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the-eggplantblog · 6 months

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The Muse of Poets a sincere and the most beautiful deity to ever exists. As her name suggests she has powers over poems and stories in all forms. A living embodiment of “The pen is mightier than the sword”. Her words can bring things to life in more ways than one.

The saddest story written by her can move even the most cold hearted person to tears and the funniest story can make even the most cynical of people laugh for days on end.

The words she writes are so vivid one can believe that they were real. Any story from her can allow anyone to imagine how it plays out in their head.

Which is why she fell in love with Polokus. Together with her vivid stories and poems and his power to make dreams into reality. He gave her words a physical form and together the Glade of Dreams was created by them.

I like your headcanon, definitely a very nice relationship, the muse was the imaginative dreamer, writing all kinds of things, while Polokus was someone fun and powerful, Polokus didn't know very well how to create the glade of the dreams.....

But the muse helped him by telling him her stories, I imagine she told them to him before he fell asleep, that's why Polokus dreamed about the muse's stories, This is how I created the glade of the dreams and its curious habitants.

The two of them definitely loved each other very much and supported each other, what a shame that this relationship has broken up 💔....

but well, personally I like to think that the muse today regrets leaving Polokus and her children, just for her ego..... but she is not able to return because she doesn't know what to say... or how to apologize for her very bad actions....

#rayman #rayman fandom #rayman 2 #foxy talk #headcanon #polokus

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sharky857 · 1 year

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Now am curious how the other bachelors and bachelorettes would react when facing the Troy to their farmer. OvO

Ohh, this is going to be fun.

*cough!*

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QUICK HEADS UP! I'm tweaking this a little, because my brain was low-key fried and the whole time visualised only a "male-coded" kind of Troy, completely skipping over the fact that there are also "female-coded Troys" out there. Once realised this "f-up", I decided to "update" this musing to include also that counterpart.

I'll be referring to the two versions as "Troy" and (even though it may sound so bad to my ears) "Troyette". INB4: Why would anyone have two different approach to the same issue? The answer is simple: it wouldn't be uncommon for Troy(ette)s to turn the table around so that they would look like the victim. Sadly, it appears that f"emale abusers "Troyettes" can have a small advantage in this than their male counterparts, especially when they try to frame someone of the opposite sex. I figured even our bachelors would know this all too well, therefore adjusting their reactions accordingly, while the ladies would just not give two 💩 and potentially go on a rampage all the same.

(Which also means that yes. Not all reactions are being tweaked.)

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In no particular order:

Elliott: As per last fic uploaded, both with a Troy and Troyette he wouldn't be able to intentionally hurt thethem. He would still take advantage of the size difference between himself and the other to scare the livin' 💩 out of them (I'll die on the "Elliott is 6ft tall" hill), although being very careful to keep some distance between himself and a Troyette, just in case she would even think about trying to play the victim afterwards. Bonus point for being an active writer, therefore incidentally and constantly "training" himself on which words to use and when. ("The pen is mightier than the sword", after all.)

Sam: His (over?)protective instincts would instantly kick in and he would feckin' deck & pound the Troy on the spot. There might be need for a couple people to get his rabid arse off of that jerk too. He would try to keep the quietest demeanour as possible with a Troyette, partly because he knows how female abusers are underrated and partly because his parents (mostly his mother, probably) have ingrained the "boys shouldn't hit the girls, no amtter what" kind of belief.

Shane: Might headbutt the Troy in the mouth, without a warning. He might or might not also wield an empty glass bottle like a one-handed club. He would look intimidating doing so, but he would never dare to actually smash the bottle against the other's head. Maybe. When dealing with a Troyette he could put on his best unfriendly and unapproachable scowl while demaning the other to "fucking leave before I call the cops".

Alex: He's been training to become a pro gridball player, therefore he could knock the Troy out simply by tackling him to the ground. He might be later spotted dragging the barely conscious Troy to the train station to chunk his sorry bum on the first train headed to the city, as if "the fuckin' incel" was made of thin air. Which shouldn't be much of a surprise, considering how ripped Alex would be. He would probably turn the opposite way when dealing with a Troyette instead. Pounding "a poor woman" and potentially getting himself into serious troubles is definitely not advisable. Alex would try to reason with the other instead; if the Troyette started to be more hostile and try to hit him too, he would take every single blow in like a boss, only trying to put some distance and threatening to call the authorities.

