
You say I don't deserve you,
I'm not ok.
And the cycle continues,
I'm not ok.
Here comes the pain,
I'm not ok.
There goes your fist,
I'm not ok.
Across my face.
I'm not ok.
Here come the screams,
I'm not ok.
"I hate you"you yell
I'm not ok.
"You're worthless"you screech
I'm not ok.
The next time you ask me If I'm alr
Ballad of Pugwash and SaltyOnce upon a stormy day,Ballad of Pugwash and Salty2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When the sea was black and the sky was grey,
Some no-good bandits set afloat,
Upon a stolen pirate's boat.
The waves collided fearlessly,
The crewmates huddled cheerlessly.
But t'was a day most rightly won,
This day their journey first begun.
Then one jumped up to fast proclaim,
A bold and brazen pirate name,
"They call me Pugwash, brave and true!
I'm Captain now, so who are you?!"
The next leapt up with eyes alight,
And shouted out with all her might,
"I'm Salty of the briny blue,
I'm First mate now, so who are you?!"
The third and last said not a word,
He didn't speak, though he had heard.
He was a
Lonely LoverI feel like there is a wall between us….Lonely Lover5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I feel so alone… so oblivious….
I need you to open up, tell me what’s wrong?
I need you to know that together we can be strong….
Right now I feel like a burden to you….
Right now I feel like we won’t come through….
I can’t keep going through this over and over….
I can’t seem to believe that you are my lover….
I deserve better, and a lot more….
I deserve a ship to lead me to shore….
I thought you were the one, I did truly believe….
I thought from you, love…I would receive….
Yet again I am here alone and brok
Let's hear it for ScandinaviaLet's hear it for Scandinavia9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
1. While flipping through the phone book, you come across someone with a Scandia name and you must resist the urge to call him/her to practise speaking.
2. You always take vacations in places near the coast to keep yourself satisfied until you "return to your homeland".
3. You believe that the "th", "v", and "k" sounds should exist in all languages.
4. You believe that Old Norse should be taught alongside Latin in all English-speaking schools.
5. When going into a bookstore, you always go to the Reference section first to see if any of the Scandia languages are carried.
6. You firmly believe that Swedish should be the international langu
Why Women Turn To FeminismBecause you do not love usWhy Women Turn To Feminism5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as we want to love ourselves.
Because of the scarlet letters
you embroider on our chests
as we sleep on yours.
Because you pull the pigtails from puberty
and squeeze mothers and prostitutes
from the girls we really are.
Because Disney fooled us:
we awoke, sweet-sixteen, embittered
with no kiss, no carriage, no prince.
Because the heroines of our youth taught us
the plastic passivity of our sex.
Because we couldn't be factory-made beauty too.
Because we have spent too long courting tears
and making life-rafts of our pillows.
Because we want the power to reject
our presence, our affection - even our
Mac McAnally Facts-All the 13's in Mac's bar aren't for dispersing stray magical energies from intoxicated wizards. He is double dog daring bad luck to try something funny in his bar.Mac McAnally Facts3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
-Warning: extended exposure to Mac's voice may result in weeping, vomiting, divine revelations, temporary insanity, permanent insanity, inability to stand for any length of time, blindness , miraculous healing, spontaneous combustion, and dryness of throat. May not affect beings of incredible fortitude.
-One day, a long time ago, Mac decided to try his hand at making wine. He went into the mountains and picked the best soil and air quality for his grapes. He sang to the vines e
Letting GoI am hurting so deeply,Letting Go3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Lost, so lost completely,
Do I dare go on?
I am looking through translucent eyes,
And I am feeling so despised,
By me and only me
I am looking to the future,
So unsteady, so uncertain...
And letting go...!
I am everything that I need to be!
I rip the veil from my eyes,
I stand and realize,
That nothing is as it seems...!
I rise from the ground,
My voice lifts and it drowns,
With all the passion that is me...!
I...
