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Thank you everyone for the help :) (none)
just finished the task and performed it in class today, but due to privacy/legality things I can't share the video however at the end of the week on Sunday (17th of March) I'll upload the poem.
I NEED YOUR HELP 🫵
(Reblog for bigger sample size pls)
Im writing a poem for my literature assignment and I need as many water Goddesses as you can find.
Any and every culture is welcome though I already have Greek, Norse, Indian, Chinese and Aboriginal (indigenous Australian)
ANY AND EVERY ONE COUNTS EVEN IF THEY WONT MAKE IT TO THE FINALE COPY
(I’m a huge mythology nerd so I’ll read into them anyway)
IF THIS POST WORKS AND DOES WELL I’LL ADD THE POEM ONCE THE ASSIGNMENT IS DONE
The reports are out by now so here is the monologue/poem:
236,000 humans drowned this year. Do you mourn one? … I mourn all.
I’m responsible, named on the grave, cause of death: The harsh of the wave.
Is Poseidon to blame? No, it’s his wife! Amphitrite! Take note! This water is called she!
For millennia those men brave our rouges and our storms.
Millions lost yet billions borne.
Rán trawls her net over their boat thus yanking them into their final bed of rock and sand.
Ganga and Marina cry, their tears; typhoons
Eingana watches with mixed expression as she sees all her creation fight forces they can’t understand.
Mazu protects what’s hers, leaving the sanctity of her lagoon to do so.
Praised for beauty and poetry yet feared for the fact we she are of the few things one can’t command.
Those dead in deep water can’t be found.
The ocean leaves no trace, nor nothing that can save its face.
Families left, no peace for ones gone, unable to rest, it lingers in minds, a burden one cannot heal.
A wish to not be helpless, nights spent under the waves accompanied only by fish.
Over time it was a slaughter, bodies lost, souls gone, left to the sea.
What do they feel? The grains of sand or the teeth of a fish, The scales of an eel?
A body of death becomes a feature of new life.
A reef on the bones of the deceased.
The creatures do not know or care, It’s home now.
Their Thieves of remains, they desecrate the dead yet provide them purpose.
Perhaps they deserved to die? Men are not sinless creatures after all.
Especially considering how they treat us, isn’t that right Magwayen? they treat us with more than just spite!
How can they assume us to be kind when for centuries they’ve used us?
Sending fleet after fleet onto our surface and tipping their waist into our swash!
They have no right to treat us this way when the tears we cry are of the same pain
They doom our icecaps we so graciously froze just so they could come to fruition, I refuse to accept this!
How half of them refuse to take the blame while others drown
How they make shallow promises of prevention and change
yet you find those same mouths wet by lies of the above line
And those sinking cry why!
Hypocrites! all of them!
Notice how they call their most powerful, important, and feared things she!
Yet they call upon the husbands for safe passage through OUR waters!
They boast their achievements of deep-found treasure, but they turn coy at the mention of how they got there!
People are left to rot when the stem of their problems is of their own kind.
The lot of them are savage! Acting as gods pretending as if they too are not animals.
Everything in the universe is made from the same dust, and yet the humans audaciously claim they are of the most importance!
People beg us for mercy, to save them from their self-inflicted fate
They do this so much so, they forget they are the ones to blame!
We should send our rain and waves to condemn all for their ignorance!
Humans call the ocean treacherous and harsh! The foam of the waves is a sign of rough sea!
We will send raging storms, floods, tsunamis and even cause droughts!
All to make them fear us and come to terms with the fact they are ultimately powerless in the face of Mother Nature!
Mother! Not father! We will prevail in the face of man. We will leave them no time to even attend to the damage!
We will cull those who seek to conquer our home and make all who come after fear us!
Caging them inside a trap-like purgatory
They deserve it for all they’ve done to us!
The end of men! We will bring forth a matriarchy like no other!
No longer will we desire for respect and fame
Sing in Joy for the day of our redemption has come!
I NEED YOUR HELP 🫵
(Reblog for bigger sample size pls)
Im writing a poem for my literature assignment and I need as many water Goddesses as you can find.
Any and every culture is welcome though I already have Greek, Norse, Indian, Chinese and Aboriginal (indigenous Australian)
ANY AND EVERY ONE COUNTS EVEN IF THEY WONT MAKE IT TO THE FINALE COPY
(I’m a huge mythology nerd so I’ll read into them anyway)
IF THIS POST WORKS AND DOES WELL I’LL ADD THE POEM ONCE THE ASSIGNMENT IS DONE
@maopll @venusandsaturnsrings @yandere-daydreams @blackopals-world hey! I admire your writing work and fic on tumblr. I wrote this piece for a literature assignment not too long ago so I wanna know what you think as more active authors.
236,000 humans drowned this year. Do you mourn one? … I mourn all.
