Mythen. Weiße, fast durchsichtige Wesen, mit langen weißen, ebenso fast durchsichtigen Schleiern in einer hellen Nebellandschaft. Es ist so weiß, dass du dich fragst, ob du sie wirklich gesehen hast, oder ob es nur ein Schleier war.
myth is something you want to believe in. MUST believe in, for if you don’t, who will? beautiful things would be lost to the world forever if we didn’t at least TRY to believe in the fantastic.
It was quickly becoming a myth. Nobody really or truly believes in true love, right? The moon was causing the glistening water of the lake to glow silver. Sighing, she gathered up her belongings. If it was true, hopefully she hadn’t missed her chance on obtaining it.
Mythical creatures are awesome for a lot of reasons and that’s probably why the feature so prominantly in metal music. Awesome metal tunes are only made more awesome by a mythical creature or two. Or a mythical sword, that’s always good too. Pretty much anything that has a special epic power. Rock on.
It was all a myth – everything they’d told me. I couldn’t believe that I’d fallen into their pit of lives – a benevolent god that commanded rape, murder, and sacrifices? I’d been a damn fool.
a myth is like a legend. not really something you should believe. mermaids. urbana legands. all kinds of stuff. unicorns. trolls. goblins. elves. fairies.
i was hoping it was a myth but the words rang true
doomed from the start i feel like
stabbing my eyes out over this and you
getting into something i should be running from
“Hey, it’s no myth you’re depressed as hell.” I muttered, brushing a lock of my hair out of my eyes. “Trust me, dude.” I said. “It’s more obvious than the hand in front of my face.”
the myth of the giant bleeding ox was one that had haunted the lnads of borgoi for as long as time. the ox was once king of all of borgoi but had been dethroned by a whale.
A myth is a story that we use to make sense of the world. It uses fantastical places and characters to tell a story about flawed persons and illustrates some part of the human experience.
interesting thoughts. Mystery. Not known. Abject thought. Inconclusive. Time wasting. Celebration. Go ahead. Why not? Superstition. Old wives tales. Hidden in the bushes or under the table. Given.
I live in a myth that ws written by Dwight Eisenhower or maybe Mamie and it is a beautiful if hazy storybook that always lives me hanging at the end of the page which seems to come way too often and way too quickly.
Folklore and such and kidneys and much I like to dance in a trance all day please let me stay dont make me go lets make up some myths and play in the snow. Weve got all we need the air in our lungs the toes on our feet and love in our guns
it’s a myth that things always work out. sometimes they dont, and when they don’t. they really really don’t. I always hope for things to work out well, and sometimes they do. They are right now in fact, and it’s awesome. really.
hades stole her
enchanted by her beauty and her serenity and the way she radiated with goodwill and nature
so unlike himself and yet so
perfect
he stole her from aboveground and brought her down to his lair
intent on making her his queen and spending the rest of his days with her by his side
of course she required some coaxing
but in time they grew to love one another
gradually they learned to cherish the time that they spent together
in the darkness of his kingdom
ice king and ice queen
she ate the dreaded pomegranate seeds but only half
much to his dismay
and so she returned aboveground for half of the year doing her work as inspiration to her mother so that grain would appear and people could eat
and the myth goes on to say that she loathed the time spent in the darkness
but this isn’t so
persephone loved her hades
lived for the days that she could spend trapped in his frigid embrace
and reveling in their kingdom
their fortress
their love.
Is love really a myth? I don’t know. It seems like every time I think I have it, it slips out of my hands. But I can’t say something doesn’t exist simply because I haven’t seen it before.
the myth of death has long been discussed
but making a modest decision, I elected an idea
it is not a myth, but a tale, a story, ingrained in soul,
and it is the next step for all of us.
Myths are a huge part of every society.Humanity as a whole has myths about everything from why a wolf howls, to why some may see a rabbit in the moon, while others see a man. Having myths is just another way for people to explain what they do not know, as it is human nature to want to explain and seem above the inexplicable aspects of life.
I wondered whether the law of attraction was a myth. But apparently, it’s not. I learned that today (or at least I think I did). I don’t want to believe it’s a myth. I want something to believe in, something to keep me going instead of hating them for doing this to me. I want to be great, and not be left behind. And if I keep thinking positively I should be able to get there.
