The Birth and Death of MankindMore Like This
The Birth and Death of Mankind
Warmth they had not, with wooden flesh as cold as stone.
A soul did not fill them, sacred örlög for them was unknown.
Their bodies were stiff and vegetative, not any different than a tree.
They stood on the shores of Miðgarðr, powerless until there came three.
Lifting them up, Óðinn, Hnir, and Lóðurr changed the trees into the form of mankind.
With önd, Wralda-Óðinn blessed us with breath and life, and us to him he did bind.
Hnir gave us óðr, which is conscious thought and movement, a swift body and a clever mind.
Lóðurr granted lá with læti and litr goða, which are form, speech, hearing and sight, in kind.
Newly born, the man named Askr and woman named Embla were embarrassed of their bareness.
Seeing their state, Óðinn gave them his own clothes, their looks bordering to greatness.
Behind Ymir's eyebrows in Miðgarðr, man and woman
Is it Possible?You say you’re one of themMore Like This
You’re not pressed, you expect nothing
But why do I feel you getting further further further
I feel you blend with them
We have nothing to blend with
Water and oil don’t mix
You say you’re not one of them
Are you still here?
Decisions DecisionsDECISIONSMore Like This
They split the path before me
Daring me to venture either way
Neither wrong Neither right
But the choice changes life
Do you jump off the cliff's edge,
Faith as your guidance, only to
Break across the jagged rocks?
Or do you take the HIGH road,
Ignoring the cliff's call, only to
Regret not exploring those uncharted waters?
It's just another game of
We hope to God that Lady Luck's
On our side,
Though we still wish to feel
The bullet's s t i n g
Lefts and R
Annihilation Of A SoulIt's a terror to behold,More Like This
The annihilation of a simple soul.
How could you be so cold?
All your finite fury is foul,
Poisoning the wisdom of the world.
It's a horror to witness,
The obliteration of a lovely life.
How could you think so less?
All your sacrosanct sin is strife,
Embellishing the mood into a mess.
It's a sorrow to react,
The devastation of a mortal mind.
How could you break this pact?
All your unceremonious umbrage is unkind,
Corrupting the atmosphere of an act.
Apocalpyse ChildStanding alone amongst ruins of rubbleMore Like This
Waits a little angel with eyes expressing fear.
She wears a dress of shining so light and clear
And in her palm she holds her teddy so tight;
Whilst scarlet skies turn black to herald trouble.
Flames fly high over her raven crown without care;
Scorching grim ground beneath her feet,
But this is no angel that any army can defeat.
She'll break bullets with breath of a terrified sound
And she'll tame those who torment with her stare.
Standing alone amongst wreckage of war;
Sings a little angel with hands howling pain.
She walks in boots of mourning so brash and vain
And in her gaze she wields her hate so harsh;
Whilst grey graves turn red to blind disaster.
Explosions erupt low under her toes pale by pity;
Burning stagnant skin revealing her mystery,
But this is no angel that anarchy will have victory.
She'll crack courage with cries of a mortified sin
And she'll humble those who hurt with her ferocity.
Standing alone amongst concrete of carnage,
Voices Of The ClockI look up and the clock chimes twelve,More Like This
And I witness silent whistles working the night,
Under the flaming furies of crimson candlelight.
Into a grave of loneliness with despair I do delve,
To find happiness beyond my own shrouded sight.
I look up and the clock chimes eleven,
And I hear quiet sprockets slaving the morning,
Under the twitching tears of yellow yawning.
Down in a hell of woe I so long to give in,
But I seek joy before I start my misery mourning.
I look up and the clock chimes ten,
And I see vague gears governing the day,
Under the burning blades of cyan clay.
Yet here in this pit of hunger I'm about to begin,
On a blissful path that led me on it's wondrous way.
Tick tock cries the cogs and gears of the clock,
Managing it's tireless triumph of time,
Over those realities of ravenous rhyme.
