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[Through The Living Ketek He/Him/His]

Long phrases are too much,
Phrases are much too long.
Are too! Much long phrases.
Much long? Are phrases too.
Too much are long! Phrases.
….
….
Many are longing. To phrases!

[al_lan_mandragoran]

Ok, Kaladist.

What's your favourite ketek you've made?

[Through The Living Ketek He/Him/His]

the first one in this topic

[Through The Living Ketek He/Him/His]

this one:

Newly broken skies scarred the running winds’ determination.
The togetherness be broken, the maker of that conflict.
The resolution was standing under great, impossible burdens.
With men seeing gods near death.
Dark, made powerful, combined haste with feelings more to come.
Had they drifted closer, spirits might have lived.
They then tried..
And, enemies all over them, won them over.
All enemies.
And, trying, then…
Their lives had mightiness.
Spirits closely drifting.
They had come to more feelings.
Hastily combined power made darkness die.
Near-gods saw men with burdens impossibly great.
Understanding was resolving the conflict, that of making.
The broken being together;
The determined Windrunner.
The scarred Skybreaker.
Anew.

On 2/9/2026 at 2:10 PM, Through The Living Ketek said:

help me meter this 

Free but once, enslaved. Kaladin.- 8 syllables 
A second chance but not one first.- 8 syllables 
Be strong, Stormblessed.- 4 syllables
Your spren, wind yours, waits for your burst.- 8 syllables 

Being him, what’s full of light, that in life.-10 syllables
And newly now, hope very thinned.-7 syllables
Echoning, a warrior hiding behind flawed protection,-15 syllables
Wishing for running wind.-6 syllables

Death of finders: the broken,-7 syllables
Falling deep into the pits of sorrow.-9 syllables
Breathing men carry the bridge,-7 syllables
Suffering for hollow tomorrow.-9 syllables

Ridges, that from rising Light,-7 syllables
Fighting for the men who bled.-7 syllables
Bridge Four stands hopeful,-5 syllables
Where the broken are led.-6 syllables

Honor died once.-4 syllables
For a slave, a goner.-6 syllables
Now gone, a slave.-4 syllables
For a once-dying Honor.-7 syllables

Leaders are broken,-5 syllables
That's where stands hopeful Fourth Bridge.-7 syllables
Bleeding whose men; that for fighting,-8 syllables
Light rising from the ridge.-6 syllables

Tomorrow hollow, for suffering,-9 syllables
Bridges the carryman's breath.-7 syllables
Sorrow of pits; that into deep falling,-10 syllables
Broken that finding of death.-7 syllables

Windrunner. Radiant. For wishers.-9 syllables
Protected flaws behind, hiding warrior an echo thin.-15 syllables
Very hopes, now anew and alive.-9 syllables
In the light of fully what he’s been.-9 syllables

Bursting you for awaiting your windspren, -10 syllables
Your blessed storms, strong being.-6 syllables
First one: not but chancing seconds.-8 syllables
A Kaladin enslaved once, but freeing.-10 syllables

metering, rhyming, symmetry, making, too hard it is. its hard to make symmetrical, rhyming, metered.

this one is also one of the greats

[Through The Living Ketek He/Him/His]

Once for it does.
Please, everything is considered an existing conflict these days.
Whose blamed? Who started this? Is this justified?
Wars have been started over religion, of all excuses!
What happens after every war?
An instability, more fighting, tension, and strife.
But is that important for the people that are powerful?
The powers are that. People.
That for importance that is but strife. 
And tension’s fight more unstable, a war ever after.
Happening what excuses all of religion.
Over starting beings have warring justifications; this is the start.
Who blamed who?
Daily, these conflicts exist. 
A consideration is everything.
Please do it for once.

[Through The Living Star She/Her]

Storms, that's super impressive. I have no clue how you do that. The one and only ketek I've written turned out a little strange. 

[Through The Living Ketek He/Him/His]

Thanks! just keep trying!

[Ink and Embers Any pronouns]

On 3/23/2026 at 1:59 PM, Through The Living Ketek said:

Once for it does.
Please, everything is considered an existing conflict these days.
Whose blamed? Who started this? Is this justified?
Wars have been started over religion, of all excuses!
What happens after every war?
An instability, more fighting, tension, and strife.
But is that important for the people that are powerful?
The powers are that. People.
That for importance that is but strife. 
And tension’s fight more unstable, a war ever after.
Happening what excuses all of religion.
Over starting beings have warring justifications; this is the start.
Who blamed who?
Daily, these conflicts exist. 
A consideration is everything.
Please do it for once.

Ooooo, awesome!!! The sentences flow together really really well!!!!

[Through The Living Ketek He/Him/His]

On 3/26/2026 at 12:09 PM, Ink and Embers said:

Ooooo, awesome!!! The sentences flow together really really well!!!!

Thx!

I wrote a paragraph and then wrote it backwards

 

[Through The Living Ketek He/Him/His]

Half-lidded eyes flutter open at the crack of dawn,

Half-awake men stagger up for battles not yet won,

Half-broken souls reflect on foggy thoughts not gone,

And yet, they carry on.

 

Half-minded creatures scatter up many a tree,

Half-shattered windows scatter light for all to see,

Half-forgotten gods fight and struggle to be,

And yet, they run free.

 

Half-finished stories lie strewn with no sound,

Half-legend treasures sit waiting to be found,

Half-healthy foods are weighed by the pound,

And yet, they stand their ground.

 

Half-senseless dreams lie in the mind,

Half-believed faiths have nothing to find,

Half-planned days continue the grind,

And yet, they leave nothing behind.

[Through The Living Ketek He/Him/His]

Rising ash buries the broken city, while silent souls watch the falling ruin. Memories of light flicker, then die, as the screaming winds devour hope, turning all to void. For in the heart, love is a whisper, a faint dream of Tomorrow. Oh, Tomorrow's dream—faint a whisper, a love, heart that's in for. Void to all turning, hope devour winds screaming that as dying. Then, flickering light of memories. Ruin falling, the watching souls silent while, cities broken; the buried ash risen.