Harvey: The doc seems the kind to despise all forms of violence and he also looks the exact opposite of intimitading. He would try a pacific approach at first, telling the Troy to kindly leave the town. If the other is persistent, Harvey might then threaten to call the authorities to have him forcibly removed from the town. If the other insists still, Harvey also has a vaste knowledge of the human body anatomy; the doc may hate himself afterwards for hurting another person, but in that moment he would give the other either a single kick or punch to some specific nerves (the thighs would be the perfect target), leaving the Troy on the ground in a fetal position for quite a while. There might or might be not an howling Troy too, depending on his level of pain tolerance, to the point of leaving the others to low-key wonder if Harvey had just tried to eviscerate the Troy instead. But no, it's merely a bruised quadriceps femoris muscle. Extremely painful but definitely not life-threatening. Y'all can chill, now. Things wouldn't change much when dealing with a Troyette. Same step-by-step approach, but eventually he would actually go for the phone call instead of trying to hit a nerve.

Sebastian: He's not exactly as imposing as some writer and also kinda scrawny. Theoretically he wouldn't look like much of a threat, but he has a secret ace up his hoodie's sleeve: a resting bitch face. The Troy may already cower at the sight of Sebby's (accidental) homicidal glare. Then the Troy would flee for the hills at the mere sound of the coldest "buzz the fuck off and don't make me hunt you down" ever. He might or might not really mean that latter part. He owns a bike and is also a tech wiz; theoretically it would be a piece of cake to track the Troy down with an online research and pay him a "surprise visit" back. But Sebby would also have this funny feeling that all that would be called "stalking". In the end he might feel tempted to take that kind of action, but would refrain from putting it into practice. Things stay the same in case of a Troyette. Seb simply wouldn't give two 💩 about the other potentially trying to get him into troubles. After all, he would also have a few witnesses on his side to prompty prove a Troyette's words wrong.

Leah: Similarly to Sam, she would go instantly and absolutely apeshit, be them Troy or Troyette. She wouldn't hesitate to make a blunt weapon out of the first thing she could rip off with her bare hands, be it a tree branch or a big rock yanked from the ground. There would be need for more than a couple people to hold her rampaging arse back. The same people would also be the ones actually and kindly suggesting the Troy(ette) to leave the town and never come back or so may Yoba help them next time.

Haley: Might first murderise both Troy and Troyette's eardrums with her high-pitched, bloody-murder screams. She might or might not also take off one of her pretty shoes and try to stab them with the heel (with a bonus of trying to rip chunks of hair off of Troyette's head, if it's long enough); it would take only one person to hold a furious Haley back.

Emily: Precious, little Emily. She would probably cry a waterfall, as if she had been the one personally hurt. She wouldn't try to hurt the Troy(ette) herself, but you can tell she and Haley are sisters from the volume of her yelled cusses. She might or might not need for a valerian infusion tea in the aftermath (and probably a few hours of relaxing meditation).

Abigail: Once her brain has processed the shock, she won't hesitate to keep the Troy(ette) at knife point. It would be merely a tiny, pocket knife, the blade might be a little dull as well, but it would be still enough to get Abby's point across quite effectively.

Maru: Would try to not let on how terrified she is, trying to think what Sebby (and/or her father) would do in a similar situation. She would then resort to grab her own phone, threatening both Troy and Troyette to call the autorities this instant if they don't leave immediately. She would even show the other the already dialed number, all she would need to do would be to just start the call. After the Troy(ette) would be gone, Maru would talk with her S/O about filing a restraining order. Just in case.

Penny: Initially she would look at the Troy(ette) as if they had just murdered her firstborn before her eyes. Then she might cry a waterfall while telling the other what a horrible person they are, how could they be so cruel with their own partner, that was so terrible, what if someone did the same to one of their friends or relative, they should be ashamed of themselves, and so forth. In an accidental twist of events, in the end it would be the S/O to try and comfort Penny first (Penny would still comfort her S/O back, as soon as she would regain control over her nerves).

PLEASE NOTE!

