Uploaded January 2021 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
In the comments write a Poem on the phrase:
"My thoughts are as fast as clouds..."
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Music (which I keep re-using because it's so damn good):
Jamael Dean, When There Is No Sun, Ished Tree, Bandcamp
Link: jamaeldean.bandcamp.com/album/ished-tree
In the comments write a Poem on the phrase:
"My thoughts are as fast as clouds..."
________________________________________
If you're new here, this channel is largely inspired by the people who write in the comments. Check the end of the video for the writing prompt or do your own thing. Like other peoples writing and if you see someone new here, welcome them. If YOU write something for the prompt I may pin your poem or story for a time for everyone to see! Write only what you are comfortable with sharing, as at least a few thousand people will read what you write! I look forward to your comments.
PLEASE hit the notification bell after subbing – it helps us all (otherwise I wouldn't ask). As always, be kind, not only here and in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives.
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Music (which I keep re-using because it's so damn good):
Jamael Dean, When There Is No Sun, Ished Tree, Bandcamp
Link: jamaeldean.bandcamp.com/album/ished-tree
![Creativity (Read Description) [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/cPiDIaPR0Ag/mqdefault.jpg "Creativity (Read Description) [For Honor]
Look at a photo of yourself when you were a child. If you could write a letter, or a poem or story to that child, what would you say? Heres mine:
I don’t remember it but in this picture you’re charging forward laughing, your arms point to the person behind the camera who would not be there the rest of your life.
Young one, you were not born to stress – those were merely spiderwebs in your hair, from hiding in the dusty attic where you slept, your bed was the dust where the grown-ups stored their old arguments and your pillow was full of your neighborhood hiding its monstrosities around you.
You shook your head out. You had to shake off a venomous daze from a few spider bites also, but you joined the world, despite the people.
Young one, flecks of dust, and wisps of webs catch sunlight pretty well - the word “well” is a deep word, and wellness will be there, albeit some ways off. Remember, through honesty, the well carries long, long thoughts.
I, too, shake my head these days. My hair is spiderweb silver but you can now trust my arms to catch you from falling. Your forgiveness has meant everything to me.
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![How Highlander Survives These Days (Letter from his Wife in Description) [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/gjZZOu8AjUg/mqdefault.jpg "How Highlander Survives These Days (Letter from his Wife in Description) [For Honor]
The old man read the letter that his wife wrote on parchment using a fingernail and her own blood: My dear love, it is I who talks to birds, and I write this to you from a moving cage. Much has changed in our land since you’ve been away. People speak of Honor as something that is won or kept in battle rather than as truth gained in the loyalty towards all humankind. We were attacked by a large raiding tribe. I defended our village as long as I could. Both our sons fought bravely but they are gone to the other world.
The enemy cut off our water supply in the North, slaughtered or stole our cattle. Our village was in a state of disarray when they finally invaded. When we were under siege, that was when we were at our weakest, I saw the blacksmith’s son kill his own brother over a sliver of beef and some salt. A few of our craftsmen were recruited by the enemy and turned against their kinsmen. They betrayed us and informed the enemy of our weaknesses. After the attack they killed or sold those of us who were not of use to them.
As I was able to speak some of their language, I told them I was wife to a chieftain and offered myself as ransom and translator, to save as many lives as possible. I believe your youngest sister is still alive, and she is with child, but we do not know who the father is.
Days after the raid, they asked me your name. They were seated in our very own chairs in the old hall, and I spoke your name out loud, then there was brief silence, they argued amongst themselves. Nine days later a hundred or so men left to settle elsewhere. The rest ventured West, to settle or sail, and I was taken along with them. They do not understand their horses, and so they travel slowly, we have been traveling over 15 days, as I write this we have just crossed the Cold Mountains. I see no ocean to the west, the sky merely moves into the gray. I do not know how long I’ll live, but I will try to live as long as I can. Somehow I have kept my sense of honor. I remember life with you in the summer fields and the sunlight there on the blades of the leaves. You must remember those times to me if we see each other again.")
![I Trained To Be A Psychic (To Use Warden on Old Generation) [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/hM8JcWJzQH4/mqdefault.jpg "I Trained To Be A Psychic (To Use Warden on Old Generation) [For Honor]
Low Tier but a classic. Let us not allow the same for the Human Spirit. Im sure many of you have heard of Chat GPT by now. Let me share with you Merriam-Webster’s definitions of the words titling this video.
Psychic:
— of or relating to the psyche (mind and soul).
— immaterial, moral, or spiritual in origin or force.
— marked by mysterious sensitivity, perception, or understanding.
Warden:
— one having care or charge of something: guardian, keeper.
— an official in charge of the operation of a prison.
These 2 definitions are my poem to you all this time around. Whats your poem going to be in the comments? Dont write it for me, dont write for the deep-learning machine that absorbs it...write it for your soul that is capable of far more than mere imitation. Please leave crumbs behind for future generations, so they may find their way out, find their way into something better, or simply find their own way period.
