deep in the caves, the rivers sleep and dream of sunlight
in their limestone cages, the memory of sunrise
on their liquid minds
their limpid bodies an arrow
aiming to quench a thirst
deeper than themselves
in that dark
they look for fire
or any warm place
boiling as though in a fever
they rise
never have they asked for anything,
sought anything,
except for the stars
they still remember
they break against rock
and now they are light as air
as nothing
and still they have no sun
How To Murder Your Muse by C1nderellaMan, literature
Literature
How To Murder Your Muse
I can't think! My poems stink!
My rhymes just stare blankly and seldomly blink.
My writing is crabby, my citing is flabby
My verses were cursed by my three year old tabby.
"Not feeling inspired?" my doctor inquired,
"Maybe your muse feels abused and retired?"
"Here are some pills, they're crunchy and pink.
Take two at bedtime with plenty of drink!
By morning your musings will bandage their bruising.
Your rhymes will be chiming and bouncing and cruising!"
"He's a real pro." I thoughtfully thinked.
Munching on meds I then said, "All right pink,
let's cure my write crisis and restock my ink!"
As late evening crept, I slept and I dreamed.
I s
Warriors and Ribbons by sir-hattington, literature
Literature
Warriors and Ribbons
Loki’s head was throbbing as his senses returned to him. A little voice named hindsight niggled inside his head and with an unhelpful smugness said, 'you should've listened to Odin.' The annoying thing about hindsight is that it's not wrong; Loki could have avoided this whole ordeal if he had listened to his brother's cautious words.
Little good those words did him now.
His bare feet dragged along the floor. Why were they bare? Where were his shoes? They must have taken them. Loki silently seethed. His shoes, though magic, were no threat to his captors. His crimson boots made him fly, that was all. They had more of a sentimental value
The Elder Song, of Ilaemval and Kharidhor (part 2) by Irjikor, literature
Literature
The Elder Song, of Ilaemval and Kharidhor (part 2)
For I am Kariv, wisdom speaker
White my beard, for much I’ve seen
Hear my words and I will tell you
What once was, and what has been:
Argolon, a pious people
For Ilaëmval did they pray
For he, the highest, had been blessed,
For he was born Mahälisee
Bent the baby was at birthing
Though a light shone in his eyes
Rain subsided, sun shone brightly
As wings stretched out with his first cries
Bright born baby grew to power
The bent newborn would be no more
Highborn son shone as a savior
Unlike any son before
Not a foe would fight before him
Nor opponents flee at all
Before his fiery gaze they gathered
Low they knelt to Ilaë
The Elder Song, of Ilaemval and Kharidhor (part 1) by Irjikor, literature
Literature
The Elder Song, of Ilaemval and Kharidhor (part 1)
Sit in silence, sons of Gurik
Leave your loudness, listen well
Wisdom will be here recounted
Ancient tales which I will tell
For I am Kariv, wisdom giver
White my beard, for much I’ve seen
Hear my words and I will tell you
What once was, and what has been:
Ancient Ankor ’as been for ages
Though once the world was wild and young
Once, when Gurik still was shaping
‘t Is the time of tale and song
In these times the world was watched
By warriors mighty of skill and word
But none more so than these two rivals
Greatest of whom we have heard:
“Where White Sun shines upon the World”
He who we call Ilaëmval
Of th
Even mechanical things can live.
It stirred, steel tendons and synthetic muscles twanging like sad music in the cold silent dark. In turn, the dark hissed back, a noiseless sound from the furthest depths of blackest space. The thing with the tendons of steel and the skinless hide glistening with oil twitched and spasmed and trembled, the mess of electric synapses it called a mind confused by the notion of life.
It felt. And what it felt confused it, for it had never felt before and it did not know what it was to feel. It felt cold and hot at the same time, two extremes of temperature that at a point became inseparable with each other. It fe