Inb4 someone may come and ask me something similar for SVE and/or RSV: I have not started those mods yet, so I'm not familiar at all with those other bachelor(ette)s. Sowwie. 😔

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew penny #stardew elliott #stardew shane #stardew sebastian #stardew abigail #stardew alex #stardew haley #stardew harvey #stardew maru #stardew emily #stardew sam #stardew leah #anonymous #sharky's replies

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virginiadre · 2 years

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I'm mad / and i want to let it out/ pen is mightier than a sword they say / is it really?

musings in the afternoon #10

#typography #drabble #my writing #litblr

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esotericbonds · 4 years

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Doran Tag Dump

Doran is a pureblood vampire who acts a bit like an airhead and a flirt, but cares deeply about others. He’s an author and peacekeeper within the supernatural communities. If you want to learn more scroll down on the image to the left on his bio page: here

#╰✎╮∙*‣ { Visage } — ❝I will bring peace to others if not myself❞#╰✎╮∙*‣ { Musings } — ❝The pen is mightier than the sword❞#╰✎╮∙*‣ { Aesthetics } — ❝Dress to impress yourself❞#╰✎╮∙*‣ { Interactions } — ❝Love carelessly and get hurt easily❞

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shurelyasreverie · 3 years

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Hi! I'm super new to your blog and have read a few of your drabbles and I absolutely adore them. My best friend adores your writing too and she introduced me to your blog and is super shy. I was wondering if I could request for her a Swain x reader? She just adores Swain so much and loves fluffy content. ❤

I feel so honoured having my blog be introduced and recommended between friends omg!! I’m glad you like my writing and please let your friend know that she (and everyone else) is welcome to drop by and say hi 😊

Swain x Reader Drabble: Break Time

Reaching your destination, you rapped your knuckles against the wooden door in front of you.

“Come in.”

Even though his voice was as commanding and eloquent as ever, you could hear the slight tinge of fatigue through the door. As quiet as possible, you entered Swain's office while carefully balancing a tray of snacks in your hand. And before you, sitting behind a desk, his face lit up by red flames, was the grand general himself.

Upon noticing it was you, Swains' taut face eased a little, his lip quirking up ever so slightly. Only for you.

“You don't have to do such menial tasks, my dear,” Swain stated as he eyed the tray in your arms, his voice now holding more vigour in your presence. “There are plenty of servants assigned for that.”

“I just wanted to pay you a visit,” you excused with a smile before looking at him in concern. “You've been cooped up in your office all day.”

“The life of a general, is it not?” Swain asked, looking back down at his paperwork and signing documents as you approached him. “If I cannot dictate Noxus with a sword, I shall do it with ink. They do say that the pen is mightier than the sword.”

“You should still rest though,” you chastised as you slid the tray of refreshments across the desk, gently pushing the small pile of folders away. “Just half an hour, take your mind off of business and enjoy the snacks I handpicked just for you.”

“Tempting,” Swain replied, amused. “But these contracts must be done before the sun rises... I suppose I could have a ten minute break.”

“Twenty minutes.”

“Fifteen.”

“Fine,” you sighed. Swain carefully put away his quill and placed the lid over a small vial of ink. When he placed them to the side of the desk top, he turned back to see a cup of freshly brewed tea taking their place.

“Done just how you like it,” you smiled and he sent an appreciative look back.

“We shall see about that,” he teased light heartedly, taking the teacup. Although you had made his drinks plenty of time before, becoming a little ritual for the two of you, you still couldn't ignore the gnawing feeling of anticipation as Swain took a sip. Every move he made was calculated, he scrutinised everything around him. You watched as he placed the cup down, swallowing.

“Simply divine,” he stated. “Much like its brewer.”

He sent you a knowing look and you immediately averted your gaze, heat coming up to your face as he chuckled.

“Come,” he invited, pushing his seat away from the table, giving you space to situate yourself on his lap. When you did, he loosely put his arms around your waist. “I hope your day was pleasant.”

You hummed in affirmation. “Didn't do much, though. Just wandering around the streets, enjoying whatever Noxus has to offer. It was a shame I had to explore alone, though.”

“I do apologise,” Swain admitted. His arms around you tightening. “This state of matters will not last forever. Let these next few days pass and I will be by your side yet again.”

“A few days?” Your jaw dropped, visibly appalled.

“Of course, I will join you at our bedchamber tonight and all the nights to come,” he explained. “But I'd hope you'd be asleep by then.”

“I'll stay awake for you.”

“You will not,” Swain eyebrows furrowed. “Your health should be your first priority but ironically it is mine instead. You must rest.”

“And so do you,” you countered. “You're looking more tired than usual. Staring at all this paperwork is doing no good for you.”

“Perhaps I could do a meditation or relaxation of sorts for the remaining time we have,” Swain mused. “I presume you will stay for its entirety? Your presence would be greatly appreciated.”

“I won't go anywhere,” you reaffirmed.

