Nay m’re parties i can nev’r has’t
T’is a game I shall not ever winneth,
T’is the best life, fie! t’is left me aghast
(bid me with what thou shalt so wilt wisheth),
I fancy a magnificent dwelling
Include a Lou at my largest request,
Boasting a tub telling for fragrant smelling
F’r it must hold many a group of guests,
I must obtain a bottomless coin purse
And bart’r a dragon, which to drowse,
P’rf’rming various acts as I trav’rse
(Thou h’ast been there whilst I still slowly browse),
I shalt exchange my life f’r endless fame
I would lop my hair and rephrase my name
I love to ride my bike up sun baked hills,
And sweetly sip the air that's full of dust.
The jumps and bumps are sources of my thrills,
Old chain attracting dirt amongst the rust .
I crank the cogs and steady metal churns.
My legs feel weighty in the push and thrust.
A bank of silt will eat the wheel that turns,
The wonder in avoiding nature's crust.
The trail begins a new and wild descent,
I focus on the path that I must take.
Vibrations in my arms will not relent,
with all the small decisions that I make.
Here I forget the worries in my life,
By throwing peril in the face of strife.
Watch Out - major DA2 Act 2 spoilers!
Ok the title seems like hyperbole, and maybe it is, but I think stand by it. The scene is from The Captain's Condolences, where Aveline speaks to Hawke after the shocking bereavement in Act 2. It's easily overlooked. Here's a vid of it - I couldn't find a transcript, but the vid is only 2 mins
Aveline is speaking to Hawke immediately after Hawke has been bereaved. Aveline starts by telling a story about her father, and how he would read stories to her when she was a child: “stupid things – dragons and heroes”. It's a nice little joke from the writer. But the thing she remembers is how “he wouldn’t turn a page until I reached over and took his hand…That big man made every step of the story my choice. I loved that”
Then she describes her father’s death, of the wasting, on a Denerim ward. “Those last weeks, I read to him…I had to take his hand to turn the pages. And I couldn’t tell if he was too weak, or if it was the old game…He smiled at that, at his big girl…”
This in itself is a nice poignant story, of the symmetry of loving gestures between father and daughter. But that’s not the end of it. Aveline then offers Hawke a drink. In the video Hawke chooses the middle option (“a glass for those we’ve lost”), but the top option (“yes”) results in Aveline saying “As much or as little as you want”, which I think it significant for the next bit.
And now we get to the little piece of genius. Aveline says “Don’t let anyone tell you when to move on. Take their hand and say ‘my choice’”
This hits like a train. Aveline says earlier that she doesn’t know why she’s telling Hawke the story about her father, but this reveals that she knew exactly why she was telling it. The lesson of the story is that you must let the bereaved decide when to turn the page and move on. This theme is threaded so gently into the dialogue, but when it’s realised it has such impact
On another level, the hand turning the page is also a reference to the gameplay and game writing mechanic of letting the player decide when to move from quest to quest, and giving players agency and control. And finally, the joke about dragons and heroes stories being 'stupid things' is belied by this scene (from just such a story) being so profoundly universal
It’s all so deftly done, as well as being beautiful and wise, and (for me at least) has great emotional resonance. I don’t know who wrote it, but I wish I did - in t
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Shyness that you possess makes me wonder
if there is a change in identity
when away from crowd, and din, and thunder
You seem like an erotic entity
I want to know the lustful things that you crave
You look beautiful when clad all in black
Thou were kissed by the moon with skin She gave
I can't help to feel a heart attack
A body sculpted by Aphrodite
The way you smile reveals that you are coy
You wear your aloofness beautifully
I want to see what's underneath this ploy
A streak of fire across blackened sky
I admit this was what has caught my eye
1:https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/q7eowl/butterflies/
2: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/q7fuvj/mathematical_not_practical/
Sadness
the worst emotion
but it is my only friend
that is my notion
i hope that this sorrow comes to an end
My life has no meaning
this is true
i spend my days toiling
“learning” in school
The same thing
day after day
I only have enough energy
to hit the hay
i give up on life
this meaningless thing, filled with pain and strife
No flowers nor prose can convince thee
I hath been driven mad because of you
But I shan't see what's best for me
I will not bother to find love anew
Your face only brings me such a sadness
It is futile to try to separate
I've been disillusioned by this madness
For an eternity I shall wait
Throughout a great distance I shall travel
Upon myself I will inflict great pain
My love to you I try to unravel
But you show this love is all in vain
I just want you to reciprocate
It will only save me from an ill fate
1: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/puc3h5/he_who_must_not_be_named/
2: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/pubvox/untitled_maybe_someone_can_help_me_create_a_title/
I sat quite closely to you on the grass
I only glanced at you so subtly
It was cold when the wind began to pass
This was when I should've held onto thee
An opportunity that I let slip
But I was scared to make a bolder move
So I sat, my fist in a nervous grip
My love to you I don't know how to prove
My heart would race at the sound of your voice
I respond in ways oh, so obvious
I'm just too scared to make a certain choice
The waves are our only audience
But the waves would leave with a disappoint
Indecision I would chose to anoint
1: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/pz6ges/did_you_know/
2: https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/pzequf/my_embrace_a_poem_i_wrote_while_tipsy/
I live in a home filled with the corpses
Of past selves I have attempted to kill.
