376 posts
  • dvvsnl 4w

    You are the epic chapter of my life
    Even if we don't be together till the end
    Our story remains epic.


  • kirukka 7w

    Painting is not something you enjoy and forget about. You are the beautiful epic that made me know in a moment what the first meaning of love was in my life! ❤

  • saevenia 7w

    Saevenia Facts

    Most of the lands on Saevenia are still shrouded in mystery

  • saevenia 8w

    Saevenia Facts

    Avarkeir is the secondary setting of a 2 part story. It is written about Serenity, a noble from Uiren with a tragic past. It is the only written record in existence of anyone being on the continent.

  • swethaphoenix 9w

    Epic yet ironic.

    How could a single fragrance bring me back to life after my forever death,cursed by who holded onto it?!

  • randalthor 17w


    Dating is like a quest to find one person willing to hear your entire life story, slowly, bit by bit, but people seldom stay long enough to hear the entire epic.

  • geanette 28w


    One of the best things about the epic Mahabharata is that it shows that
    -humanity revolves around different shades of grey.
    -Some people can be likable to some and absolutely unlikeable for other
    -And most importantly you WILL have to face consequences of your actions.
    I may not be spiritual enough but sometimes I am in awe of the knowledge of the people back in the day.

  • _rakhi 31w

    “I’d rather be alone, I’m not going to tolerate your shit.

  • ions0206 32w


    "When i was little mom
    Used tell me the story
    Of fairytales and i believe
    Life is really going to be
    That way but then slowly
    Slowly i started to face the
    Reality every problems, struggle
    And challenges make me stronger &
    Make me realize that life is not fairytale
    But you can make epic.... "

  • angelqueen 32w

    It might not always gonna to be fine,
    but definitely be epic when
    I've you with me.


  • hearts_to_ink 45w

    Curse of Atlas (Part 2)

    Of deceit and charlatance, jealousy and greed
    Till the brim filled as to rip the soul of his kin
    Stranded from my blood for all eternity
    The curse of Atlas I endure in silent agony
    Millennia has passed since the war ended
    A guard over the purgatory of land and sky
    Stand the test of time, witness man's ascent
    A life of pleasure within reach yet so distant
    T'was a time when repentance came flooding
    Perhaps my trial by fire, of penance resolute
    Rage took over for amnesty overlooked
    Await with bated breath to turn over the tide

  • thoughtsofaditya 46w

    You and I are epic in our own world.


  • angeldisco 48w

    Finding Meaning

    Finding Meaning

    Elizabeth's Story

    Who called you barren?
    I did
    They did
    We all did

    When I got married
    I knew I had hit the jackpot
    A handsome, rich man of standing
    Zechariah the priest
    The world was my oyster
    Only good things would happen to me
    I was young and naive
    He was kind and sweet
    The best of men
    Making me the luckiest woman alive
    Those early years of conflict and bliss
    Joy in every kiss
    Learning to thrive
    Falling in love
    Coming together as a team
    Felt as good as it could get

    10 years went by
    And sorrow was added to the dream
    Every woman I knew who married when I did had kids by now
    Here I stood alone
    Having everything in the world but the one thing I longed for
    A child

    Zechariah and I clung to the Lord
    With each monthly disappointment
    Sometimes a little less frequent but more agonizing
    I would feel my body change
    A few months would go by
    Only to end in a flood of tears and loss
    Every sound of a baby crying tore through my gut
    Each time a child laughed inside I wept

    And the questions became more intense
    When are you and Zechariah going to have children?
    Maybe you should see the doctor
    Have you done something to anger God?
    Did you disrespect your husband?
    Remember David and Michal
    Keep respectful
    It could yet happen

    I watched in pain as Zechariah was blocked from the Sanhedrin
    And others questioned him
    He was not fulfilling his duty to be fruitful and multiply
    And in their eyes he was disqualified

    And me?
    I was raised to believe
    That motherhood was meant to be my identity
    Wasn't that the definition of a woman?
    The foundation of my social standing?
    I felt like a second-class citizen

    We went through treatment after treatment
    And it felt God stood by silent
    As I felt the stares and the judgments
    Old friends withdrew
    Helpless in face of our torment
    Or frustrated at our lack of repentance from some unnamed sin
    We were so desperate we even called the exorcists
    Anything to fix this
    But nothing worked

    Zechariah and I remained faithful
    Prayed nightly
    I copied scriptures all over our home
    Clung to them tightly
    Stories of Sarah and Hannah
    The beautiful passage in Isaiah
    "Sing O barren woman
    Burst into song
    For more are the children of the desolate woman
    Than of her who has a husband"
    I pondered, I meditated
    Faith blurred into desperation
    Zechariah joined me and encouraged me
    Our love for God and each other
    Became our everything