Eroding away the most rhythmic of rock,
As I run upon satin sands of lovelorn luck.
I look up and the clock chimes nine,
In a world without worry or fear of feeling fine,
Perceiving it's a
*Journey*Space ship like moonbeamMore Like This
No illusion, travelled fast
Time had no meaning.
My Old Grand PianoI stroke along these cold keys,More Like This
feel the song trickle into my heart,
just like autumn leaves leave a tree.
I feel now that I am not just a musician,
but a pleasant politician of my own imagination.
My thoughts are limitless,
and so are the songs I may play,
on this old grand piano,
that I play throughout the day.
I am not in an old house,
I'm in a magical land.
For beyond what I know,
past the ocean and the sand.
I walk along,
blue sand beaches,
gold water that reaches past what I can see.
When I play my piano,
I feel as though I'm truly free,
and not one thing,
can make me stop,
except maybe a lot of broken keys.
Three in Five MinutesDream one was a bright white flashMore Like This
and sounds of things breaking
I opened my eyes and saw it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream two was my child yelling
"Where are you? Where are you?"
I opened my ears and heard it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream three was a sudden knocking
on the door in deepest dark.
I opened the door and saw nothing.
Now I think that it was me.
Stereotypes~ A poemJust because I'm Blonde,More Like This
Doesn't mean I'm dumb,
Just because I'm angry,
Doesn't mean I believe in Islam
Just because I'm Christian,
Doesn't mean I will preach,
Just because I'm Asian,
Doesn't mean I will teach
Just because I'm Jewish,
Doesn't mean that I'm greedy,
Just because I'm *black,
Doesn't mean I am needy
Just because I'm human,
Doesn't make me bad,
Just because your different,
Doesn't make me sad
*I am so terribly sorry for using that word! I know it can be offensive, and I promise that I wasn't trying to be offensive with it! I really wanted to put African-American, but unfortunately I felt that would too long! I'm so sorry!
Author's Note: I'm sorry for anybody who gets offended by this poem! I really don't want to offend anybody! So I'm really sorry if anybody does get offended.
Mental Disorder Discrimination"You said you've got depression?More Like This
No you don't, you attention seeker.
You're just an average teenager with the perfect life
Desperately looking for sympathy."
Stop crying, you coward.
You're just a childish "scaredy-cat".
Blaming your problems on a mental disorder
That doesn't even exist."
"So you're schizophrenic?
Grow the hell up, and stop acting like a child
You're too old for imaginary friends
You callow, juvenile, little twit."
But if we're attention seekers,
Why do we try so hard to hide our feelings from the world?
Why do we isolate ourselves in our rooms,
Desperately hiding the cuts on our wrists
Trying our best to live a normal life?
And if we're simply "scaredy-cats",
Why is our fear so vividly intense?
Unlike simple fear, our anxiety will stick with us forever
A severe long-lasting feeling of powerful panic.
A feeling from which we'll never be free.
Suddenly we're childish for having a mental disorder?
Schizophrenia is not something we can control.
The Girl In A TeardropThere sits a shattered girl,More Like This
Imprisoned in her tormented tears,
Wishing she had not wasted her youthful years,
Looking for her one true pearl,
Who never showed his flawless face.
There weeps a sad girl,
Reflecting her mask in the mirror,
Seeing her self becoming thinner and thinner,
And now she sees the echoes of her age,
Guiding her back from her heartbroken mind.
There breathes a sorrowful girl,
Staring out of her sweet nectar sobs,
Hoping to escape from her self-infliction,
But what is out there for her to find?
Except a dawn of despair and dereliction.
SilencedI'm so tired of tryingMore Like This
My voice wont come out
I'm so tired of struggling
I hate being filled with doubt
I cannot take the silence from my lips
For the words of pain and turmoil beg to be free
But despite how hard i try to make my voice work
I can never find the unlocking key
I am trapped within my self
Begging and screaming for release
If only someone would just hear me
Then maybe at last i could be at peace
Those MemoriesThey plague my mindMore Like This
all are unfortunately about you
I feel as though they left me behind
I doubt you feel this way too.