Nobody was supposed to have as much power as the being that had just made an impressive entrance. Steven had always thought that such a creature was no more than a myth, but it was quite apparent now that he had been extremely mistaken.
“Yeah right, that’s a total myth” Levi said as i glared at him.
“No it isn’t, don’t go in that cave.” went in anyways. I haven’t seen Levi since. It wasn’t a myth.
I swear it.
The monsters come out of the closet and eat little children who talk back to their parents. It shouldn’t be a problem for you. Right? Go back to bed.
He stood before me like a creature out of myth, to beautiful to be a part of this world. It didn’t take long for me to realize that no matter what did, I wasn’t going to escape unchanged by the encounter.
A myth is something that we may or may not believe. Perhaps it was conceived by someone who couldn’t sleep. In the morning hours when the light was just starting to creep in. Perhaps it was truth. Maybe it really did happen.
what a fascinating thing eh? i so wish i could get to this!! a myth… hmm like hercules and pinoccio… is it really a myth or fact covered up over the years just to hide something completley wonderous? or something elaborated just a bit to make a wonderful childrens bedtime story? i guess we will never know. but we could perhpas one day eh? I wonder… pinocchio!
Everlasting Love is just a myth. Love fades just like everyone fades. It can’t last forever- as much as we want it to. Everlasting Love is just a myth.
“So,” Mrs. Eth concluded, “as we can see, the Greek myths have a strong impact on us here in the U.S. today.”
Ethan raised his hand.
“Yes, Ethan?’
“Well… what if you have a Greek myth that has a REALLY big impact on your life? Does that mean you’ll die like that hero?”
Mythen. Weiße, fast durchsichtige Wesen, mit langen weißen, ebenso fast durchsichtigen Schleiern in einer hellen Nebellandschaft. Es ist so weiß, dass du dich fragst, ob du sie wirklich gesehen hast, oder ob es nur ein Schleier war.
myth is something you want to believe in. MUST believe in, for if you don’t, who will? beautiful things would be lost to the world forever if we didn’t at least TRY to believe in the fantastic.
It was quickly becoming a myth. Nobody really or truly believes in true love, right? The moon was causing the glistening water of the lake to glow silver. Sighing, she gathered up her belongings. If it was true, hopefully she hadn’t missed her chance on obtaining it.
Mythical creatures are awesome for a lot of reasons and that’s probably why the feature so prominantly in metal music. Awesome metal tunes are only made more awesome by a mythical creature or two. Or a mythical sword, that’s always good too. Pretty much anything that has a special epic power. Rock on.
It was all a myth – everything they’d told me. I couldn’t believe that I’d fallen into their pit of lives – a benevolent god that commanded rape, murder, and sacrifices? I’d been a damn fool.
a myth is like a legend. not really something you should believe. mermaids. urbana legands. all kinds of stuff. unicorns. trolls. goblins. elves. fairies.
i was hoping it was a myth but the words rang true
doomed from the start i feel like
stabbing my eyes out over this and you
getting into something i should be running from
“Hey, it’s no myth you’re depressed as hell.” I muttered, brushing a lock of my hair out of my eyes. “Trust me, dude.” I said. “It’s more obvious than the hand in front of my face.”
the myth of the giant bleeding ox was one that had haunted the lnads of borgoi for as long as time. the ox was once king of all of borgoi but had been dethroned by a whale.
i’ve heard tales of waves
and curls of scarlet
and shimmering scales of myth,
i’d swim across the world to find
such beauty: half girl,
half fish.
A myth is a story that we use to make sense of the world. It uses fantastical places and characters to tell a story about flawed persons and illustrates some part of the human experience.
interesting thoughts. Mystery. Not known. Abject thought. Inconclusive. Time wasting. Celebration. Go ahead. Why not? Superstition. Old wives tales. Hidden in the bushes or under the table. Given.
A myth is something that shouldn’t be dismissed just rearranged to be what actually exists.
old, unproven, and mythbusters. I love that show so much, it so over the top.
I live in a myth that ws written by Dwight Eisenhower or maybe Mamie and it is a beautiful if hazy storybook that always lives me hanging at the end of the page which seems to come way too often and way too quickly.
i love the way the word “myth” sounds
like a speech impediment
but beautiful
In the end, true love is only a myth. A whispered legend on the lips of the foolish as the long for what will never be.