Don't need to know where to turn...
I...
Have already learned...
By letting go...
My steps, they falter,
I am so altered,
By everything I've seen...
This is my time, I feel so impatien
The Dragon ShantyWe are the dragons here our cry,The Dragon Shanty3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
here it echo on a full moon night,
hear our voices roar with glee,
we are the dragons,
hear us shriek!
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
where no trees grow and the cold winds blow,
we come from the land that's covered with white,
so hear our roars and join our flight!
We are the dragons here our cry,
here it echo on a full moon night,
hear our voices roar with glee,
we are the dragons,
hear us shriek!
We come from the land that's covered with trees,
where the grass is green and the cedars creak,
we come from the land that's crawling with vines,
so fear our wrath and join the rhymes!
Alexis. My Murderer.I looked up from the knife in my chest to the girl that had plunged it there. Her face was set in a stony smirk, her eyes molten and glowing in the dim light. I sank to my knees, my legs suddenly too weak to hold me. I didn't understand, couldn't comprehend.Alexis. My Murderer.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Wha- I…" was all my lips could manage.
Her smirk widened and she stepped forward to kneel beside me. She leaned so close that I could smell the flowery fragrance that wafted from her skin as she whispered, "You really think I would waste my time on you? I never loved you. I was playing you, and you simply fell for it."
I opened my mouth to respond, but I couldn't form the word
Jar Of HeartsJar Of Hearts1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jar of Hearts
"Hawke," Fenris's voice was firm, edgy; like he was barely reigning in his temper, "are you insane?" He was livid; his eyes shone with rage, his lips were twisted into something between controlled anger and a frown. "You run off, leaving me to chase you like some Maker-damned hound." He growled, drawing his face close to hers, she tried to yank herself back but he snagged her wrist, gripping her thin flesh tightly.
Had she been wearing proper long-sleeved attire she might have not reacted, but the cold, razor sharp metal of his armored fingers made her wince. Fenris had drawn her so close that he could now see the tears that
If You Were AgainI would be oneIf You Were Again4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you were again
And if all was done
You would be within.
Without you I'd fall
And never begin.
If I don't understand
Speak slowly, my friend.
Let it go.
Ever existance..End of existanceEver existance..5 years ago in Other More Like This
My life ends here,
Dead existence..
Mourning days,
Fear of loving..
End of time,
Extermination..
The final edge,
Will I fall?
Beyond death,
Solutions to be found?
Darkened shadows,
Shadowy light..
All is damaged,
Ready to kill,
Destruction..
Fiery dreams,
Burning fever..
Left in silence,
Loneliness..
Everything is where it should be,
Acceptance?
Yet nothing’s where I’d like it to be,
Sacred hate..
Pain fills my soul,
End of me,
End of my existence..
Oriannu :: Chapter IPreludeOriannu :: Chapter I5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
O, Where do the Shadows Lie?
Hide from Light, Hide from Sky?
In the Darkness, Shadows sleep
Light goes down, the Shadows weep.
They don’t age when time, it flows?
Why are Shadows eating souls?
We’ll find out, We’ll help each other.
If we lose, We’ll go together.
Chapter 1
Lock awoke abruptly, his face streaming with cold sweat. All that could buzz through his mind was the dream that he had just awoken from: a terrible dream full of pain and suffering… ‘A dream…’ he thought, his eyes still heavy from sleep. ‘It seemed so real, my ship crashing… Strange black creatures
Dark DesireIn my dark and cold room I lay there on my bedDark Desire6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sobbing with my tears dripping from my eyes
My heart torn in two
My tears turn cold as they drop onto my pillow
Darkness surrounds my body and soul
All I think about is death
All I want is death
I want blood to scatter over the floor, walls, and my body
I desire blood
The animal inside demands pure and thick tasting blood
I won’t be satisfied until I get it
Until I have the delicious taste flowing in my mouth
My desire to kill will never die
Sta.sh