You gave up a good thing
you won't find a love like mine
I know what your choice will bring
you walk on a very fine line.
But I will still be here
waiting, hoping, remembering
memories of us will never disappear
leave my heart to its dismembering.
I'll see us talk and laugh again
listening to your warm voice
but happiness is something I cannot feign
you made such an unfair choice.
Yet, my love is something you will always find.
ErosionThe sands of time go whirling byMore Like This
Blowing away all signs
People come and go
As does the landscape
Dust is all that you are
Dust is all that shall be
Oceans sweep the landscape
Temperatures rise and fall
Civilization is forgotten
Brother against brother
Primal instinct takes us all
ClockThe pendulum swingsMore Like This
And helpless I cling
In hoping and waiting
With endless debating
That I can just somehow finish this thing
The night it does toll
Bells they vibrate my soul
And I find myself crying
And inwardly dying
That somehow my mind can produce something droll
"She doth speak lunacy!" bird cries
And my heart, well, it sighs
For it all seems quite dreary
And makes me form a theory
That in the twelfth toll all creativity dies
But now this poses a query
Does it count to be eerie?
For that I have to a science
But it's not in compliance
With what I desire so it leaves me quite leery
Yet, oh! nonetheless
Suppose I'll do my best
To create something catchy
Though it will be quite patchy
Yes I'm sure this will put me right to the test
The Questioning BeginsAntagonist and protagonist,More Like This
is what I have given,
The Raven and The Vulture,
each have roles to follow,
The tide has arrived,
with order and chaos clashing,
free Brutus from his cage,
or throw him in the abysmal chamber,
The Gentle against the Brutal,
Dolls, Clowns, and bears fall in line,
Civil unrest about sugar and Cratbat goods,
while others profit from their loss,
The People of Strahl live their days,
like any other with merriment and joy,
While the people of Fourthwith in their days,
enjoy battle and decapitation,
These words are simple,
The phrases are mixed,
The point is clear,
The sides need to be picked,
The people look toward violence,
The Man with the clock Hat tells them "No",
The Man with Wings tells them,
Go along with that train of thought,
With all the spite and fight,
The question is this,
look toward the man with wings,
or help the man with the clock hat,
One will lift the city of dread,
the other will burn it to the ground,
Both have fire of will,
Who will you choos
Little Black BookConscience was my killer;More Like This
Little black book of fate;
I stored each name
In colours of shame
And preserved the sinful date.
Skeletons in the closet;
Corpses in the yard;
All I did want
In my fell haunt
Was a faded tarot card.
Thoughts on WithdrawalThis is withdrawal at its finest,More Like This
tremors rack my bones as my eyes roll back,
my hands shake, grasping at hollow thoughts,
I need you, I need you,
but it's more than that,
I need to need you,
unhealthy rotting beats of the heart,
I am alone,
clawing at the underside of my own skin,
searching for a way out,
a release from this temptation,
where is freedom in all this loneliness,
must you fuck me to love me,
I loved, love you
and where are these leftover aches for you supposed to go?
Can I Trust You?Can I trust youMore Like This
Can I trust you NOT to lie to me
Can I trust you to be there
When I need you the most
Can I trust you not to break your promise
Can I trust you to trust me
Can I trust you
That if I cry one day, you'll be there to mourn with me the next
Can I trust you NOT to speak bad of me behind my back
Can I trust you that you really are my friend
Can I trust you, when you say, "I love you", you mean it
Can I trust you to protect me and have my back
Can I trust you?
No more lies..