Folklore and such and kidneys and much I like to dance in a trance all day please let me stay dont make me go lets make up some myths and play in the snow. Weve got all we need the air in our lungs the toes on our feet and love in our guns
Everything is a myth. Nothing can be proven. Eyes are deceiving. Ears are misleading.
it’s a myth that things always work out. sometimes they dont, and when they don’t. they really really don’t. I always hope for things to work out well, and sometimes they do. They are right now in fact, and it’s awesome. really.
hades stole her
enchanted by her beauty and her serenity and the way she radiated with goodwill and nature
so unlike himself and yet so
perfect
he stole her from aboveground and brought her down to his lair
intent on making her his queen and spending the rest of his days with her by his side
of course she required some coaxing
but in time they grew to love one another
gradually they learned to cherish the time that they spent together
in the darkness of his kingdom
ice king and ice queen
she ate the dreaded pomegranate seeds but only half
much to his dismay
and so she returned aboveground for half of the year doing her work as inspiration to her mother so that grain would appear and people could eat
and the myth goes on to say that she loathed the time spent in the darkness
but this isn’t so
persephone loved her hades
lived for the days that she could spend trapped in his frigid embrace
and reveling in their kingdom
their fortress
their love.
Is love really a myth? I don’t know. It seems like every time I think I have it, it slips out of my hands. But I can’t say something doesn’t exist simply because I haven’t seen it before.
the myth of death has long been discussed
but making a modest decision, I elected an idea
it is not a myth, but a tale, a story, ingrained in soul,
and it is the next step for all of us.
Myth is not real, but it exists. It is everywhere, yet we rarely see it. Sometimes it’s useful to question the truth.
Myths are a huge part of every society.Humanity as a whole has myths about everything from why a wolf howls, to why some may see a rabbit in the moon, while others see a man. Having myths is just another way for people to explain what they do not know, as it is human nature to want to explain and seem above the inexplicable aspects of life.
I wondered whether the law of attraction was a myth. But apparently, it’s not. I learned that today (or at least I think I did). I don’t want to believe it’s a myth. I want something to believe in, something to keep me going instead of hating them for doing this to me. I want to be great, and not be left behind. And if I keep thinking positively I should be able to get there.
the story that tells a tale of deception but somehow holds a bit of truth in the tale. its not imaginary but not real either.
Nobody was supposed to have as much power as the being that had just made an impressive entrance. Steven had always thought that such a creature was no more than a myth, but it was quite apparent now that he had been extremely mistaken.
“Yeah right, that’s a total myth” Levi said as i glared at him.
“No it isn’t, don’t go in that cave.” went in anyways. I haven’t seen Levi since. It wasn’t a myth.
The myth of happy endings in one that I refuse to dismiss no matter how much eveidence to the contray that I gather.
I swear it.
The monsters come out of the closet and eat little children who talk back to their parents. It shouldn’t be a problem for you. Right? Go back to bed.
creation of creatures, creation of mountains. A new name for my brain. Not a secret now.
He stood before me like a creature out of myth, to beautiful to be a part of this world. It didn’t take long for me to realize that no matter what did, I wasn’t going to escape unchanged by the encounter.
A myth is something that we may or may not believe. Perhaps it was conceived by someone who couldn’t sleep. In the morning hours when the light was just starting to creep in. Perhaps it was truth. Maybe it really did happen.
i’m icarus, i’m falling.
what a fascinating thing eh? i so wish i could get to this!! a myth… hmm like hercules and pinoccio… is it really a myth or fact covered up over the years just to hide something completley wonderous? or something elaborated just a bit to make a wonderful childrens bedtime story? i guess we will never know. but we could perhpas one day eh? I wonder… pinocchio!
the end of the line. the fantastic and true. maybe.
Everlasting Love is just a myth. Love fades just like everyone fades. It can’t last forever- as much as we want it to. Everlasting Love is just a myth.
Myths aren’t only “just” myths. They exist. They exist somewhere other than this world right here, but they definitely exist.
“So,” Mrs. Eth concluded, “as we can see, the Greek myths have a strong impact on us here in the U.S. today.”
Ethan raised his hand.
“Yes, Ethan?’
“Well… what if you have a Greek myth that has a REALLY big impact on your life? Does that mean you’ll die like that hero?”