Eternal FootmanI am the Eternal Footman.Eternal Footman by MuttMix
I carry mortals to the hereafter.
When your born I get your blanket.
When your a child I get your shoes.
When your old I get you.
I am the Eternal Footman.
I carry mortals to the hereafter.
I remember one mortal,
Named Alfred J. Prufrock.
Had little fear of no money.
But had a great fear of a woman's rejection.
I remember seeing his form.
All bent and terrified.
It was the first time I laughed.
Will it be the last?
She Elf an the SeaIShe Elf an the Sea by MuttMix
I stand on the cliff.
Looking out at the sea.
Waiting for my turn.
I am the cliff.
Many a soul has stood upon me.
But never a She-Elf.
The Sand is my name.
Footprints are on me.
Made by a bare footed She-Elf.
My waves hit the cliff.
I am the Sea.
And a She-Elf gazes at me.
The Wave is my identity.
I whisper and whirl gently.
Blowing the hair of a She-Elf.
The Clouds are what I'm called.
Today I cover the Sun.
An watch the She-Elf.
The Sun I am.
Giving light on this gray day.
Yet I cannot see the She-Elf.
I am the Moon.
My time will come.
An I will shine on the She-Elf.
We are the Stars.
We shine like the Moon.
An tonight we shine on the She-Elf.
We are the Seagulls.
We gently fly over the Sea.
And glance at the She-Elf.
We are the Fish.
Who dwell in the Sea.
An look up at the She-Elf.
I am the Boat.
Who carries the Master.
Who will call the She-Elf.
Tips for today's Internet Op-ed Writer- Think about a particular topic and how it makes YOU feel, then immediately type it out. Having a rough draft or checking of spelling & grammar is illegal.Tips for today's Internet Op-ed Writer by MuttMix
- Researching a topic is unnecessary, since its impossible for Internet Op-ed writers to be wrong.
- Be contrarian as possible, because having an opposing opinion is more important than having an educated one.
-If someone is offended it's either because; A)they don't share your ethnicity/gender/sexual preference/location/STD and therefore aren't allowed to comment on your work or B) they don't understand "satire".
-Use gratuitous amounts of swearing to show how edgy, original, & rebellious you are.
-Remember to talk about truly traumatic experiences like someone calling you stupid in a chat-room or having to wait two minutes longer then usual for your coffee.
-Title your article about one subject, then proceed to write about something completely unrelated. For example, title your article "Baseball" and
Lazy Essay type PoemWhere are we headed?Lazy Essay type Poem by MuttMix
Today humanity is facing a series of choices.
Religious fundamentalism mired with Nationalism & backed by Oligarchy
A Pseudo-Social Democracy that keeps pushing itself towards a vague idea of Freedom
Or will we simply have to settle for a Brave New World?
Can a Generation that has better communication devices then ever before bring peace?
Or are we merely doomed to succumb to material wants & simple selfishness?
Does writing bad poetry answer these questions?
MomentaryDream-like, rivers of silver and gold within the every corner of the room. Articulate decorations, heavy with luxury hanging from each corner and within all the furniture. Halls dressed in silver and light, moonlight faintly falling through the high windows brushing everything in them, surrounding with a halo everything. An atmosphere unlike any other, filled with people, familiar and unfamiliar alike; and yet strangely lonely and deserted.
A ballroom wearing rococo; filled with an endless loop of dancing guests. Gold, silver and a thousand coloured gems within every corner, and worn by every single guest. Laughter and happiness around, surrounding the redhead at the centre of it all. A waltz in the midst of a palace, couples all around; a grace and a strange serenity filling the halls. The redhead in the midst left a stranger, alone though surrounded by a hundred guests.