Mirror eyesTwo sets of emerald eyesMore Like This
Precious and glowing
Mirror each other
In every hope
In every fantasy
In every desire
But still close
Looking for love
All of these
In each other
Times of loveMutual loveMore Like This
A shared dream
Of past moments
For a happy future
Together as one
Partners in life
An unbreakable bond
A love like no other
The Phantom's DomainMasks and red rosesMore Like This
Tied with black ribbons
Gilded mirrors with faux glass
Hiding passage ways
A rustle of a cape
Was that a laugh?
Is he watching?
Is it you imagination?
Letters signed O. G.
Demanding his way
Accidents – and divas
Threatened by his whims
Keep your hand at the level of your eye
Stay out of the fifth cellar
Avoid the lake beyond
The Opera Ghost does exist
Free FallThough the high accumulates when you jumpMore Like This
And we'll fall instead of fly
Before we hit the ground let's enjoy the ride
It gave us a taste of being alive
Life isn't without a free fall
We're free falling tonight
The cycle of lifeFlowersMore Like This
None of them
But that's not a waste
For after the flower
Comes the fruit
With the seeds within
Each one of them
With the potential
No become a new plant
A new life
A new beauty
The She-fairyGather my friends, come closerMore Like This
a story to tell you I have,
of a girl who didn't believe and wouldn't give in
of a girl who couldn't forget
a castle far,
there was a girl
a young one
and white skin
could rend a man
to his knees
She wasn't tall
but she was bold
She was the kindest
of her friends all
She was a child, better-witted
than the wisemen of old
yet her heart was much warmer
than those stones of marble cold
She loved to laugh
and dance and sing
She loved her home
and every little thing
A time though came
when she lost her home
those wisemen old
brought down the war
They fought each other
more ground to cover
although some say
it started with a begrudged lover
Destruction was massive
and peace elusive
The earth got burned
and houses were shattered
Our girl was sad
they wouldn't listen
they wouldn't budge
from their mission
She couldn't see
her home destroyed
and everything she loved
now so void
Her bitterness and hopelessness
brought her to her knees,
Far and closeA bit of loveMore Like This
A bit of lust
And some flirting
That's how we roll
From a distance
But closely connected
Sharing jokes and laughs
Having fantasies of all kinds
We sigh for each other
And long for company
Both of us waiting
For the chance
Of making the fantasy true
Holding Your HandI rememberMore Like This
to your lips
as the light of life
left your eyes
seemed to be
when you smiled
your face became
which will remain
in the dormant state
with the blankness
are the first
deep inside skin
that I feel
by your side
holding your hand
of final breath
I shall be
taking your spirit
to all of the places
that you so wanted
The Fluorescent GuillotineThe waves crushed angrily against the rough stones and even with the wind being reduced to a soft breeze, they surged and tried to bury the rocks forming the coast beneath them. Even after all the centuries, millennia, aeons which had passed, the ocean still had not gotten over the island's presence. It still held a grudge against the infernal forces of the volcanoes, which had died a long time ago and now the stubborn signs of life covered their rugged remains. But even the local creatures and plants were not unaffected by the ancient hatred. They were either endangered by the sharp and cold wind, landslides and falling rocks, the mercilessly blazing sun, a lack of fresh water sources and soil, or by each other. The trees greedily drank the mist away when the clouds were pressed against the mountain sides and piled up to reach the ridge. The vast, green crowns blocked the sunlight and created a cool and shady twilight below them. As if they were a revenge from the disadvantaged undergMore Like This
My constant state of mind.Confoundment professed shamelessly, notwithstanding comprehensive edification.More Like This
My Friend's Mary SueMore Like This
How to Help a Friend
While I focuses on friends with Mary Sues, most of this advice also applies to family members, art idols, and strangers.
Have you ever picked up a new story, feeling good about its potential to lift you up and alleviate your boredom, only to find that it houses a dreaded Mary Sue?
You stare at the piece of paper. Now what? You aren't pond scum, so you know better than to type "ur chara is a mary sue, u suck, go die in a hole." But what do you say? On the one hand, you don't want to hurt the writer's feelings, or turn them off of writing forever. But on the other, you feel that you have to say something...
