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“Could you make any comment on the recent series of hurricanes, Your Majesty?”
The Vala winced and sighed. These newspaper guys were really annoying.
“Should I ever comment on them?” he asked coldly. “And… what newspaper are you from?”
“Tirion Weekly News!” the elf replied with a daring smile. “So, lord Manwe… anything to say about it? You know, several buildings were destroyed completely, some ships sank, lots of damage everywhere…”
“I know,” the Vala interrupted, expecting another wave of headache. “What do you want from me?”
“I’d like to know if you have any connection to those disastrous events.”
“As a lord of winds I surely have…” Manwe allowed himself a sarcastic smile. “But all in all…” he paused, browsing through the memories of past few weeks… a telling-off from Eru... a “slight” disagreement with Varda… Eonwe’s being involved in yet another duel… and finally Laure’s quiet but bold celebration of Ilse, the Day of Silver, one of the festivals of the Dark…
The elf-reporter waited.
“Well…?” he demanded after a minute of silence.
“Ah! Sorry… well, all in all it was… just a natural disaster!”
The elf understood Manwe’s glance perfectly well and left the palace almost running… to be nearly blown away by another storm…
The Vala winced and sighed. These newspaper guys were really annoying.
“Should I ever comment on them?” he asked coldly. “And… what newspaper are you from?”
“Tirion Weekly News!” the elf replied with a daring smile. “So, lord Manwe… anything to say about it? You know, several buildings were destroyed completely, some ships sank, lots of damage everywhere…”
“I know,” the Vala interrupted, expecting another wave of headache. “What do you want from me?”
“I’d like to know if you have any connection to those disastrous events.”
“As a lord of winds I surely have…” Manwe allowed himself a sarcastic smile. “But all in all…” he paused, browsing through the memories of past few weeks… a telling-off from Eru... a “slight” disagreement with Varda… Eonwe’s being involved in yet another duel… and finally Laure’s quiet but bold celebration of Ilse, the Day of Silver, one of the festivals of the Dark…
The elf-reporter waited.
“Well…?” he demanded after a minute of silence.
“Ah! Sorry… well, all in all it was… just a natural disaster!”
The elf understood Manwe’s glance perfectly well and left the palace almost running… to be nearly blown away by another storm…
Fall, 2024
2024, October 2nd. "Steve, drink, please," Shelley begged. She was getting desperate. "Come on, drink!" Her brother however shook his head a bit, barely having the strength to do it decently. His eyes replied 'it is too late', while his smile tried to comfort her.
"No, Steve," Shelley whispered. "You can live. There will be help soon, I promise." Her voice could not hide her fear and gathering tears, however. Shelley brought the wet rag to his mouth again, but he only turned his head a little more in her direction, half closing his eyes. He whispered, barely understandable "I am too young to die," he sighed. The last blue of his irises now d
A Small Measure of Peace
Just like how a seed struggles its way into the light,
Our lives are filled with hardships until we reach delight,
In order to coup with these harsh fights,
We all have a safe haven to hold tight,
A person or a place that gives us a small measure of peace in our darkest nights,
But without that light to enlighten our sights,
Life will become an eternal night.
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The cold days of winter
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Whispers
Stalking in the shadows
The lights behind the eyes
Whirling in the winds
Where the wolf cries
The lights dance in the sky
Wavering down to earth
No heat, no warmth
Some with fear, some with mirth
Can you hear them howling
Just beyond the veil
The curtain parts just a little
Revealing nothing there
Is it just a dream
The voices in the wind
Or is it really something
That will be again
a study of the impermanence of things.
1. me
a note on your hand. the point of a pen pressed
against your skin; almost sharp, almost painful.
the feeling of much said in haste, much said in
few words. the knowledge that this is something
you should not forget. glistening black ink,
stark and fresh for now, but fading in time.
2. you
running your hand along the spines of library books.
the excitement of opening a new book. the softness
of yellow, well-worn pages beneath your fingertips.
the satisfaction of closing it for the last time.
the quiet sadness that it was never yours to keep.
the stories that linger with you after you are g
no resolutions
still singing with a stolen voice.
still falling in love with strangers.
too many after-midnights:
manufacturing weather.
pretending not to understand
the languages of hunger.
as if the flapping birds you
call your hands don't thrum
with excess and
joy alike.
as if you are not forever lost: in these patterns.
in the mystery
of laughter.
as if you are not still just a visitor to your own body.
suicide
Surrounded by his sanguine kin
Unable to relate to them
Impatient and in mortal dread
Cholly chose to leave instead
Induced by hope of some respite
Dangling free he left to find
Everlasting night.
Same Ending, Different Story. v2
There's no taking anything back,
only leaving it all on the table.
Finding comfort in a stranger,
forgetting to remember what they will.
I've taken nothing for granted
I'm just aware of what I don't have.
Finding life in taking strides
towards taking mine back.
My words are crowds in your head,
lies don't live as long as truths.
The past may keep me down
but I'll give as much as you.
I've opened up again,
beginning to breathe in.
No triumph or glory.
But maybe you'll hear
a different story.
I'm always considering what to say,
only to end up keeping it to myself.
Finding refuge in my doubt,
replacing what I'v
Idyll II
Idyll IIFor Puabi
One quiet evening at her side,
My bed becomes a meadow;
All around us is still and calm.
Nature lies peacefully waiting.
A tender breeze,
A tender sigh;
The warm glow the sun and moon,
The warm glow in her eyes.
A gentle heart safe from harm.
Poetry by ShokuAli30
Martha Nussbaum: The Rock Star Philosopher-Essay
Martha Nussbaum The Rockstar Philosopher Martha Nussbaum is what Newsweek called the closest thing to a Rockstar that philosophy has (Burleigh). Martha Nussbaum is a moral philosopher and law professor at the University of Chicago and is very outspoken about her findings in the field of Justice. This essay will focus on three capabilities in order to show the reader how the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) misinforms the United States population regarding nutrition facts, furthermore, a basic understanding of Nussbaum’s Capabilities will be included in order to further explain how it is possible to improve daily nutrition to benefit oneself. Nussbaum’s theory includes ten Capabilities that she credits as to what we need to achieve to be a fully human life (Nussbaum). The full list of Capabilities and their meanings are explained in the appendix. Briefly, they all focus on human life and how people should live in order to have a fulling and productive life. The Capabilities that
Time's Up Trump
So this is the end
Your presidency has expired
Smelling like a pile of fertilizer!
Taking the rights of everyone!
And lies you mask to sound true
Just to save your toasted behind!
Your lies keep burying you
Deeper and deeper into that hole
Until you meet Satan in Hell
Who'll be happy to take your soul!
Crisp it until its nothing, but ash!
Because that's where you belong!
Hiding the truth from the masses!
As you watch us all fight for survival!
The lives of millions struck by the plague
Their blood is on your hands
You silly, pig-headed fool!
And if a question puts you in a rut!
You always make up something quick
Because your always telling
Featured in groups
Originally written for B2MEM 2010, but as it suits the contest topic at #tolkien, I decided to submit it here 
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Hilarious! I love it!