wisdomwalking from creek bedwisdom by thetaoofchaos
to sacred spring meadow
i know less
save that which is always
nameless red sandstone.
We Failed..But Who Cares?Everything we built has collapsed..We Failed..But Who Cares? by audioscarz
We were everything..
We failed to last..
You broke my heart..
And you think I care..
Look in my chest..
There's nothing there..
If everything was perfect..
Why did you throw it away?
I thought we were forever...
Looks like you couldn't stay..
Take Me To A Place Where There's No LightMy dear, take me to a place where there's no light.Take Me To A Place Where There's No Light by thwackcrackers
To a place where the darkness will conceal your beauty.
To shroud you in majestic mystery.
My dear, take me to a place where the light won't hold sway.
Where each touch is cold as ice.
Where your words are a whisper's breath.
My dear, let us close the gates of light, for only then may our love truly burn bright.
The Bookcase Brought You To Your KneesI see your bookcase has brought you to your kneesThe Bookcase Brought You To Your Knees by Rifle1980
Because there was too much beauty on its shelves
The dust settled on the sleeves is the book's disease
Trying to hide the story it has to tell
It has grown thicker with every passing year
Shipwrecked words are now beginning to sink
Beneath a sea of silt silent suffering
Now you finally catch a glimpse of the link
Just because the book has remained unused
It does not mean its beauty will diminish
Just because you’ve been hiding in the shadow
It does not mean that your story has finished
You will crawl from the shadows to your feet
Like you’re slowly evolving to upright man
Homo erectus with a precision grip
You will grip this pen as tight as you can
And write about how you tend to overthink
And how your idle mind is still in repair
Knowing that overthinking is natural though
When the alternative is silent despair
You wonder if you can still reset your mind
To how it was when you were unread and young
Dust yourself down and cl
the lessonFollowing the last communiquethe lesson by thetaoofchaos
of any order
we'll not find a posteriori death
no grand apocalypse
carried off in bits by ants
or hurtling beside us
like dark matter twins
nestled in our bullet blue capsules
fighting us for singular dimension.
Under stones, behind the clouds
sleeping in fire, circling in bodies
we'll turn over nothing in nothing
that doesn't lead the way to these:
of my judas tree;
I would have you do thisHere.I would have you do this by thetaoofchaos
this is your prayer
your mantra, your news.
I leave it as I found it, papering in the streets.
as godless a truth as you will know
it’s still a ghost of a dream
smaller than theories of infinite resolution.
you will believe it because it has no industry
no acolytes or storefronts.
it’s not an embezzlement of fascination
or confabulation of missing histories.
you will not doubt its truth because your design is hollow
the space inside your car
the adventitious spine that vials through the weeds
the ice of march on adam’s needle
the ants, crickets, beetles under sandstone
waiting in a music box for the catalysts to wake
and split them out into the breen.
you will speak of your awareness
without knowing what inhabits it
like a colour that doesn't hum
or passing through a future forest
of apparitions in bald park meadows
While Driving in the Suburbs on Valentine's DayI’m sure of nothing, no one;While Driving in the Suburbs on Valentine's Day by thetaoofchaos
we’ll never be ourselves.
Our lone device is left to searching
through bins and vessels
on drives and circles
one by one, houses upon houses
secreting pills and thoughts and air
behind their stealthy doors and bellies.
I stab into each of their ugly little anthems.
What is mine?
What is mine.
Windows caught on Christmas trees
the pale hypnosis of television
bleeding through curtains drawn to a slit.
What dares to go on living in there?
Dawn comes drunk and begging
shrill and shameless, undiscerning
‘till the string breaks high above the plains
‘till it’s engorged on everything
the hairline crack in a potted blue sage
the lip of the gutters haunted by cats.
Houses are holding things close to their lungs
moistened in darkness, a glorious sadness
that no one's allowed. Left out! We're left out
of unholy communions, distensions of time.
I've only the rumors to cradle my demons
and only your face, sw
SchijtIn bathroom hoursSchijt by thetaoofchaos
I attempt to live, pretend
the fiery grackles with their lizard hearts
clinging like devils to the front yard oak
are never the worst that they have done;
they give as they have gotten.
The highpoint sun, my closet door,
the window sill, all brook together,
wide-eyed, murmuring amnesiacs
in the throes of an instant opera.
I dream of stony wisdom.