This guide will help you respond to a situation like this. It will help you critique friends without making them mad at you, offer gentle pointers to your overeager little brother, or know when to back away from t
MMS 8: In the House of ToronMore Like This
Amirra woke up and found herself lying on a mat with a blanket draped over her. Where was she? Suddenly, memories rushed over her: the storm…losing Indio…everything. Amirra blinked.
She still didn’t know where she was.
Amirra scrambled into a sitting position to get a better view of where she was, wherever that might be. She appeared to be in a cottage, but different than Elda’s. The main difference was the ceiling. No objects were haphazardly hanging there, just waiting to hit people in the head if they were tall enough. A fire was crackling contentedly in a fireplace on her right, and there was something like a kitchen on her left, with a window letting the evening air seep in. There was a small hallway, and she got up and followed it.
There were two doors at the end opposite each other, and each one led to a tiny little room with two cots, a shelf and a small, round clay stove in each one. In one room, the cot had several assorted items on it, and both of the
the gold molar (you are unimportant)golden bones forming theMore Like This
"you" shape from top to top,
it is a letter of tmj.
enveloping the affection
like it is tucked away neatly
ready to be sent away,
turned-tail and returned
you run your tongue
over the front of your teeth,
the tip the tip then gliding
over the cap
and the realization
happens. the affection
you swallow is you
clapping for the wrong reasons.
the ringleader doesn't control
the animal is subservient.
you do not control your fate,
gold molars are you
only refusing to swallow
the greed you do not brush
out of your mouth
when you wake up
closest to the mineral
caves you dreamt of.
so you hold onto
the gold molar
tighter than a glow stick
at a rave.
[Letters]4. [i used to believe you,More Like This
until your smile cracked;
deceit ran through your veins
and your ribcage shook
with whispered breaths
had a knack for
finding specks of sun-
shine in abandoned
and i would
see your face
light up with joy
that i couldn't
never let anyone
see that flicker
of light, again)
The Epitome of EvilIt is the silence that envelopes the world every night that awakens her.More Like This
It is the blossoming of spring flowers that occurs during the brightest of days that weakens her.
It is the dreaded rush of a battle in a too quiet evening that excites her.
It is all the good in the world that destroys her, all the bad in the world that revives her.
It is the fairest of them all that she spits on, the most gruesome she spares.
It is the wicked she looks up to, the good she shuns.
She is the epitome of evil,
her soul churns in the abyss of endless oblivion,
forever drowning in the inky blackness of her heart.
MMS 7: The Boy Who Was a BearMore Like This
Amirra’s head poked out from the sheet of moving water. She was not being pursued. Good. Now, her goal was to get out of the river.
Amirra’s ears perked up. The water up ahead sounded different… She realized why with a jolt. Rapids!
Amirra immediately began to swim in a diagonal, like Skyflash had once taught her to do. She hoped she would be able to get to shore in time. She knew that the rapids could mean death. She glanced at her surroundings, still trying to swim to shore. There were no logs sticking out from the sides of the shore. There were plenty of rocks ahead, of course, which would definitely kill her if she got over there. A tree had fallen, making a bridge above the river, but it was too high to reach.
Amirra suddenly realized that she hadn’t gotten the right angle. She would face the rapids now. She closed her eyes…and felt herself being yanked into the air.
Amirra’s feet landed on the log above the river. Her eyes widened when she saw
ghazal for kateversion 192924billionMore Like This
a whitewashed fence looks orange beneath the lamplight and
i think she's beautiful, limpid on last autumn's leaves
her knees are stark against the dirt back drop as the bruises blossom
like varying species of olives mounted upon her calves
hand in hand, we stumble through the deadened plots where
the drying sheets look more like billowing, middle-eastern scarves
and the pink fireworks rocket across the asphalt as her
stomach explodes out her throat and into a slew of adjectives