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Sandoval Jan 9
I am not a princess
that needs to be saved.

I am a broken warrior,
a Valkyrie in distress.

An echo of a forgotten
strength that always comes

back in vigorous ways.

Sandoval
There is a war within myself and I intend on winning..
Avestani Jan 1
Test director
Follow the vector
My mind is a spectre
It flys through the walls
Here it coming
The sound of it crawling
I juggle addictions
And don't drop the ball
Im misguided
Listened to wisdom
I swear I've been taught this
Then forgot it all
I've decided
To be undecided
Red or the blue pill
I wont make the call


Slowly down this precipice I pray I never fall
Only when there's none to give does heaven start to call
Forced into indifference like I forgot it all


Words strung together like the blessing of the ancient ones who's will was turned to stone and drafted on the cosmic slate of demon bones


Lofty shroud of ignorance that graces round the throne, screaming  that I'm lonely y now when I possess a phone


Exiled from my own mistakes, my past once felt like home, but now feels foreign to the touch as memories dance across my brain I crave the numbness in my veins


I've grown so much but still fear pain, I know there's cost, yet seldom pay, I yearn for freedom as a slave, I feel so lost but know the way


I seek the steps that I should take
But all my worry seems so fake
I beg, I ask for help to plan
But hold the power in my hands
I seldom lack to save my friends
But always lag to save myself
I let my demons win today
But yet I stand here set to slay


You've been directed by the best
And every helping hand you've turned
To live in your own perfect world
You know your sin
You know your tests
You know yourself the very best
You know the secrets that you keep
You know the pain you've buried deep
You know the way to heal yourself
You know the way you fail each test
And choose a path to what you want
Instead of taking what you need
A slave to your heart filled with greed
An eager jump for fantasy
But life's not fair
You've lived so wrong
You trapped yourself and sing your song
You know deep down your will is wrong
But still you walk in circles drawn
When you were on your darkest days
You still fall prey to your old ways
So much given, so much signs
But all you want is to feel fine
The human ways, they never change
You know for fact it cant be the same
But words like these go in and out
You couldn't care to follow suit
You're gifted teachers play with fools
You let yourself be used like tools
You crave a change yet still you use
You think you're e smart, you know the words
But seldom can you make them verbs
Your actions show you wont progress
Follow the spirits, take their tests.

You only know what you know.
You can only change if you hope to grow.
You believe in God.
You know the spirits brutal hand
Live by it. Or die by it.

Stop accepting humanity
Become the forest
A wolf named Kaos runs to and fro'
Howling and bellowing this wolf needs his home
Unlike Odin's wolves, Geri and Freki, Kaos cannot live on blood and wine alone
Kaos lives on his love and home, far from being alone
The wolf named Kaos cannot live on blood and wine alone
The wolf named Kaos needs his love, and needs his home.
K E Cummins Jun 2020
Today a thousand burdens coalesced;
Mind-monsters made meal of me.
Grief carved my face. Cry not, cry not,
We have no room for more tears.

In the morning, I saw dawn rising,
And a grey world turn green.
The sky was emptiness, blue bold music,
Over the sun that swift leapt high.

So cry not, cry not, my friend in sorrow,
Though masked faces weep in silence.
We are not alone in this desperate anger;
Dim lies the light before dawn.
Experimenting with Norse verse patterns: kennings, alliteration, consonance, etc. Any Beowulf scholars out there?
illeador Jun 2020
Shame that in a world
Full of strangers, and family alike
I dream of being alone
With no sense of humanity around.
I dream of fields
And mountainscapes,
Stretching so far and wide
I forget that I am not
The only one around.

Shame that in a world
Where being ahead in tech and possessions
Is so worshipped and envied.
Gone are the days of the living gods,
Of the earth being so unknown,
Of stories and lore told
But not yet realized or proven.

I want to know those gods.
I want to hear them
Whisper to me through the trees.
Shuffling pine needles in greeting;
To hear their steps distrupt
The creek bed beside me,
As I'm all at once alone
And yet in full company.

I want to hear Thor
Beat his against his anvil in the clouds.
To hear Freyja
Dance among the pine bed floors,
Whisper through branches and brush.
Hear Loki,
Giggling through the howls of a wolf.
I want to sit, and speak
With Odin, the Allfather
Learn from him
What he gave his eye to know.
To watch Tyr,
Battleworn and scarred,
Spar with all his pupils.

Will I ever know
If I get to see those I love again,
In some neverending afterlife?
Will I dance with them among the clouds,
Or feast with them in the Great Hall?
Ragnarok needn't ever happen.
Humanity did it all its own.
In the unending silence,
Those living gods are now dead.
And we killed them.
Rhiannon May 2020
Should we head onwards towards our future?
Make the best of what we've got.

Or set our sights on new beginnings,
And face the ragnarok.
Nikkita Mar 2020
From ice to fire
To land from sea
The deepest desire
Stands carefree
Before the endless
Rides of night and day
Two siblings happy to say
They see him, sorrowful raven, mess
Not a haven in his mind
To appease the lost divine
Yet a stirred soul lies behind
This truth bound by a whine

In chase still alive
A little they smile
No haste given
No sadness forgiven
Left now with the empty sky
Of fully woven worlds
"With our dull ****** swords
We fight to try and lose high
But what of a stray ****
In a forest of boreal trees
Funeral only awaits my plead
To forever cease"
Liz Rossi Mar 2020
last night the wolves came.

there are plum bruises across the sky
and mountains burnt white with faded sun and there’s a path seared sharp into the pines that brightens as the sky dims.


there’s a nameless man beneath the gallows
squatting like a carrion-bird at a ****. a
smile splits his face like a wound
there’s blood like spilled wine, great grinning
pools of it, and the snows are thirsty to drink


and there’s a woman with a story like a knife
and nothing to lose, and she sharpens her words and follows the fraying path into the woods.


the wolves come.

they always do.
Liz Rossi Mar 2020
black eye no eye three eyes,
do you hear the ravens?
you measure yourself in summers;
lie down and let the snows fall,
cut-glass pines and grey sky
and the path scarring up
into the clouds.

these are the winters we wait for,
these are the winters that claim us.
close your eyes and fill your lungs
with snow and ice
and snow and ice.
Saga Feb 2020
In the pit of snakes lay Ragnar
Son of Odhinn
The King of Kings
Father of Legends
Blue eyes look to the sky
Snakes bite into his flesh
Saxons Cheer
“Death to the Heathen!”
Hatred in their eyes
As the King smiles and dies
The war has just begun
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