How many lives need to run their courses
Until my sadness has consumed it's fill?
+++
I raise the blade of my knife to my wrist
And coil and knot the rope into a noose,
But cowardice makes my own hand desist
And in timidity the rope falls loose.
+++
I yearn for bravery to end my life,
Wasted on the happy is this valor,
For we who must exist with souls of strife
Suffer the world under ghostly pallor.
+++
I live in a home filled with my own death,
My corpses mocking every waking breath.
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- Entry fee: No fee
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Perhaps I’ve made it more clear than ever,
That love is not always a clichéd tale.
Truthfully, lovers’ ends will be severed,
At points of expiration, love grows stale.
Gracefully, love inciperes like green sprouts,
Spring nears, embers of romance set ablaze.
Time elapses, until summer creeps out,
Affection grows fiery and love rays.
Then time comes when mutual love goes sour,
Autumn appears and chartreuse leaves decay.
Till winter comes, gardens rid of flowers,
The once impassioned bond, fades away grey.
Yet the smothered flames of a once strong bond,
Could begin anew, or could go beyond.
What words escaped thy mouth, most vil’nous knave?
I’ve trained in arms and headed raids most brave!
In firearms and fists my skills unmatch’d,
Watch, as I from your neck your head detach.
Thou art not more than my next victim, swine;
Prithee, be sage and ne’er step out of line.
Thou thinkst thy insults take effect on me,
But be they fruitless as a winter tree.
I shall repeat: my combat expertise,
Will, as you'll find, fast bring thee to thy knees.
Believest thou t’be safe from all my wrath?
Dost thy computer halt your own bloodbath?
~
Nay, be that far from truth; to hide thou can’t:
I’d track thee down if thou were but an ant.
~
Critiques welcome. I don't really know when to use "thee" vs. "thou" or "thy" vs" "thine"; I was just going on instinct. Same goes for adding "-est" at the end of a verb to make it fit the meter.
An interesting combo we are indeed
A hated addition is what some say
Others find it tasty that they use to feed
Arguments about us almost ev'ry day
Although there may also be one like me
Living in my counterpart, he resides
A good amount of people do agree
That he is better to stay there inside
My counterpart silmultaneously
Can be able to stretch out and rip
Some people even incredulously
Put it in a special, "forbidden" dip
Stanzas of infromation, there are three
So you tell me: What in the world are we?
Scansion experts, help me fix my mistake in line two. Also, it’s better if you speak it aloud in a dramatic voice.
The Victim of Hourai
A soul’s eternal turmoil runs unbridled
Her soul desires life above all else
The body follows along, but unvital
Her body burns with life, the curse she self-
Inflicted through another’s death and pain
Her hands are stained with blood, hers mixed with countless
Of victims burned by crossing paths in vain
Outliving ancient worlds, their voices soundless
A mortal exile saved from death, but not
From life. A castaway, a loner, shoved
Afar to watch her burning world, distraught
Alone, to neither love nor not be loved
The girl devoid of death, devoid of life
Regret upon regret, her endless strife.