Oh, how I've burned
through her weeping silhouettes
a perpetual abrasion
on the softest parts of it.
I wonder, in whose image?
The concrete scarcely
covers up my industry
and hindsight is a ghost
who sours my endeavors.
But I will make it better.
pausedpaused by herebewonder
“Why did you stop the movie?”
Isaac had his finger on the pause button.
“I…this might sound crazy but…I feel like I know where this story is going and I know the character is going to make the wrong choice and I just feel like if I pause the movie, maybe he doesn’t have to get hurt. Maybe I can save him.”
Tony put his arm around Isaac and hugged him.
“It’s not crazy. I know how you feel. But think about this: if you feel this much for a character, that basically makes him real right? And in that case, you can’t control him. You have to let him make his own choices, even if you know they’re wrong. Otherwise, he’s not alive, is he?”
“You’re right. Let’s finish the movie. But be ready to comfort me in an hour when it all goes to hell.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” said Tony.
What Lives in the DarkHi! It's good to see you again tonight. It's really nice to have someone to talk to when I can't sleep. I'm always so lonely...What Lives in the Dark by T0asters
Yeah, I know you're here for me, but it's hard during the day, since I don't have any friends. You can't really come to school with me, so I spend all that time by myself...
Today Susie Parker threw her lunch at me. It was mashed potatoes with gravy... it got in my hair, it was hard to get out in the shower...
No please don't get angry, I really don't mind. It was just a little messy, it's not bad... if you confront her, she'll only get mad at me.
Promise you won't talk to her.
Thank you. You're my best friend, Fuzzles. I know mommy and daddy say you're not real, and nothing lives in my closet, but they couldn't be more wrong.
Do you want to sleep with me tonight?
Okay, well, I need to sleep, I have a multiplication test tommorow. Goodnight, Fuzzles! I love you.
Susie wasn't at school today... our test was canceled, and the teachers said t
Swift's Treasure AdventureSwift, the fifteen year old (going on sixteen) has a knack for adventures and treasure hunting. She is quick at the speed of light given to her name and is an expert with rapiers in battle. Her goal is to find the treasure and become rich. She also loves chili dogs which is her favorite food.Swift's Treasure Adventure by NovaHeroi
Today on a bright day for an adventure, Swift rummaged into her bag to look for the treasure map. She took it out and examined where the trail leads to the "X" mark on the map. She is determined to find it before anybody else does.
"Looks like that treasure has my name on it," Swift said. "Not even a mangy pirate can outsmart a girl like me."
Instead of walking, Swift decided to use her fast running speed and she ran so fast that the only thing you saw when she left was a cloud of dirt. She continued running very fast until she got to the ocean shores where a cavern lies around somewhere.
"Is it this spot here?" Swift checked her map again. "I hope this is the right one."
She then recognized she i
The Cat's PawThe Cat's Paw by modji-33
The Emperor gave them all new names that day.
"Names to endear," he said.
"All the Dragonborn knows of me, are my repeated attempts to capture him. The mistakes of my Generals. I will not win him to the Empire's cause if all he knows is the fist." He walked closer to her and opened his hand. "You are the antidote to that - you ten - are the exact opposite of my father's strategies." He gave a pointed look to one of his men before going on.
"Instead of a sword, you are my catspaw. You are my..." she was stunned as the Emperor leaned down and kissed her forehead, "Kiz."
He moved down the line of bounty-hunters. "Karres," he said, and stroked the Dunmer's greenskinned arm.
"Kurtsey," he bowed to the tall Altmer.
"Hugg." On and on, down the line, embracing and tickling and joking, and when he was done he ascended to his throne and looked down on them all with a smile.
She'd fought a sense of awe as she looked up at him that day, onyx-black fringe hanging in his eyes, a mouth full of straig
The Sorceress of Cardi-Ran 6Chapter 6: A Village DesertedThe Sorceress of Cardi-Ran 6 by uglygosling
Sir Fardo sensed something was amiss almost as soon as Atglen had. As both men continued looking up the hill toward Lonso the Knight-Justice thought both of Lord Thonmar's comment on the villagers' strong loyalty to the crown, and of his own personal experience visiting such villages in Endess County.
"Somebody should have noticed us by now, right?" he asked the squire.
"Absolutely. And not just one someone, but many someones" Atglen replied.
"And if they are at all like the people in some of the villages I have visited someone would have been riding out by now to welcome us" Fardo went on.