    Eventually hope became excruciating

    Decades passed
    One day awakened by hot flashes
    Grief revived afresh
    Searing pain through my heart
    The death of a dream
    This was it
    The end of our journey

    Our tears had dried
    Replaced by overwhelming numbness
    We let go
    Pouring our energy into efforts
    To bless all we saw in pain
    Animal or human it made no difference
    We embraced the life we had
    Even though it wasn't what we wanted

    And then ...
    Zechariah was chosen
    It was his turn
    We had felt the stirring of excitement
    This once in a lifetime event
    My husband would meet with God
    At the risk of his life
    And all I could do is wait and pray
    Anxiety fused with anticipation
    All I knew for sure was that my life would soon change
    But I had no idea what was coming

    Butterflies stirred wildly inside
    Waiting became unbearable
    I wanted to fast forward time
    My level of panic approached unmanageable
    This was taking too long
    What in the world was going on?

    When he emerged I breathed a sigh of relief
    But then - he couldn't speak!
    The other priests stirred
    He burst through the crowd
    Gesticulating wildly
    But I knew he wanted me

    I approached, unable to see what he held in his hand
    When he showed me, I gasped
    God said it is now time to be pregnant?
    Now that the energy of youth had passed
    And my heart had let go of my dream
    And it suddenly made sense
    That all I had been through was for this
    I wasn't cursed
    There wasn't something wrong with me
    I was taking my place among the chosen
    Ready to protect this gift at any cost, I went into seclusion

    It was too much for anyone to comprehend
    God's choice of me
    So when my cousin Mary arrived
    Another piece fell into place
    She was young and I was old
    I had faced disgrace, the kind she was soon to know
    I had wisdom to impart, love to give
    I carried the Voice that would cry in the wilderness
    And had the privilege to witness
    The arrival of God in the Flesh

    My pain not wasted
    My disgrace turned into glory
    I knelt I'm gratitude
    And thanked God for choosing me.

    Perhaps in this Christmas season
    You have faced pain, disgrace, suffering
    I pray that in the right time,
    God will also show you the meaning
    What you've been through is a badge of honour
    Birthing through you a Voice
    That prepares others
    To experience the Presence of the One
    Who resurrected my womb
    Took away my disgrace
    And will resurrect you too, removing all shame


  • blue_nib 48w


    The Dictator Survived!!!
    Bowed infront of
    Pen ||


  • themushroomyogi 49w

    A Feast?

    Candle burning in the moonlight
    The wise owl takes flight
    Undetected in the dead of night
    Meal time for the rat, but also a cat
    It feels like a fight
    To the one who lost sight
    Winner takes all,
    In flys the bat
    Who gets grabbed by the cat
    Finally a winner
    But the owl takes the rat
    The bat gets away.
    They lost this time but ther will be another day.

  • anas_husain 49w


    All words shattered,
    It was an epic breakthrough,
    to know that the waning moon was a goodbye smile.


  • ayubkhan_u 51w


    You need to run
    Like a clock
    That runs relentlessly
    And shows the time, your time!

    You need to love
    Like passionate lovers
    Or else, you could
    Spend your time in solitude


  • kingbts 56w

    Mystery man

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    What do you seek to understand
    Am I right or wrong
    A sincere answer is needed

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    Am all surrounded and yet alone
    In the world
    Should I come out of my shell?
    Yeah, am sure all is still void

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    There is still a puzzle yet to be puzzled
    Broken expectation yet to be unbroken
    Don't know what's in, if I leave them open

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    Save my soul from this dilemma
    Help me to correct what is forever

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    I calleth out to thee
    Come save me before
    I flee into the deep again

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    Help save a man who needs answers.
    Answers to a burden that can't be questioned
    Help save a man from a decision that is lasting till yonder

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    Please where art thou...Pl-e-e-e-s-sss-s-e
    I need your pain k-ill-ll-e-e-rs

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    Save me before my r-e-e-ee-a-a-l-i-ties become illusions
    I calleth out to thee
    If you ever answer
    Mystery man, the mystery man

  • thebhavnasaxena 58w


    I will promise you
    A poem, in exchange
    For a smile, and I will
    Promise you a sonnet
    Saying the words I couldn't
    Right after you first kissed
    Me under the canopy of stars,
    Maybe it is nothing out of
    The ordinary, but if you hold me
    With passion, with reverence, with
    Love, maybe I will promise to make
    Each day, an epic piece of art

  • urstrulyrj 59w


    He was a man,
    A man who repudiated,
    to be jettisoned away,
    into the darkness.

    He was a man,
    Esoteric, who believed all were
    shackled by another's
    notion of dharma.

    He was a man,
    Who raised his words,
    against societal dichotomy,
    even though he was superior.

    He was a man,
    Who was betrayed,
    Misguided and detrimented
    by his own kind.

    He was a man,
    Hero by heart yet a man,
    Who became the most
    vindictive villain of all time.