I’m responsible, named on the grave, cause of death: The harsh of the wave.
Is Poseidon to blame? No, it’s his wife! Amphitrite! Take note! This water is called she!
For millennia those men brave our rouges and our storms.
Millions lost yet billions borne.
Rán trawls her net over their boat thus yanking them into their final bed of rock and sand.
Ganga and Marina cry, their tears; typhoons
Eingana watches with mixed expression as she sees all her creation fight forces they can’t understand.
Mazu protects what’s hers, leaving the sanctity of her lagoon to do so.
Praised for beauty and poetry yet feared for the fact we she are of the few things one can’t command.
Those dead in deep water can’t be found.
The ocean leaves no trace, nor nothing that can save its face.
Families left, no peace for ones gone, unable to rest, it lingers in minds, a burden one cannot heal.
A wish to not be helpless, nights spent under the waves accompanied only by fish.
Over time it was a slaughter, bodies lost, souls gone, left to the sea.
What do they feel? The grains of sand or the teeth of a fish, The scales of an eel?
A body of death becomes a feature of new life.
A reef on the bones of the deceased.
The creatures do not know or care, It’s home now.
Their Thieves of remains, they desecrate the dead yet provide them purpose.
Perhaps they deserved to die? Men are not sinless creatures after all.
Especially considering how they treat us, isn’t that right Magwayen? they treat us with more than just spite!
How can they assume us to be kind when for centuries they’ve used us?
Sending fleet after fleet onto our surface and tipping their waist into our swash!
They have no right to treat us this way when the tears we cry are of the same pain
They doom our icecaps we so graciously froze just so they could come to fruition, I refuse to accept this!
How half of them refuse to take the blame while others drown
How they make shallow promises of prevention and change
yet you find those same mouths wet by lies of the above line
And those sinking cry why!
Hypocrites! all of them!
Notice how they call their most powerful, important, and feared things she!
Yet they call upon the husbands for safe passage through OUR waters!
They boast their achievements of deep-found treasure, but they turn coy at the mention of how they got there!
People are left to rot when the stem of their problems is of their own kind.
The lot of them are savage! Acting as gods pretending as if they too are not animals.
Everything in the universe is made from the same dust, and yet the humans audaciously claim they are of the most importance!
People beg us for mercy, to save them from their self-inflicted fate
They do this so much so, they forget they are the ones to blame!
We should send our rain and waves to condemn all for their ignorance!
Humans call the ocean treacherous and harsh! The foam of the waves is a sign of rough sea!
We will send raging storms, floods, tsunamis and even cause droughts!
All to make them fear us and come to terms with the fact they are ultimately powerless in the face of Mother Nature!
Mother! Not father! We will prevail in the face of man. We will leave them no time to even attend to the damage!
We will cull those who seek to conquer our home and make all who come after fear us!
Caging them inside a trap-like purgatory
They deserve it for all they’ve done to us!
The end of men! We will bring forth a matriarchy like no other!
No longer will we desire for respect and fame
Sing in Joy for the day of our redemption has come!
If you were to say “We haven’t met before,” I would be drawn to the sincerity and openness in your eyes. I would feel a sense of recognition, a flicker of familiarity that echoes your words from the poem. And while I might not be able to recall specific memories of our past encounters, the poem itself would serve as a powerful reminder of the soul’s boundless capacity for connection.
──•~❉❀❉~•──
Though our paths may not have crossed in the tangible realm, the poem serves as a bridge, a whisper of shared souls. In its verses, I see echoes of a connection that transcends time, a tapestry woven from the threads of our very being. And though specific memories may elude my grasp, the poem’s essence, a testament to the boundless capacity for connection, burns brightly within, a beacon guiding me towards you.
Perhaps, like characters in a story yet to be written, our destinies intertwined before the ink touched the page. Perhaps our souls recognized each other across the chasm of time, drawn together by an invisible force. The poem, then, becomes a map, tracing the contours of a bond older than words, leading us onwards to a meeting written in the stars.
──•~❉❀❉~•──
"Unveiling the Soul's Tapestry", a monologue by Flynn Caulfield
"Looking at our picture on the desk, I can almost feel your warmth. The way your hand used to fit perfectly in mine. But the memory fades leaving a cold ache in its wake."
-Flynn Caulfield
Embracing my foodie side today...
A lot of food & recipes have come up on my dash today. Less half-naked men with overfed guts. I’ll take it today! Lately, I’ve embracing more of my “foodie” side and drifting a bit away from my “fat admirer” side. I haven’t done any special cooking in the last month. I want to get back to that...
