Sirens (My 1st Collab Poem!)Bittersweet (Miracle2's Contribution) ~ Iridescent (AkiIsAwesome42's Contribution) ~ Remorseful (Tsuru67's Contribution)Sirens (My 1st Collab Poem!) by ~letthemeatwords
In the churning waters of the Swallowing Sea,
There was a band of creatures that lived there in glee.
The sensational sirens, to the darkness they belong,
For their seductive voices and their sinister song.
Their leader was the one with the most beautiful sound,
Her name was Creana, whom the strictest she could dumbfound.
With just four notes she could catch a sailor's ear,
And then send him tumbling to the rocks to be speared.
A siren named Cloee was Creana's little sister,
But her voice was cursed, so when she sang, on their ears grew blisters.
Creana still adored her, but their relationship was bittersweet,
She'd cover Cloee's mouth with seaweed so she wouldn't scare the fleet.
Even after such mistreatment, Cloee was determined,
To prove to all in the Swallowing Sea that her voice wasn't a burden.
As soon as a plan formed in her head, her eyes grew
Controversial- Prolouge (RE-WRITTEN)Controversial-Prolouge RE-WRITTENControversial- Prolouge (RE-WRITTEN) by ~letthemeatwords
I'm the narrator, in case you didn't know that after I said “‘I’m’, and there's a story I’ve been itching to tell. It's been kept a secret for a while, trust me, it’s very controversial. But, I thought somepony would want to hear it, so here I am.
Sure, this is a tale from Equestria, the very very very magical place with lots and lots and lots of rainbows and apples and Apples and rocks and trees and trees and rocks and water and flowers and singing and general happiness... however, I’m warning you now that there were some not happy and cheerful things going on at the time. In other words, th
The Hole KingHole KingThe Hole King by ~letthemeatwords
The throne was empty. Undeniably, unordinarily, unexplainably empty.
Just one day ago, the citizens of Oodrah remembered standing in front of the last remaining mega-screen in the heart of the city, a projector that stretched 100 ft by 75 ft in area, the ebony sides gleaming brightly in the moonlight. It was one of the last objects in Oodrah that was shiny and clean, everyone elseâs mini screens were shattered in the center and collecting dust and lint.
They recalled the scene showed on the screen, a cream wall of gleaming porcelain behind a pointed sky-scraping chair carved out of the finest wood that was th
I Was Prepared (Midnight Poetry!!!)I Was PreparedI Was Prepared (Midnight Poetry!!!) by ~letthemeatwords
I Was Prepared (Inspired by the song Epically Fail, by Dr.Dissonance)
In the face of
Failure, for she
Spun her web
and settled there,
took no heed of
that would not
push her onward
towards a path
that lacked a
Dungeons, no turning
back, she couldn't
disagree, not to
royalty with crowns
spiked and glittering,
who tied her so willingly
in that silken lace
she spun and hung
She is pure,
she does not
struggle in the
bonds she could
so easily snap,
No, she recoils,
She will be noble,
though she trembles
at waht can
huso horariopaso por la cocina y escucho el tic-tac de un reloj.huso horario by ~BluestWaves
son las once.
son las nada, la hora trece que acrece un doce entre números romanos,
el tiempo es una mentira,
como la vía láctea y el fin del mundo.
Si está oscuro son las cinco de la mañana y está por salir el sol,
en algún lugar hay un pez despierto y un pez dormido,
todo es eterno y líquido y mercúreo
y áureo, amanece en el Pacífico.
Un tic y un segundo, un tac y otro más,
al tercero se reescribió la historia y
mil monumentos se fueron a dormir.
En el silencio nunca hubo silencio,
hay tiempo q
foran havet (hvorfor glemmer vi alltforan havet by ~BluestWaves
når havet er stor og kraftig og rolig
og foran oss?)
Jeg tror at bare sola vet det,
men hun er tyst og vil ikke snakker.
Jeg tror også at hun glemmer det når det blir natt, og
hun faller i søvn bak horisonten.
hun har falt, allerede.
Jeg ønsker å vite hvorfor
jeg står her ikveld og det finnes ingenting bortsett mørke,
borsett meg og svart natt,
uten stjerner eller luftsviser,
bare meg og dybde og endeløs bølger.
jeg vil ikke har spørs
nomadeComo si tirara por la ventana todo,nomade by ~BluestWaves
pensamientos y un restito de palabras,
hago un bollo con mi diario y salgo a caminar
por una llanura de papel picado,
viento de plumas y nubes de arcón vacío,
y todas tienen forma de pescados.
Como si tirara por la ventana todo,
pensamientos y un restito de palabras,
me ato la mochila y encaro la sudestada,
la ruta y el desierto, una nada de
pastos famélicos y días largos, una
patagonia de olvido en el alma-
-así es mi vida de vidas en una hoja
de papel en blanco para pinturas o poesías,
así son las vías huecas y lánguidas y
el caer de la tarde
he looked like icelandhe looked like iceland,he looked like iceland by ~BluestWaves
with those white lips of his,
those white teeth of his,
that white smile.
he felt a bit like iceland, too,
walking on the snow like the last man on earth,
picking on the stray anchovites that gladed past us,
by the shore,
snorting at the constellations.
He was like iceland because he never left footprints and he was so far away,
almost like the last standard of the Mid-Atlantic Ridge,
He was like iceland because he left my hands cold, and there was always a folk song whispering around him,
like he never did anything but speak in ancestral riddles.
But he looked the most like Icela