Writers-Of-Our-Time

Abrenes atbalss Pēc daudziem gadiem, mēs Tevi nesīsim, Tu mūžiem cieti, bet beidzot sasniedzi, Gan "pie Tālavas", gan "pī Tuolavas", Vienībā uzplaukst tā, pilnīga Latvijā. 𝄆 Mēs esam šeit Abrenē, Kas ir atkal Latgalē, Diženā latvju zemē, Līdz pašām beigām! 𝄇 Visvarenā tauta, visusvētākā, Sākotnējās dainās, vienmēr saglabājas. Mūsu gudrība, priekšteču dotā, Vēl nav mirusi, tā paliks mūžīgi. 𝄆 Mēs esam šeit Abrenē, Kas ir atkal Latgalē, Diženā latvju zemē, Līdz pašām beigām! 𝄇

I scout the roads to find a home From somewhere I don’t belong I had a family that loved me But I’m the reason it went wrong Once I leave I can’t look back It’ll be too painful No one to follow in my track My past it bleeds through my sleep So I lay there open eyes Memories inside I try to keep Please just cut these ties

In sun-kissed hues, a radiant sight, Tan skin gleams with golden light. Warmth infused in every cell, A symphony of shades that compel. While pale is praised for its ethereal gleam, Tan skin, too, holds a radiant esteem. Its golden hues, a testament to light, A tapestry that dances in daylight. Bronzed canvas, a masterpiece rare, A testament to sun's affair. Like amber kissed by nature's fire, A palette of warmth, a sunlit desire. Where moonlight bathes in silver's pure embrace, The sun's warm touch adorns tan skin's embrace. No less enchanting, with a golden sheen, It paints a portrait, vibrant and serene. In the morning's first light, as dawn's fingers gently trace, Across the horizon, the sun reveals its grace. And so, too, does tan skin, bathed in golden hue, A masterpiece painted in shades of amber and true. Like honeyed caramel, smooth and sweet to taste, Tan skin exudes a richness, a flavor interlaced. A blend of earth and sunshine, a fusion of delight, A testament to the

Tall, ebony, grey-haired, and sternly kind Fearful that soft anxiety tripped the gratitude that I tried to express-- labeled as a prick or prejudice Years of being thrown into chasms of my homeland, Wallowing in a different beast's blood almost every time; Without consent, without understanding, with my trampled sadness (I'm fucking sick of reaching for perfection) Men in particular... Careless toward the cornerstone of my suffering Utterly foolish when this pathetic heart groans Keeping the taste of envy in my mouth I'm told that both sides are shit, but that's not What my trauma tells me; that bastard tells me That masculinity looks terrible on my walls and Femininity would break a plethora of holy laws, Leaving me somewhere between so many opposites Anyway, I don't mesh well with humanity, and that's why I seem like an asshole-- it's a mental disorder that's been Crafted from years of bullying, gaslighting, emotional neglect, And dreams that have been destroyed by following the

In the fields of Eastern Europe lay a curious bloom, It is coloured purple like a mystical fume; Its smell is as rapturous as the virgin womb, However, if you breathe too deeply you shall be trapped in a tomb and be doomed. The touch of the Slav-woman’s hand feels better than a poppy’s sweet kiss of smoke, And like the poppy too much will make you choke, “As addicting as a needle’s tease, is that not what you please?” “she makes time flow with ease, not only a fragile tease”, “she makes you tense on your knees, more pleasurable than the sailing of seven seas”. The flowers of Slavia are each a succubus, nothing more than can be accurately discussed. They drain the life from the youth of man thus, ‘til nothing more is left than a husk’. They grow such holy seed after dusk. Perverting it into a most toxic weed, all after they finish satisfying your needs. But none can ever this warning heed, the flower’s bosom makes men corrupt with greed.. ~sarvari

A nest on the porch Is home to baby robins That have bright red chests. The mother arrives With her beak full of worms for Her babies to eat. Their beaks wide open, They eagerly prepare to Have a nice supper. They chirp happily As the mother drops the worms Right into their beaks. The babies hatched from A strange kind of egg that is A bright shade of blue. Soon the babies grow To fly and sit upon trees And sing each morning. Once they've left the nest, Another bird will arrive To lay some more eggs. Once the eggs are laid, More robins will hatch and start The cycle again.

Kur Tu esi? Mana visdārgā latviete, Tu esi mans prieks! Domāju, ka ar Tevi sirdī uzlabojās dzīve, Agrāk es vienmēr biju neveiksminieks, Tagad viss ir lieliski, vai arī nav? Mēs esam nolēmuši turēties viens pie otra, Lai kādi negaisi mums nenāktu pāri. Mana goda vārds ir uzticība tev. Bet vai Tu tā domā arī? Es biju cerējis, ka Tu esi, mana mūža mīlestība. Tāpēc nezinu, kāpēc tagad es tik ļoti šaubos. Es Tevi arvien mīlu, bet vai Tu atbildi pretī? Ja tu nekad neatbildēsi, var ir cerība? Latviešu valodas apguve, tā bija kaprīze. Nekad negaidīju, ka satikšu tādu cilvēku kā Tu. Tas bija brīnums, kad Tu kļuvi par manu. Taču vai Tu mani vispār mīli? Kas tad Tev esmu, vai esmu neredzams? Man Tevis pietrūkst jo viena Tu tāda, Es pat atdotu savu dzīvību par Tevi. Bet arvien jautāju: kur Tu esi?