Swain responded with a ghost of a smile, pulling your figure even closer to him, his tainted hand wrapping carefully around your own. His face nuzzling your hair, a chaste kiss placed on the crown of your head before he lay his cheek there. His eyes closed, you could feel the tension leaving his body as his arms lay lax around your waist and lap.

“You spoke of exploring what Noxus had to offer?” Swain asked. “Do tell me.”

“Don't you want to relax? Maybe just staying quiet is best.”

“Your presence is soothing enough, my dear. Enlighten me, I insist.”

So you did, speaking in hushed tones as you were huddled into his chest, cherishing this small window of time you had together.

#fanfic #imagine #drabble #lol #league of legends #league of legends imagine #lol imagine #league of legends x reader #lol x reader #swain #swain lol #jericho swain #swain league of legends #swain x reader #x reder #self insert #fluff #shurelyasreverie

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umbrldge · 5 years

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tag dump

#( && fell in love with love. / / character development. )#( && listen. / / sam's edits. )#( && i'm running because i can. because i must. / / ask memes. )#( && because i want to see how far i can go before i have to stop. / / ask meme answers. )#( && you are vastness. / / musings. )#( && such a pretty face. / / visage. )#( && you were born feet first. / / starters. )#( && an open heart and half a smile. / / open starters. )#( && the moon and stars she will ignite. / / closed starters. )#( && but i lived. / / music. )#( && moonlight dances on your wings. / / introduction. )#( && your longing sets fire to the sky. / / quotes. )#( && i'd put the moon in your mouth for safe keeping. / / self paras. )#( && when i care i care completely. / / chats. )#( && when i invest i invest entirely / / paras. )#( && i will vanish in the morning light. / / interactions. )#( && oh honey. goddesses don't speak in whispers. / / tasks. )#( && she was sorry for the way the world worked. / / answers. )#( && you can see and feel everything in clothes. / / outfits. )#( && the pen is mightier than the sword. / / owl post. )#( && i don't know if love's a feeling. sometimes i think it's a matter of seeing. seeing you. / / ft hehe. )#tag dump

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hydrocrew · 3 years

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Make a 5 points bullet-point-list that describes your muse in the most ridiculous, yet accurate way possible! Then tag some friends to do the same.

HAVING FUN ISN’T HARD WHEN YOU’VE GOT A LIBRARY CARD

all thoughts can be shower thoughts if they use the right water spell

too awkward to flirt, too scared to ask for a date outright. stuck pining forever unless the other person makes the first move.

speaking of romance, what’s their type? athletes or dorks. athletic dorks? also valid. they’re also a dork, just not a very athletic one

the pen may be mightier than the sword, so what happens when someone uses both? this person. you get this person.

Tagged by: @cyancaat

#muse: Kasey

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zcldrizes-a · 3 years

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@stovmborn asked : 🎵 i know we both write the same muse BUT !!! i wanna see what songs you would put in a dany playlist

» 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 🎵 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬.

oo1. gloria regali - tommee profitt. peace be with you, soul divine. wake again in paradise. crowned in glory, fear no more. winter's misery or the coming war. gloria regali. peace and understanding. forever may you reign.

oo2. yellow flicker beat - lorde. i'm a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm. and the scars that mark my body, they're silver and gold. my blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones, it keeps my veins hot, the fires find a home in me. i move through town, i'm quiet like a fire. and my necklace is of opal, i tie it and untie it. and our people talk to me, but nothing ever hits. so people talk to me, and all the voices just burn holes. this is the start of how it all ever ends. they used to shout my name, now they whisper it.

oo3. start a war - klergy. the pen is mightier than the sword, then how did we get here, my god? sail among liars. blame the deniers. if history is dead and gone, then how did we get here, my god? so you wanna start a war in the age of icons? so you wanna be immortal? so you wanna start a war?

oo4. seven devils - florence and the machine. holy water cannot help you now. thousand armies couldn't keep me out. i don't want your money. i don't want your crown. see, i have to burn your kingdom down. and no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out. i'm gonna raise the stakes. i'm gonna smoke you out.

oo5. the resistance - skillet. you can take my heart, you can take my breath, when you pry it from my cold, dead chest. this is how we rise up. heavy as a hurricane, louder than a freight train. this is how we rise up. heart is beating faster, feels like thunder. magic, static, call me a fanatic. it's our world, they can never have it. this is how we rise up. it's our resistance, you can't resist us.

