Historias de Elegy

Elegies were old keep it warm then sell Buy poems with broken words

Its a collection of sad poems filled with rage

just posting some poetry when I'm in the mood. I enjoy reading more then posting, but I do want to try it out. hope you enjoy!

Telamon, the creation of Yusef, and his tale throughout his life time. Filled with the tragedy of his life and his eventual death. Read the immersive world of mine and its many curiosities.

A very incredible, amazing, and adventurous telling of the battle between good and evil. From the beginning to the end of it all.

An elegy does not suit you and I can't accept that I'm writing one for you.

of tragedies and melancholia

Assorted poetry, of various forms and styles.

Just a stupid, badly-written BEN Drowned fanfiction I wrote last year in Gym class. If you don't know, BEN Drowned is an amazing creepypasta by Alexander Hall. If you want to find it Google is your friend, I highly recommend it. I wrote this using a whole bunch of theories I found by a whole lotta players in different corners of the internet.

🔥 Elegy for the Faithless 🔥 She was meant to die. Instead, she returned-burned, broken, and more powerful than ever. Lucienne was once a loyal servant of the divine. But when the gods turned their backs, her faith became her funeral. Now reborn in flame and shadow, she wanders a cursed land-hunting those who betrayed her, and uncovering secrets long buried beneath blood and ash. Four strangers cross her path. A witch marked by time. A knight with a shattered oath. A prophet who hears the dead. A girl who dreams of fire. They are not heroes. They are not saviors. They are the storm coming to burn the old world down. 🕯️ For fans of dark fantasy, morally grey characters, slow-burn mystery, and gothic revenge tales.

စာတွေရေးမယ် ကဗျာတွေဖွဲ့မယ် ပြီးရင်..... မင်းကိုလွမ်းမယ်

What Inscription Means Now A Meditation on Heritage, Silence, and the Unprotected Wild They wrote it in gold letters: Outstanding Universal Value. On South Africa's Cape Peninsula-a UNESCO World Heritage Site, a protected landscape of ancient fynbos and impossible beauty-baboons are being erased. Chased from dawn to dusk by paintball-wielding monitors. Shot in roosting sites and on the mountain that is meant to be their home. Buried in unmarked graves. Scheduled for enclosures euphemistically called "sanctuaries," with euthanasia protocols built into the fine print. And those who object are told: speak, and we take the better option away. This prose poem is a refusal of that silence. It is a cartography of the lost-the dispersing males who crossed invisible lines, the troops buried in soft sand, the euthanised whose deaths are spoken of only in passive voice. It is a meditation on what heritage means when protection can be revoked the moment it becomes inconvenient. It is an act of witness when all democratic channels have emptied into bureaucratic sand. What does aversion teach when there is nowhere left to go? For the baboons still running through a home that no longer answers when they ask where they can be. For those who cannot stay silent. For those who keep records. For those who grieve. For what inscription should have meant. This happened/is happening. It has a name. Look. Image courtesy of: Robert Sachowski on Unsplash Cover created with the assistance of Canva.com

Voici une petit poème réalisé pour un cours de littérature anglaise mais je me suis dit que je pouvais le publier, c'est un écrit comme un autre. C'est d'ailleurs plus précisément une élégie, donc c'est un peu déprimant mais j'espère que vous aimerez quand même! ☺

Yesterday's Memories By: YuAnEndlesseight A sad poem about the feelings of a certain woman who had lost the one she loved.