“Amy’s “Cool Girl” monologue makes explicit the film’s central critique of contemporary identity. We allow ourselves to appear shallow on the surface because other people like us that way. More importantly, we do it because we have our safe refuge on the inside where we can say to ourselves, “that’s not the real me.” We “endure” subjugating our own desires to the desires of others because we believe in this refuge, but the reality is that we’re allowing our identities to be determined by someone else’s desire. There’s a fine line between compromise and self-effacement, and Amy’s critique of modern society is that we allow ourselves to be erased and replaced with someone—something—else. We are exactly what we pretend to be. The distinction between external appearances and internal reality exists so that we can maintain the illusion of being what we want to be while still enjoying our easy, comfortable lifestyles. Amy’s argument is that instead we should appear to be the best version of ourselves, because being our best—showing our best on the surface—erases the gap between internal and external identity. Amy kills the version of herself she created to please others and becomes the film’s paragon of self-realization. She throws away the Cool Girl and becomes the Gone Girl.” (source)
You: Hey.
Me: Hey.
You: Let’s be honest. We’re not really happy.
Me: Yeah, but we’re really good at pretending.
-E.S.
@sunkissed-summerdaze
Hey,
It’s me, your over obsessed never enough train wreck.
I’m trying to get out of my comfort zone.
Only by a little.
-E.S.
Note to Self.
You: You're stagnate. Me: Yeah... You: You need to let yourself breath again. Me: I think I've forgotten how to.
-E.S.
@sunkissed-summerdaze
Monologue: The Time I Became the Worshipped Figure of a Cult
I’ve always been satisfied with the life I live. Sounds like something a boring person would say, right? Exactly! I was happy being a boring person, and I’m not ashamed of that. It was a good life. Did I like doing what I did? Not really but, it was easy, and I always had free time. I had more free time than working hours, so what I did in my working hours didn’t matter. I didn’t have much of a social life. In fact, I don’t have much of a social life. Hang on. Stop interrupting me; I’m getting there. Goodness gracious, you people are all in a rush aren’t you. Anyway, the other day I went to the museum, and made a couple jokes with some dumb kids. There was a mixture of coincidence and my dumb sense of humor that ripped away my ordinary life. I have a sense of humor that only old people seem to like. People always think my jokes sound too serious to be a joke, and they don’t get what I’m trying to say. No, I’m not just not funny. Humor is all subjective anyway. Back to where we were earlier, uhm, everything went wrong that day. I’m still unsure of the full details, but when I woke up the next day, there was a cult that worships me. Things led to things because cult people do weird stuff, and I was framed for murder. I swear I had nothing to do with any of this, so I plead confused. You want to know why I don’t have a lawyer? They murdered the lawyer too! When? Five minutes ago! If you haven’t noticed half of the jury is wearing gray robes and crocs? Wait a second. When did, you all get here. See, I told you! They’re a cult! Why are you all here? Go away! No, I’m not immortal! What kind of question is that, and how in the world did you manage to organize such a massive movement already. I’m literally a nobody. Did you just kill the judge? You people can’t do that! What is going on?
random motivation monologue cause i drank my bloom early today
it baffles me how we are willing to wake up at 4 AM, with little-to-no sleep the night prior and burn ourselves out for our bosses everyday but we can't wake ourselves up with the same dedication when it comes to working on our personal projects.
talk about a double-standard!
show up for yourself! be your own boss, darn it! you high eminence!
the world will be such a better place once you start showing up as your best self and stop letting people and things trample over your light.
i don't know who needs to hear this but I see you. I see you trying your best. Your breakthrough is coming. It's right around the corner. Keep at it! Keep being your best self. Drink your water, go on your mental health walks, reflect on experiences, do something kind for someone today, prioritize time blocks for your projects (if you don't do it, no one will do it for you)
you have something unique to share with the world. write that book. publish that blog. create that graphic. finish your drawing.
I didn't know Erin's and Riley's monologues on death were going to be so hauntingly beautiful.
I hate these things, I grew up with them too many of them. On my stoop in my back yard. Switch knives came with the neighborhood I grew up in. And it's funny I wasn't even thinking about it. It's the type if thing you try and forget, right?
You don't use that type of knife that way. You have to hold it like this in order to release the blade, but in order to stab downwards you have to re adjust your grip like that. Any one who's ever used a switch knife wouldn't do it any other way
Juror # 5
It's a little bit horrifying just how quickly everything can fall to crap. Sometimes, it takes a huge loss to remind you of what you care about the most. Sometimes, you find yourself becoming stronger as a result. Wiser, better equipped to deal with the next big disaster that comes along. Sometimes, but not always.
Your life is a gift. Accept it. No matter how screwed up or painful it seems to be. Some things are going to work out as if they were destined to happen. As if they were just meant to be.
It can be scary to find out you've been wrong about something. But we can't be afraid to change our minds to accept that things are different, that they'll never be the same - for better or for worse. We have to be willing to give up what we used to believe. The more we're willing to accept what is, and not what we thought, we'll find ourselves exactly where we belong.