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ConvulsionsAn arm flies out,
A leg kicks up
Hips sway, sweat drips
Belly undulating, breasts heaving
Here, this is pain
Dropping to my knees, so hard I can hear the thud
Back arched, hands clawing
Here, this is sorrow
Cradling myself, shivering
Drawing inwards, shoulders hunched
This is love
Doe eyes and a soft smile
This is challenge
Finger crooked, head cocked, eyes glinting
This is joy
Jumping, Grinning, hair flying
This is anger punching, fear cowering.
This is how I dance
How I grieve
How I celebrate
How I rage
How I feel
How I forget
How I live.

Chapter One ContestShe does not feel brave, in fact, she feels little emotion. There is a dream-like quality to her surroundings, and to her own state of mind. She shakes her head to try and clear it. There is something...

There is something she should know. Why that has become clear when the something itself is still trapped in the fog in her mind, she has no idea.

The gate. She faces it, and shoves the papers back into her pockets. Slowly, her every sense on alert, she passes through and then stands there in awe. She finds it disquieting going from daylight to night with one step. At first all she can do is stand there and stare. The lights! The

Proper Use of Me and ITwo of the most common words used incorrectly, both in written material and in speech, are "me" and "I."

Technically, "I" is a nominative pronoun used as a subject of a sentence, while "me" is an objective pronoun, used as an object. The problem usually arises when connecting objects in a sentence. "I" is not an objective case word, but it is used simply because to most people it just sounds better.

Using "I" works for the nominative case when you and the other person are subjects of a sentence; however, if you and the other person are objects of the sentence, using "I" is not correct.

For example, "Mary and I are going to the conference"

DefenceLast
fence:
your
hands

I paint your face in my mindI paint your face in my mind
On the canvas of my dreams
A picture of hearts entwined

When to duty I'm confined
Loneliness louder than screams
I paint your face in my mind

I see your eyes - loving, kind
Beauty that from the soul streams
A picture of hearts entwined

That's where I can new strength find
When yoke of fate so hard seems
I paint your face in my mind

When the resolve stays behind
It is the love that redeems
A picture of hearts entwined

Even if I would go blind
In the darkness your light gleams
I paint your face in my mind
A picture of hearts entwined

Around the World in 80 DaysApparently, the world is flat. F
                                     a
                                       l
                                       l
                                       i

GondorGlory of past, memories
Oaths of faithfulness
Now arrived the hour of
e
e
Dark is the path the dead guard
Out of danger will
Rise the long lost kingly line

Caves of the ForgottenNow sing the song of dreamers under stone
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep
And wander ever in their dreams alone

Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In place forgotten where Sun never shone
There Ar-Pharazôn landed with his fleet

Now sing the song of dreamers under stone
In Caves of Damned forever they will sleep

Music of AinurCreate and sing!
Your mind has wings from Music wrought
In an eye's blink to being brought in Timeless Hall
What you can think to the last dot, that I will call to make a world
                The horse's trott, the fir-trees tall, the heat and cold
                                        The creatures small, and big and bold

Turin TurambarYou want to be a master of your fate
And believe still that you can win this fight
But anger kills as surely as a blade
And so is dimmed for you Doriath's light
For king's judgement you did not want to wait
But fled instead - fugitive in the night
Wandering lost, you found men of the night
And joined with them, and shared their lonely fate
On Amon Rûdh you will for your friend wait
His love will guide him, make him join your fight
Then Bow and Helm will bring to these lands light
Until the bond is severed by the blade
The sword is black and cruel is its blade
When it cuts flesh in darkness of the night
What you have done, you'll see in flash of light
And understand the evil turn of fate
For it is not an enemy you fight
But Beleg's death that in your hands did wait
For other man the elven maid did wait
But love is as dangerous as a blade
That Gwindor sees, and gives up without fight
Then bridge was build, and dragon came in night
And so is sealed Nargothrond's tragic fate
In Pool o

Death of Cu ChulainnStill your hand holds a sword
Still enemies shiver
Still death didn't take hold
Your blood is a river
Still in your veins it flows
And burns like a fever
But now your brave heart slows
Though standing you remain
Like avaiting more blows
So a hero is slain
Belt keeps you on your feet
Tied to stone with blood-stain
Soon you'll your father meet
After a raven lands
And your heart stops to beat
Though saying farewell to mortal lands
True warrior does not bow, but stands

Ships of AlqualondeThe song of waters sounded clear and sweet
In light of Trees before its brightness dimmed
There white wood was with foaming sea-waves rimmed
The swiftest swan-ships in a mighty fleet
The sails were woven with a silver thread
As they sailed proudly through the storms and wind
Like graceful swans their prows were shaped, flanks winged
No better ship could sailor ever meet
Now white planks reddened with the Elven blood
In Swanhaven under the darkened sky
Where ships were taken together with lives
Then sky in Losgar reddened like rose bud
The fires rose on shores where the gulls cry
To Alqualondë only ash arrives

Heavenly DanceAnor
Arien's flame
in bright glory rises
blind towards all but her duty
cold Sun
Ithil
Tilion's love
pursues her through darkness
the lunatic devotion of
full Moon

Of Names and DecisionsFair child without sorrow
Is your life hollow,
Noldorin prince?
Dreams are just small seeds
Adventures, great deeds
Ripen long since…
A burning fire
That’s your desire:
Onwards without wince

In the light of Two Trees
Noon of Valinor's bliss
Golden-haired child
Over the wide sea, though
Lie the lands you don't know
Distant and wild
Oh, eager child...

***
Faithful and steady
Is you oath ready,
Nargothrond’s king?
Reaping the visions
Of your decisions
Darkness will sink
For the oath spoken
Echoes unbroken
Loyalty true
A new hope is born
Grief of those who mourn
Up to sky flew
New day is coming
Dawning in blue

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Little Prince

by =MirachRavaia, Apr 23, 2012, 12:55:09 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Wait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back.

I met a boy. He wanted a sheep.
He gave me the gift of laughing stars.
I promised him I will not weep:
that secret will stay forever ours...
I met a boy. He owned a rose.
She's on his planet - very far.
I watch it every night - he knows...
And so, if you by chance are close
to the place where his footprints are -
Wait for a time, exactly under the star.

Then, if a little man appears who laughs,
who has golden hair
and who refuses to answer questions,
you will know who he is.

Then he will teach you how to see -
with your heart and not with you eyes,
how moody some flowers can be,
and how you should establish ties.
So prepare to be a little tamed,
just like it happened once to me.
And if you cry - he can't be blamed:
that's what comes with being tamed.
And so I have only one plea:
If this should happen, please comfort me.

Walk with him slowly to a well,
and watch how peaceful he's in sleep.
And ask him if his rose is well -
- I forgot the strap for his sheep...
I met a boy - my little prince,
and in this place I lost his track.
I haven't seen him ever since,
but you, I hope I can convince:
Don't leave me about him in black
Send me word that he has come back.

Little Princeby =MirachRavaia

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