I've also come to the realization that maybe it's just in our nature to behave the way we do. Look no further than the animal kingdom as resounding proof of this. Animals kill each other all the time and one can't seriously suggest that they themselves have also been conditioned by today's violent media in order to behave in such fashion. If you're going to go by the theory that implies that the only thing that separates us from the rest of the food chain is our superior our intellect and nothing more. Then our own behavior is merely a reflection of how every other species of life behave on this planet (at least in principle). Consider the following: 1) Animals fight each other over territory. So do we. 2) Animals fight each other over food. So do we. 3) Animals fight each other over mating rights. So do we. 4) Animals fight each other for the sake of establishing superiority over the rest of the flock. So do we. Sometimes I think to myself that this is the only

In Six (6) Words: Comeback The lights and electronics, back online. In Six (6) Words: Weather From rainy, to cloudy, to rainy. In Six (6) Words: Booster Jab Much needed after two important shots. In Six (6) Words: Side Effects Aftermath of the jab: sleepless night. Tanka: Not Quite Fixed, Yet Power has returned, But not fully optimal. There are still places Under recovery mode, More damages to address. Haiku: A Return? You come back to me… This will run differently, No longer the same. Cinquain: You Again… Milo… It’s you again. You looking up on me Even after that commotion? Well… sigh… Diamante: Timeline of Us Friends Supportive, Welcoming Commenting, Tweeting, Creating Connections, Interests, Misunderstandings, Betrayal Ranting, Mocking, Begging Annoying, Narcissistic Enemies In Six (6) Words: Last Run Enrolled in time for final term. In Six (6) Words: Graduation Last ride in university, finish academics. Sijo: Free Time Finding time to write some new material in poems… My

Dear Head of the Fairy Beauty School, My name is Arli, and I am a dragon. I am writing this application with great enthusiasm and a burning desire to become a part of your esteemed beauty school, despite being well aware that it primarily admits fairies. As a dragon, I understand that I am different from the typical candidates you receive, but I believe my unique perspective and passion for beauty can contribute to a more inclusive and diverse learning environment. Throughout history, dragons have often been portrayed as fierce and powerful creatures, feared by many. But beneath my scales and fiery breath, beats a heart that longs to explore the artistry and magic of beauty. I have spent countless hours observing fairies and other magical beings, admiring their elegance, creativity, and ability to enhance the world around them. I wish to learn from the best and hone my skills, not only for my personal growth but also to challenge the stereotypes associated with dragons. I am deeply

There was a woman betrayed and abandoned by her cruel husband. On her deathbed, she made her daughter pledge to never marry any man on the face of the earth. But the daughter did fall in love. “What can we do?” she asked her sweetheart. “I love you, but I am a woman of my word who would never break a vow like my father did to my mother.” Her sweetheart smiled and brought her underground into the labyrinth of Mammoth Cave, where they exchanged their vows and fulfilled a promise, surrounded by ancient formations as witnesses.

“Now remember,” daroach whispered to the squeaker guarding the door to his chambers, “under no circumstances are you to disturb us. Well, unless, of course, if there’s an emergency like the castle’s on fire or something, but other than that, you are not to open this door! Understand?” The guard saluted “Yes, you’re majesty” “Good” daroach took off his hat, licked his paw and slicked back his fur. he figured an hour was enough time for her to compose herself, and he was too anxious to wait any longer. "Alright," he said, clapping his hands together, "here it goes" he reached for the door handle and was about to unlock it when he paused How should he go about this? ask her straight out or woo her a little first? "Come on, this shouldn't be hard" he told himself "you already did this to the fairy queen" but it had been different with the fairy queen. his intentions then been solely for power and hadn't held any affection for her. he didn't want adeleine to just say yes. strange as

WIP Rules for the Fetish Art Association. I. Membership. Membership may be obtained by any Deviant of good standing, by: 1a) requesting to join the group, or 1b) accepting an invitation to join the group. 2) Sending a note to the group with the following pledge: "I, [enter username], do solemnly swear to uphold the values of legality, consent, and compassionate understanding that forms the central ethos of the group. I accept that failure to uphold these values will result in the revocation of my membership." 3) An admin will accept or reject the application within 72 hours. II. Submission of Fetish Content. Members may submit fetish content to the gallery by the following the correct procedure: 1) The member requests to submit a deviantion in its correct folder. If no relevant folder exists, the member should send a note to the group requesting its creation. 2) The members follows up the request by sending a note to the group referring to its mature content

Another Dream. This one was different than The Dream. Horatia stood peering out the transparent clockface of The Grand Clocktower, sitting in the crook of someone’s arm. Surrounded by warmth and able to detect the soft, regular rhythms of a heartbeat when she leaned back against the chest behind her. The perspective revealed a vast, forested valley. “Look, Horatia,” a voice nearby said. She was unable to catch any other attributes aside from the words, except that they were comforting. “The Crystal Dragons have arrived.” And as if on cue, they did come, soaring through the skies in droves—serpentine forms that glistened in the early morning sunlight like radiant prisms, casting miniature rainbows on the woods below. They had grand butterfly wings and came in various sizes. “Why do they fly here, _____?” she asked. Her own voice seemed quite small and faltering in comparison to the one that belonged to the individual holding her, which itself was