"Very true" Atglen now said before pausing to study the entrance to the village proper. After a few moments he turned to face Fardo.
"I don't see a single person at the gate, and the gate itself is closed. Normally a main gate is left open during daylight hours."
The knight nodded his head in agreement, then asked "Do you
The Devil Within (Loki/OC Chap.1) Flames danced through the air; the smoke smothering and choking everything in its path with a sickening greed as it lit up the night sky with an orange glow. Screams could still be heard far off in the distance, their echoes carrying the chill of the breeze with them. In this part of the village, everything was still and quiet besides the ever present flames of greed the attackers brought with them. It seemed nothing could quench the fire's hunger to destroy as it crept further and further along the homes and trees, devouring everything. A rustle disturbed the ever present silence as a young girl slowly limped through the wreckage, soot and tears staining her face and nightgown. Her ruby red hair hung limp down her back as she ventured through the destruction that used to be her home.The Devil Within (Loki/OC Chap.1) by Monotonous-Monotone
"Mother? Father?" she called into the empty night and angry flames, her voice hoarse from the smoke and screaming before. She knew her parents would want her to stay quiet, to stay hidden unt
ECHO OF SIGHT: Chapter TwelveWe drove to the shopping center across the street from where Donut Dispensary was and parked close to the main road. Each car whizzed by in a blur of garbled colors. I stared long and hard at the road, trying to focus on the sounds the cars made as they passed by..ECHO OF SIGHT: Chapter Twelve by jfrobbins
“What are we doing here, getting something to eat?” I asked, half amused at the thought. In actuality, I was pretty hungry.
“I told you we were going to do something fun today, right?” Alex answered.
“Yeah, but you never mentioned anything about a cross-walk.” I clutched at my cane and stared at the intersection.
“Are you scared?”
I wondered if she liked making me squirm sometimes.
“If you couldn’t see something clearly unless it were two feet in front of you, I bet you’d be scared, too. You’re not asking me to cross six lanes of traffic, are you?”
I heard the snap of Alex’s seatbelt and the scrape against plastic as it retracted. She huffed
The Persecuted - Chapter 13“Why don't you travel with Nora.”The Persecuted - Chapter 13 by Balaria
Adan gave Kal a surprised look. “Why?”
The bald man wiped some sweat from his forehead and leaned on his shovel. They'd dragged the bodies further away from the road and buried them. “I'm sure you have questions. She can answer them the best.”
Adan hoisted the chain mail on his shoulder. It fit him well enough that it'd be of use if another fight came their way. There were no insignias on it to mark it as inquisitor equipment so it was safe in that regard as well. They'd taken plenty of other things from the dead men as well. “If you think that's for the best.”
Kal nodded. “I think it would be.”
“All right.” They were done with the bodies so Adan started to head for the wagons.
He turned around.
“You did well today,” said Kal and pulled the shovel out of the ground before resting it on his shoulder.
Adan nodded and headed for the wagons. He put the c
Just Another NightJust Another NightJust Another Night by Mugiwara-no-Eli
A dark vapour filled the room. It swirled and twisted, rasping the backs of throats and clawing at eyes.
She stood watching. The words that rang in her ears lost themselves in the loud beat behind. The demons in the smoke leered and filled her ears, filling her mind.
She nodded, it was all she could do. The ringlets bounced on her ears, her cheeks. She ran; there was no time. The smoke swirled filling her eyes as she tripped over the discarded trash thrown carelessly behind the bar. She reached for the bottle.
He sat in the corner, his eyes closed in lazy ease. He filled his lungs from the glowing ember, allowing his breath to escape into the fog, clouding his vision. He didn’t mind. He enjoyed it.
His gaze flickered towards the bar, through the defensive blanket of smoke. Mira. Wasn’t she looking lovely. He pulled the smoke into his body again. Yes. She was stunning tonight.
Malibu. Rum. Sambuca. Absinthe. Words. Dangerous ones at that. Ru
LIF Snow Fall part 1LIF Snow FallLIF Snow Fall part 1 by Nbbren
[Mordecai, Rigby, and Thomas are eating breakfast. Benson walks into the room to get his coffee.]
Mordecai: Dude, now's your chance.
Thomas: I don't know.
Rigby: It's now your never.
Thomas: Alright, alright. Hey Benson.
[Benson is pouring himself coffee. He turns around when Thomas speaks his name.]
Thomas: Do you think... that maybe I can actually get payed?
