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Bragi Sep 2018
Like a hammer that’s too short.
Like a wall that feels lacking.
Like a land of giants, vanished.
Like a god among gods who aren’t your own.
Perfect in an imperfect world or

imperfect in a perfect world;
your imperfection shown.

Yggdrasil overgrown and all the options leave you empty.
At first nine worlds seem plenty
but soon you hope for twenty,
finding no treasures tempting.
Your desires in the waters 

of three holy wells reflecting
a thing that seems calm and collected:
an ending to the ending;
soft but not,

like a pillow made of rock,
you rest your head upon
the thought of Ragnarök.
Blade Maiden Sep 2018
The wolves are hungry tonight
and so is she
her heart does know no fright
with her pack she longs to be

Under the bloodmoon
see her limbs grow
her feral body is to swoon
turning wolf into lady from head to toe

Her brothers and sisters sharp teethed
running with the winds of winter
in this cold and star-bright night they will feast
blood smearings in the snow look just like cinder

Hear her song howling through the air
all ice melts underneath her fiery feet
as they catch and bite and tear
lucky ones see her eyes before their demise they meet

'Tis the night of the hunt
benighted men will not run
shouting "Begone! Animal! ****!"
happily she devours them, flayed bodies in the morning sun

She's always lurking, lusting for your smell
Dripping wet her mouth with the juice of life
no one lived for the story to tell
of the wolf woman, dark wood's feral wife
Derrick Jones Sep 2018
The trees burst forth from the ground
Like the arms of giants
No one is around
So no one hears the sound
That they are making
As they set the earth quaking
Like the silent symphony  
Of a heart breaking

Their fingers trace patterns in the stars
As the arms slowly grow toward heaven
Hoping one day to break free of these bars
To finally escape the earth’s prison

In the constellations they see heroes
Myths created to help the trees cope
With the fact that their chances are zero
And escape is but a foolish hope

But the stories give them purpose
Meaning, faith, and grandeur
Even when but a log heading toward a furnace
They see the start of an adventure
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Kora Sani Sep 2018
If Satan
were really
the Devil
he wouldn't punish
bad people
it's a myth
you see
that evil lies
in the darkest
of nights
so don't be worried
when the nightmares
bring comfort
a familiar darkness
no longer afraid
safety can be found
in the arms of the shadows
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018
A lily given and adorns my hair;
my lucky charm.
Short and sweet! ^-^
Lyn ***
Shofi Ahmed Aug 2018
Thinking that ancient Egyptian
made the great pyramid
is numerically imperfect.
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
Forgiveness does not mean stupidity.
I forgive people for me ONLY because I won't let people
have that power over me.
Trust me, I know it's HARD to forgive, but it's worth it
because you will have a sense of peace.
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
The mirror reflects no lie.
And at times, that's what I fear most.
If anyone wants to read the Letter and Gala series, it's now in a public collection!
Lyn ***
Kim Essary Aug 2018
Have you ever wonder what is at the end  of a rainbow. Or do rainbows ever end?
Believing or not believing that would all depend.
The Irish, such as myself have always believed at the end of every rainbow, a  little man called a leprechaun awaits protecting his *** of gold.:
If the rest of the world can see  UFO's and green little men called aliens,  then why is it so hard to believe in a leprechaun and stories our ancestors told .
The magic of the rainbow is it is  caused by the sunlight,  yet always appears on the opposite side of the sun.
The colors, an array of beauty as it's pattern always has seven.
They say in Ireland if you sit and listen you can sometimes hear the sound of the leprechauns gold coins hitting hos iron pail.
Beware of trying to find him or ask from him his gold because he will never tell .
But there is one thing he will do to make you see his trickery and play you like a fool
He will grant you three wishes but before you know it he will run off  to never be seen again because leprechauns live by only the leprechauns Rule,
Some call it a myth some believe it to be true
Me , aw yes I believe in leprechauns and his *** of gold too
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