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Mythic Ocean (Poem)

You begin in your study;

Though your memory's muddy,

You know enough to understand

That fates have cut this world's strand—

And without a way to defend,

You can only watch the world end.

Despite ending, you wake.

With a new world at stake,

You're met by an eel—

Who's familiar, you feel;

He tells you of gods

Who reside here at odds—

"Here" being the Ocean between

The end of one world and the next unseen.

Each god has something they need to learn,

For creation is something they have to earn:

The god of joy and revelry

Must learn some responsibility—

The gods of kindness and anger, though

Must learn that the world is not their foe—

The god of curiosity and hunger, at last

Must learn restraint, to not eat too fast.

There are more gods waiting, too,

But even just three gives you enough to do.

The first gods you meet don't want to be met;

They raise a barrier, thinking you a threat.

You eventually win over the traumatized twins,

Finding they sport matching mischievous grins.

Their mood changes quickly

Between pranking and prickly,

But they're just kids, they're young;

They've got good hearts, just a bit high-strung.

Regardless, there's not much to say until you know more

About the rest of the Ocean you have yet to explore.

You enter a cave and find a strange pod,

That houses a very small hungering god.

The curious larva dreams of faraway places,

And meeting others with similar faces—

But right now, it just wants to find some food,

Making it simple to raise its mood.

You leave to find the next god on your list

And encounter an otter who knows how to twist.

He's having a party in a forest of kelp,

And you're not sure that he even needs your help—

He takes you to a grove away from the fun,

Allowing you to tell him of the hungry one.

He gives you a seed for the larva to plant;

If allowed to grow, much food it will grant.

So you return to the pod and plant the seed,

Which the larva sets upon with insatiable greed.

The first big choice is upon you, now,

As every choice will determine how

The gods all learn and interact with each other—

'Cause one way or another,

The new world MUST be made;

This Ocean is temporary, it WILL fade.

If the gods learned their lessons well,

Then surely the new world will be swell.

But if they didn't learn, what then?

Well then you ready your archival pen;

Once the new world is made, your role is to observe—

You'll record everything with the intent to preserve.

A world made by an immature god

Will be thrown into war, its creation flawed.

Although a world made by a god more mature,

Can still go to war with the other gods, for sure.

If any god did not learn their Ocean-borne lesson,

Then they'll try to take the new world with aggression.

Which side will prevail?

Did you make a harmonic world, or fail?

No matter the outcome

It's something to learn from—

Are you ready to do it all over again?

The next cycle is once again due to begin.

#kalimarchive #poetry #my poetry #mythic ocean #mythic ocean game

I finally finished the first poem I began (and quit) writing this year! I initially stopped after the fifth paragraph 'cause it was too depressing. But I finished it just now!

The Grind

It never stops

It never ends

Through hoops you hop

Backwards you bend

The grind goes on

You work for pay

You stifle yawns

Every day

Asleep on break

Within your shift

You jolt awake

Your mind adrift

In sleepy haze

You're almost blind

To all the days

Lost to the grind

You've lost the time

That you have spent

Making your dimes

To pay your rent

But you cannot

Let evil win

You have your thoughts

And tired grins

Do not forget

Who does the work

Why would you let

Them credit jerks?

Should you unite

With fellow ones

And bravely fight

Until you've won

What I mean is

If many rise

Bosses fear this

UNIONIZE

#poetry #my poetry #kalimarchive

On Ghosts

Fictional ghosts are cool.

They play death for a fool,

Making his rule

Naught but a tool

To become a ghoul.

Real ghosts are scary.

Their lore may vary

But always be wary;

They never make merry—

Much anger they carry.

Halloween may be fun—

Trick or treat a ton—

But when all is done

And night takes the sun

Remember to run.

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#poetry #kalimarchive #ghosts #context for this: I lived in a super haunted house #it was terrifying #but I still like fictional ghosts

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Welcome to my blog! Call me Kalimar. I reblog anything I like! There's no theme to this blog, but you'll see a lot of other people's art for Pokemon and Fire Emblem.

Find me on AO3 with the same username as here! I mostly write stuff based on my dreams, but there are a few things based on other stuff. All my works are locked to registered users only, sorry. I got tired of the bots.

My art blog is @kalimarart . I know there are tags below for my art, but that's all my OLD art. The blog I just listed has my newer art.

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Poem: Scuba Memories

I used to scuba dive as a child.

My obsession with it was far from mild!

I felt fulfilled under the sea's surface—

Happiness as easy as that to purchase.

I went on many dives with my dad,

Each one a precious experience to be had.

The deepest I went was one-hundred-and-four feet down,

But the coolest? Another dive took that crown.

My shark dive is still the easy favorite;

Once-in-a-lifetime, I knew to savor it.

Us guest divers huddled on the rails of a wreck,

While the divemaster distributed chum on the ship's deck.

The sharks were perhaps more excited than we were;

It's hard to say, it's all a bit of a blur.

We were nonetheless instructed to stay still,

Despite the adrenaline-inducing thrill.

Moving would make us targets, you see,

For the sharks in their chum-fueled feeding frenzy.