Fin
EDIT: minor fixing.
oko pi meli mi li lukin ala sama suno.
loje wawa la, uta ona li loje lili.
lete walo la, selo ona li kule ante.
linja ilo pimeja li anpa tan lawa ona.
mi oko e kasi pona pi loje walo la,
mi oko ala e poka lawa ona.
telo mute pi kon pona la,
kon ona li pona ala a.
kalama pi toki ona li pona tawa mi
taso kalama musi li pona kin.
mi oko ala e tawa pi meli sewi;
tawa pi meli mi li tawa jan.
taso pilin sewi la mi pilin kin e ni:
olin mi li wawa sama olin
poka toki pona mute pi lon ala.
- jan W. Sepi
(Reformatted since I am on mobile)
Even though it's only been a short time
You have made me feel so much joy and glee
How beautiful you are should be a crime
The emotions inside me rage like sea
(New Stanza)
Conversations we have provoke insights
Just hearing your voice warms my heart a lot
Though my anxiety inside me fights
Pushing ahead, trying not to get caught
(New Stanza)
Our connection is like none before had
The similarities we share are grand
To think we may have never met is mad
You are just one person, a speck of sand
(New Stanza)
April, so happy I am with you now
I beg the curtain not fall so we bow
Get ready to learn about Knut Rasmussen (barrister) and the Adelaide River War Cemetery.
I could fuck you forever
soft like a romance novel
Girl, just pump my sex lever
in my L.A. hovel
Raw and pounding
in that atavistic way
You will find my balls astounding
I had them reinflated yesterday
I get how beautiful sex is for you
and how precious it is
Please wipe down the counter, after we screw
while I cool off my junk inside the fridge
My lady, bring your wings
I will bring the snacks and many other things
abab cdcd efet gg
Written by Lady LoÁmor
When get home from school I get on my chair with a hop Especially this month of ghouls Ready to relax on my xbox
Too many options. I don't have a cue Could play Rainbow 6 Siege Or hop on Funimation with my waifu I play Siege but could never reach the big league
Scrolling on Reddit in between While I wait for the next match l'll be looking at memes Especially with the game's new patch 13
I like playing games, I main Lion and Kapkan As Naruto says, "Believe it!" if you can.
WRITTEN BY LADY LADYLOÁMOR
TLDR: I made a Sonnet about Rainbow 6 Seige and anime for an assignment but the picture wouldn't upload so I typed it up.
I knew it would not last,
I said it from the start.
So now I find I must ask,
why I still have lost my heart.
Have you stolen it away,
jealous of my love?
Have you lead my heart astray,
or tied it to a dove?
A symbol of peace, so very pure
And yet my chest aches
With the crippling pain I must endure
Until the day breaks
For as the sun rises, I surely shall see
That bird as it perches, upon the yonder tree
They’ll dump your fallen friends in a mass grave
To save you all the hassle of a hearse.
You’ll benefit as long as you behave
And best of all, these tyrants are diverse.
In Noxus, all ambition stands a chance.
It’s fine if you’re a mage or old or gay.
If you work hard, then you, too, can advance
As long as you advance the Noxian way.
What wondrous opportunities abound
When all you have to do is bend the knee
And have your culture stomped into the ground
And fight their wars, and perish pointlessly.
The Noxians believe the whole world should
Make sacrifices for their greater good.
Lady Liberty teases with Her light,
promising freedom to all who arrive.
The welcoming glow warms those who are White.
All other colors are cut with a knife.
Four hundred years have not changed anything.
The brilliant masses continue to fight.
Just to sing and dance in the center ring,
just to get a small taste of the spotlight
Every day a struggle to survive;
lies and broken dreams are my constant friends.
Every night happy to be alive,
awaken happy it is not the end.
Still there is no home where I’d rather be,
even if She does not see all of me.
Contest summary from Winning Writers:
>Free contest gives publication and two top prizes of $50 apiece for the best sonnets (one Shakespearean or Petrarchan and one Modern). One poem per category per person. Email your previously unpublished entry to the contest chair's address listed on sponsor's website. Be sure to specify which sonnet type (Shakespearean, Petrarchan, or Modern) you're submitting on each entry. Sponsored by the Poets & Patrons of Chicago, an organization that fosters an appreciation of poetry through writing workshops and other activities.
Contest details
- Sponsor: Poets & Patrons of Chicago
- Category: Sonnet (one Shakespearean or Petrarchan and one Modern)
- Submission length: One poem per category per person (up to two poems total)
- Entry fee: No fee
- Awards: $50 and publication
Guidelines and submission information
This contest has been vetted and approved by Winning Writers