If youre new here, this channel is largely inspired by the people who write in the comments. The writing prompt for the comments section is up to you.
PLEASE hit the notification bell after subbing – it helps us all (otherwise I wouldnt ask). As always, be kind, not only here and in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives.
Songs: Blue Skies (Sullivan); Little Liar (Goat Girl); Boogie Chillen (John Lee Hooker); iron Man (Black Sabbath, Boogie Chillen Mashup by Oma Gosh)
Poem: In Our Time (Muriel Rukeyser)
The Web (Watts)")
![Santa-Lander Vs. New Jormundgandr: Chill (literally Snowball) Vibes [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/i7WZ-JpUfII/mqdefault.jpg "Santa-Lander Vs. New Jormundgandr: Chill (literally Snowball) Vibes [For Honor]
I hope all of you — Good Fight Guardians as well as Toxic Grinches alike — all have a happy, safe holidays. The writing prompt is: I get peace of mind when...
Shoutout to Mege (among the Old Guard known as the greatest Warden of all time & also 1st Santa Lander). A few oldies that are still great of Meges:
https://youtu.be/s_f6iMmxVcQ?t=802
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xW1IpPKtnlo
If youre new here, this channel is largely inspired by the people who write in the comments. Check for a writing prompt at the end of the video or in the descriptions of videos. You can follow them or do your own thing creatively. Please leave poems/stories/real-life adventures of your own as well. I also highly encourage you to comment on and thumbs up other peoples poems/stories/journaling. I may pin or include your writing in a video.
Write only what you are comfortable with sharing, as at least a few thousand people will read what you write! I look forward to your comments.
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Songs in this video
Son of Yule by Jex Toth;
Nearer to Thee by Weyes Blood")
![Gimme a Second! (For Honor Emote Contest Idea) [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ii29K6CtmP8/mqdefault.jpg "Gimme a Second! (For Honor Emote Contest Idea) [For Honor]
The contest is open June 3rd - July 10th (link here): https://forhonor.ubisoft.com/game/en-us/news-community/152-350749-16/for-honor-community-emote-contest
Im relying on all of you to make this happen.
If youre new here, this channel is largely inspired by the people who write in the comments.
There are original stories and poems found in videos and descriptions on this channel - but you will also find talented, aspiring (and inspiring) writers in the comments sections here.
Write something for the prompt and I may pin your poem or story for a time for everyone to see. Write only what you are comfortable with sharing, as at least a few thousand people may read your work!
Hit the notification bell if you’d like to know when the next one arrives. As always, be kind, not only here and in your gaming, but especially out there, in all our shared lives.")
![O.G. Highlander Compilation (Story in Description) [For Honor]](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/inlh7V6Lhc8/mqdefault.jpg "O.G. Highlander Compilation (Story in Description) [For Honor]
A FIRE WITHIN After years of searching for his Love, the Old Man felt like it was not a search but rather exile. He no longer felt that seething flame when his fingers wrapped around the hilt of his Claymore. The metal weighed more somehow. He looked up to the sky. He wanted to see the peace in her eyes again, as one evening the moon shone bright in the water of a deep well, and he thought he saw her looking up at him. Somewhere, not that far off, sleek feathers of raven wings were bent and still in a tree. A chill went through the Old Man’s faded bones. A shot of lightning pierced the sardonic air.
Had the Banshee called upon one of his loved ones to carry them away, he wondered. If the night was telling him his wife was no more, he refused to give in.
In the cave he heard the drip drip of cold water sliding down the part of the cave that grows down into spikes. He could sense that the first snow of the season was upon him. He needed to warm himself. At first, he attempted to call upon the memories of his wife. It did not work. He could not see her face. But they had a bond that could not be broken, so he built a fire.
To build a fire is a ritual that we all must do at least once in our lives, he thought, but the Old Man had built many fires and none of them had warmed him the way the fire at home had, many many years ago. There are some feelings that fires offer that they may only offer once in a lifetime. The idea is to try and carry the feeling from that fire onto your next fire.
Then the Old Man went out hunting, but he needed to feel the creature calling him. He licked the tip of his finger, raised it up to the wind, felt the wind’s compass on his fingertip, pointing due North. The Old Man heard the wind whisper her name, but it could have been the trees. It didn’t matter — he set out in that direction. When he stepped forward, the fire dissipated behind him, and even the smoky incense from the fire followed him at first, wrapping around his body like a ghost shield, and then letting go of him, like a traveler’s blessing.
If you feel True North on your fingers, you must follow it, he said to himself. That is the direction of the Goddess of the Hunt, and either you will find what you are looking for, or else it will find you.
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PROMPT: For this video, write something that incorporates a memory and use at least 3 or more senses. Also, if there are clips you wished I included, go ahead and mention those in the comments as well.
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Music:
https://jamaeldean.bandcamp.com/album/ished-tree
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