While the divemaster was decked out in full chainmail,

There was nothing protecting us on the guard rail.

We watched numerous sharks hungrily flail—

I even got hit with an errant shark tail!

It knocked out my breather and jostled my mask,

Making it hard to stay on-task;

Luckily I was trained for such situations,

When I got both of my dive certifications.

After the divemaster left with the bucket of chum,

And the sharks' frenzy calmed down some,

We were allowed to look for teeth that were dropped—

And that's when my logical thought process stopped.

I isolated myself, an idiotic move;

I was searching for teeth, too in the groove.

There were still a couple of sharks lurking around,

And I remember hearing a thunking sound,

From the photogapher's camera on a shark's nose;

He had seen the animal's black eyes close,

In preparation to bite my thoughtless ass—

Even now it's surreal, as if behind glass.

I came so close to being very hurt that day,

But regardless it's still my favorite, I say!

When I told my mom of shark diving with no cage in sight,

It gave her an admittedly reasonable fright;

I was forbidden from diving with sharks again,

Until I was 21 and she could no longer mother-hen.

It didn't end up mattering though;

I haven't gone diving since my depression began to show.

Underwater pressure can make medications unsafe—

It brought my diving to an end, a fact that will forever chafe.

I dove until I became an adult;

I miss it dearly as a result.

But the memories I made are worth all the time,

That I long for the sea, yet haven't the dime.

Someday I'll return to my beloved ocean,

But that deep underwater, I'll never go again.

I can still enjoy its beauty from ashore,

Or perhaps from a boat, who knows what's in store?

#kalimarchive #poetry #my poetry #scuba diving

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Original Work Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Original Male Character(s), Original Nonbinary Character(s) Additional Tags: Based on a Dream, But I have gutted the dream to its barest essentials and rebuilt it from scratch, Trans Male Character, no beta we die like men, Friendship, Family, despite the wholesome tags there are also things like:, Violence, Whump, Not Extreme But It's There, Insanity, (As a consequence to a specific magic-related situation) Series: Part 6 of Based on Dreams Summary:

Addison, crown prince of his kingdom in the Overlight, is not having a good time.

First he has a bad dysphoria day. On its own, that would be tolerable. But then his younger brother, the second prince Cyril, makes his move.

Now amnesiac, Addison finds himself in the Inverse—a mysterious world opposite of his own—with no easy way back.

He can't go back.

He must go back.

#kalimarchive #writing

I wrote another poem today!

Context: I had to update my ios because it's the first thing tech support asks you to do. Also I was hungry. Also the update had to hurry up and get done because I was gonna be late for work.

Okay, poem time.

Please Wait…

No one likes to wait in line

Especially if they're waiting to dine!

Hunger would make anyone whine

That having to wait is far from fine.

But waiting for other stuff is annoying, too

Tech only updates when you have things to do

It usually asks for permission first, true

But agreeing is something users quickly rue.

I'm waiting now, if you can't tell

A tech update in fact, thankfully not for a Dell

I'm hungry too, so much that I feel unwell

Waiting like this makes me want to yell.

This phone update is taking too long

I'm so hungry, but I have to stay strong

All of this trouble because my tech's working wrong

I just want to listen to my favorite obscure song!

Twenty-five minutes, I was told

by tech support, a guess so bold

I'm going to be late for work from this hold

Waiting for this update is getting old.

#poetry #my poetry #kalimarchive

Dreams Elemental (Poem)

Usually, I dream of water.

I swim playfully as an otter

Knowing no difference between water or air

As I breathe them both without a care

Having hydrokinesis is common, too

Allowing me to control the oceans blue—

Water dreams are some of my favorites, it's true.

Somewhat commonly I dream of the dark.

The themes and symbolism are often stark

One with the shadows, avoiding the light

I stay cooped up in spaces tight

Until I have no choice but to venture out

Which is when I discover what life is about—

Darkness dreams are deep without a doubt.

Less often, I dream of fire.

Burning whomever earns my ire

With my white-hot flaming dragon's breath

I avenge my loved one's warriors' death

It's not just a power fantasy, though

For there is always an equally powerful foe—

Fire dreams are ones of woe.

Occasionally I dream of thunder electric.

Themes of these dreams are quite eclectic

From alien invasions to video games

They're much more fun than my dreams of flames

With speeds unrivaled I move and strike

Calling lightning with a downwards spike—

Electric dreams have much to like.

Rarely do I dream of rock.

It always comes as a bit of a shock

When I control the earth with naught but a thought

It's used defensively more often than not

Shelters and shields are made with ease

Blending in with the earth and trees—

Rock dreams are safe enough to appease.

Water dreams may come with flight

And darkness dreams mix with the light

While fire dreams are wrought with fright

And lightning dreams are ones of might

Yet rock dreams save me from the fight—

I wonder which dream I'll have tonight?

#talking in the tags #kalimarchive #poetry #my poetry #dreams #this poem is entirely self-indulgent and everything mentioned is based on my actual dreams!#the elements/paragraphs are sorted in order by how often they show up in my dreams #dreams are my special interest. i could talk about them all day #most of my writing is based on my dreams. this includes my poetry #but I'll spare you the details