An image of the past, perchance; of cities long abandoned and left behind, surrounded by air permeated with new his
WriterI am a scientist;wei-en
Pinning down ideas
preserving them in
their fragile beauty
as I take away their freedom,
I am a parasite;
sucking the soul out
of music and leaving it
a hollow shell
that plays like
the noisy silence in
I am a thief;
taking what is not mine,
the world around me,
and pouring it into
a mould that
I claim is
I am a blasphemer;
playing God in a
sacred place, changing
the world to my
liking when the orchestra
is not under my
I am a liar;
selling false havens
to lonely runaways,
giving them a glimpse
of a world more glamorous,
more fantastic than their own,
smiling as I snatch it
from under their noses
while they thank me
for my crime.
I am a slave;
hanging in a
with the language I choose,
caving to its rules
when I draw in
smears of its
I am a writer
these are my vices.
BombadilHe was there to form his songsrlkirkland
When the earth to none belonged
The singer saw no paths were laid
No footfalls yet in fen or glade
No hunter, plowman, prince or serf
Settled on this virgin earth
The sun was young, horizons free,
No mast or sail yet dot the sea
Not even high-born Elvin kind
Found this place in form or mind
His song began; he stood alone…
To fruit the earth—seed, nut and cone
Long he sang and forests grew
Frond and petal graced with dew
Mountains smoothed from gentle rains
Quenching thirst and growing grain
Vast in numbers, both bird and beast
Came to revel in his feast
Man-kind also settled there
Lordly men and damsels fair
Kings and kingdoms put each to test
Hobbled East—entombed the West
Shadows came from o’er the sea
From which all that's wholesome flees
This bestirred those long-dead Kings
And made them covet living things
Our Singer’s friends by chance drew near
They lay entranced and choked with fear
To succor friends at their great ne
Black AnnisAcross the land to Leicester,Rickaboo
Black Annis crept that night.
Her mission unapparent with
The Dane Hills in her sight.
The hill itself had called to her,
With bloodshed very clear.
She set to work upon the rock,
For lambing time was near.
With sharpened claws and yellowed fangs,
She carved away the stone.
At last her Bower was complete,
But by now the lambs had grown.
Overcome by hunger,
And not a single lamb in sight,
She found instead a local boy
Who merely whimpered in his fright.
At once she hung his skin to dry,
And with ought a second thought,
She scattered his bones across the field;
Unaware she had been caught.
The child's friends ran back to town,
To tell the gruesome tale.
Upon hearing what the children said,
Their parents grew quite pale.
That very night the word was spread,
And windows were bolted to their sills;
Then the children ceased to wander,
For Black Annis stalked the hills.
Narsillion PreviewThe trees did grow, the waters runMerlinAmbrosius
Beyond the moon, beyond the sun
In mingled light of silver-gold
Where Valar dwelt in days of old
There Arien, a fire-queen
Unmatched, unmarred, a flame pristine
And Tilion, an Archer fair
With shining locks of silver hair
They to the Trees of Gods did flock
Before the Shadow ran amok
Ah light, in that pale starry glade!
By Yavanna their roots were made
By Sulimo their branches blessed
Their shining beauty did attest
To Faerie, God, and Taméd Beast
That Valar's wisdom felled the East
O gleaming glamour, crystal dew
Branches that burst with fruit anew
And shed a light of raptured bliss
Before Lord Bauglir made amiss
Their bloody amber sap did shed
And Ungoliant drained them dead
Ultimate Character QuestionnaireLauraMizvaria
What is your name?
What is your name’s origin and meaning, and how was it chosen?
How tall are you?
Who do you live with or near, if anyone?
Where is your residence and what is it like?
What is your hometown and local culture like?
Who are your parents?
Are you married, single, seeking a relationship, avoiding romance?
What is your class/income level?
What is your income source and/or occupation?
What is your education?
What is your worldview/religion? What is your level of devotion to that philosophy?
What are your current life problems?
Who (or what) are your enemies?
What are your priorities in life?
What is your goal in life? What is your motivation for this goal?
What is your goal in this story? What is your motivation for this goal?
What changes do you undergo by the end of the story (emotional, physical, philosophical, relational, etc)?
What is your central philosophy in life?
What moral code do you follow and wh