oo6. battle cry - beth crowley. but something has stirred, a beast has awakened, opened a door. there's no mistaking. waging a war, it's fighting inside of me. so hear my battle cry. i'm out for blood to claim what's mine. finally questioning if i am my own worst enemy.

oo7. in the end - tomee profitt. and even though i tried, it all fell apart. what it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when i tried so hard and got so far. but in the end, it doesn't even matter. i had to fall to lose it all. but in the end, it doesn't even matter.

oo8. which witch - florence and the machine. and it's my whole heart, weighted and measured inside. and it's an old scar, trying to bleach it out. and it's my whole heart, deemed and delivered a crime. i'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out. who's a heretic now? i'm not beaten by this yet. you can't tell me to regret. been in the dark since the day we met. fire, help me to forget.

oo9. rise - katy perry. i won't just survive. oh, you will see me thrive. can't write my story. i'm beyond the archetype. i won't just conform, no matter how you shake my core. cause my roots, they run deep. oh, ye of so little faith. don't doubt it, don't doubt it. victory is in my veins. i know it, i know it. and i will not negotiate. i'll fight it, i'll fight it. i will transform. when the fire's at my feet again and the vultures all start circling. they're whispering, you're out of time. but still, i rise.

o10. heroes fall - hidden citizens. ashes floating from the fire. arise. silent prayers and whisperings. i hear 'em calling from within. when all the heroes fall, the world plays its wicked games. and i am left defenseless cause i know the sky's gonna say my name.

and have some of my favourite writing instrumentals that are not just from the soundtrack.

oo1. völuspá - wardruna.

oo2. stay a thousand years - ramin djawadi.

oo3. experience - ludovico einaudi.

oo4. here comes the king - xray dog.

oo5. courtyard apocalypse - alexandre desplat.

#i saved this until last #because i was SO excited for this #ii. asks. » you're in the great game now. «#i. music. » a song of ice and fire. «#stovmborn #one day i'll publish my dany spotify playlist #thank you for sending this i loved this

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get-chazzed · 3 years

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Bold what applies to your muse:

social stautus: upper class until he’s not / middle class / working class / poor

favorite time: day / night

favorite place: indoors / outdoors

food: meat / poultry / fruit / vegetables / snacks / sweets / grains / nuts / seeds / dairy / seafood / eggs

drink: tea / coffee / water / juice / alcohol / milk / soda

transport: on foot / automobile / wagon / aircraft / boat / carriage / animal / spacecraft / taxi / skateboard / bus / subway / bike / sleigh

clothing: t-shirt / blouse / henley / smock / polo / turtleneck / flannel / gown / sleeveless / kimono / tunic / waistcoat / tank top / tube top / vest / jersey / karategi / tuxedo / dress / western / jeans / trousers / shorts / bell bottoms / overalls / breeches / skirts / cargo pants / tutu / sweatpants / leggings / coveralls / shorts / capris / tights / pinstripes / leather pants

extras: coat / duster / hoodie / trench coat / robe / cloak / blazer / shawl / windbreaker / topcoat / sweater / puffy jacket / cardigan / denim jacket / poncho / apron / cape / overcoat / quilted vest / parka / bomber jacket / raincoat / tailcoat / varsity jacket

footwear: none / socks / stockings / combat boots / shoes / platforms / sneakers / pumps / sandals / moccasins / flip-flops / stilettos / ballet shoes / galoshes / high-tops / boots / c*nverse / cleats

headwear: none / beanie / straw hat / fedora / headscarf / snapback / beret / bandana / knit cap / top hat / ushanka / bonnet / sombrero / cowboy hat / veil / bowler hat / headband / toupée / wig / tiara / ribboned hats / crown / coat hood

weapons: hands / teeth / firearms / spear / knife / baseball bat / pepper spray / dagger / stun gun / bayonet / sword / staff / brass knuckles / hammer / makeshift & improvised / chain / stones / grenades / molotov cocktails / club / bow & arrow / crossbow / scythe / chainsaw / superpowers / magic / poison / baton / machete / axe / bold of you to assume he can fight / the pen as it mightier than the sword

Tagged by @youtriggeredmytrapcard

#(( feel free to use the template if you see it on your dashboard #(( apologies for my little edits to it #(( i had to #// prompts

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coolsoulgladiator · 3 years

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Congeries: not artistic

Words ,ain’t a master leader?

so shallow ,and so comforting

Relies on locale and mental state

Many other words could define that word

However, intensity varies.

How often a single inappropriate word puts us down!

How those people put us down!

Don’t we have a command on it?

Weren’t we taught to mend?

What prompts someone to spit venom?

No art is a waste , Artists know

What atom is to matter , Words are to communication

Atom is neutral , no emotions,

But words ? not a great analogy

Articulation would be similar ,

If people would know how to deliver

Well,If it all will be a game of delivery ,

it wouldn’t have mend broken hearts,

Wouldn’t have given rise to poetries ,

songs ,quotes and moreover, love.

Beautiful strings of musings , rhyme,

Beautiful strings of empathy,sign of humanity

Encouragements and success stories , no humankind

Would have Known of

How could cultures spread?

How folklores became a source of

Enchantment?

Just words ?

Altercation ,a blob of loathing syllable and polysyllable,

Wouldn’t have occurred

Mental peace wouldn’t have been compromised

No one would have communicated

What an alienated feeling ! scary?

Pen is mightier than sword

How can’t ?

It engulfed a stranger’s mind ,

Completely

It is nonetheless a game ,

An artistic game.

A sense of freedom from leash

Freedom of expression

Thoughts expressed in words ,

Ended up creating generation gaps.

#poetry #nature #original poem

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theimpossiblescheme · 4 years

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“Do you base any of your poems on people you know?” The soft voice sounded over Cyrano’s shoulder, and he looked up to see one of the pastry girls in Ragueneau’s employ. Her hands were still caked with flour, so she kept them to herself, wringing them anxiously as she spoke.

Cyrano’s first answer was an ironic smile. “My dear girl, have you ever heard the adage that the pen is mightier than the sword?”

“Yes, Monsieur.”

“It is also much deadlier. An especially pointed line can kill, much slower and more painfully than any steel. My satires are for those I dislike, that I wish to see brought lower for one reason or another. But my poems have no names and no signatures… and I should like to keep them that way.”

“Why is that—if you please?”

“Because one always draws blood from one’s subjects. A man can paint a glorious portrait and then look up to see its model dead. One can pull too much from suffering and heartache and thus cheat the ones who experience it. When I find a muse, I take good care of her and never ask too much from her. That way it is much healthier for both of us.”

It wasn’t quite a lie. It was why, whenever he entertained the idea of writing to Roxanne—before he met Christian—he could never make it more than three letters into her name before scratching it out. Holding the same pen with which he attacked his enemies, it felt… almost sacrilegious to write the name of the woman he loved. Refusing to reach the stars and instead plucking little flowers of eloquence had always been safer. For both him and the stars.

(Another burst of inspiration I was suddenly struck with. Sometimes taking a wiki walk can actually be kind of productive...)

#I also watched the 1952 'Moulin Rouge" which A) is a very good movie and B) gave my own muse a small kick in the pants.#cyrano de bergerac #my fanfic

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poetdreamerfool · 4 years

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I see the picture perfect Pain’s a muse I got a font Of savagery that’s hard to soothe I’m good just misunderstood move in the hood like pisces in water Dionysus in wine I’m searching for signs Biding my time Getting nickeled and dimed While serving nickels and dimes Wasted youth Skipping school-- bored Cuffs are mightier Than the pen or the sword

We ain’t allowed to have a history Cause if you don’t know where you been How the hell you supposed to know where you goin? The seeds have been sewn Taps on my phone I got a sick spidey sense I can feel if your 12 in my bones Shine bright like medallions Move with purpose and valiance Forever defiant I treat art like science I failed chem But I’m a geek with the mic in hand I take all the hate and bullshit And mark it spam

I had to move to the next shit college, knowledge, appreciation of art like a lion appreciates hearts marching forward like time reconciling the rhymes in my mind watching the zombies in line waiting for the next js that came out yesterday well some say today is the future’s past and every moment is your next to last thats why I keep the treasure next to trash

You gotta show me This like the road runner preaching patience to the coyote College painted the tunnel on the mountainside Then they told me run through or die The truth don’t add up When every word is a lie Its up to you to survive

We go from working the fields To in the house with massa The change quick Like han with his blaster You thinking blocks I’m thinking nations Galaxies fuck the formalities Each word leaves an exit wound When you’re In the belly of the beast all you can do is consume 12 years old writing raps in my room Ill keep doing this shit til my casket goes boom

#rap #freestyle rap #slam poetry #slam poet #poetry #writerscreed #rappers on tumblr #independent rapper #undeground rap #music

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