Benson: Look Thomas, I'll be honest with you. [sits down in the same table as them] [Lie] You don't get payed until your third year.
Muscleman: [Walks into the room with High Five behind him] Hey bros, cold as hell out there.
[Benson looks out the window and see's it snowing.]
Benson: Huh, how did I not notice that? [Drinks his coffee]
Skips: Well, winter is finally here. Barely had time to prepare this year.
[Skips walks inside the kitchen. A noise is heard coming from the living room.]
Rigby: What was that?
[Mordecai sniffs the air.]
Mordecai: It's smells like someone's cooking in the living room.
Benson: We don't
Ode to Founder's LibraryOde To Founder's Library.Ode to Founder's Library by Mugiwara-no-Eli
You're domed roof collects our learned
thoughts as the cloche does a plant's moisture.
The silence you inspire drips down the walls
and makes the sounds of pages the flapping of
the great eagle, the tapped keys a powerful engine
the treading of floorboards a heard of exotic creatures.
Rectangular, a word that describes the whole.
Shelves dominate your walls, sometimes high, sometimes low.
The former, their innards lost, stare balefully down,
cursing the capture of the ladders which had once given them purpose,
now gone for the sake of Health and Safety.
They hate their replacements, looming between desks,
preventing distraction, the giant bodyguards of Sige,
silence incarnate, and servants to Minerva in all her wisdom.
As the sun's bright shadow passes through arched windows
still the desklights shine should the weather prove as fickle as
the contained nature of man in this scholars' womb.
Shall I pass through the heavy wooden amnion like a blinking infant
Don't be so judgmental....You taunt and you tease,Don't be so judgmental.... by Jokerman03
You judge me with ease.
I'm stereotyped and placed,
All judged on my face.
The color and ink on my skin,
Slowly drawing you in.
You don't know me, you don't know my life.
You and your assumptions are causing me strife.
It's my choice to stick a piece of metal in my flesh,
I like it, I'm not going to second guess.
This is my life,
My tale to be told.
And I'm gonna tell the way it is until
I grow grey and old.
BlameBlame,Blame by DarkriseDivine
'It's your fault that I am upset!' You annoyed me so much!' You made me cry!'
You know what, you don't force people to feel this way, you don't choose their emotions for them or literally make them feel that emotion. That is how they choose to respond. They choose to feel that emotion, not you. The amount of times when I used to be in situations when someone said to me 'you're p****** me off' or 'you're getting me really annoyed' when actually I had done nothing wrong, I was just being myself. When in that situation there is no way I would choose that emotion to feel if it were me. I mean I am not saying that you can do something horrible and blame them being upset on them but if people are getting upset for something that was a complete or innocent accident or for something that they don't need to feel like that then know that it is not always you're fault.
Heart of a Lion (Original Song)Heart of a Lion (Original)Heart of a Lion (Original Song) by Kasai01
I was heading home and saw Toadstool at my house. "Toadstool?" I asked, "Hey." "Hi you," she said. "Your little friend came over to play," said my mom. "I knew you would be a little busy to come to my house so I decided to come to yours," said Toadstool. She gave me a hug. She noticed blood on my face. "What happened?" she asked. "My uncle threw me in the car and drove me back here," I said. She put a bandage on my head. "You're a sweet boy," said Toadstool, "Why would he treat you like this?" "Cause he's a jerk," I said, "He always makes me work and I never get to play or do what I want until its 100% perfect. That's why you see blood in some spots." "Well he clearly doesn't see the potential you have," said Toadstool as she hugged me, "But I do."
Toadstool: I know the world has its ups and downs
Long story short life just stinks
Sometimes the world can reject your god given gift
But that shouldn't have to mean a thing
I think you've got what it takes
What is my PathWhat is my path (Original Song)What is my Path by Kasai01
"Absolutely not!" said Uncle Johnson, "No nephew of mine is going to be a musician!" "But its what I wanna do," I said. "There is no hard work in music!" said Johnson, "You need to work hard in order to get money." "This is my life!" I said. "Don't make me hit you!" said Johnson, "Now get up to your room." I went upstairs. "Johnson what is the matter with you?!" asked my mom. "Do not baby him when I'm talking to him," said Johnson, "He needs to learn." “Well he can’t learn like that,” said my mom. “You show me no respect Liana,” said Johnson, “None!” I was looking up to the sky thinking about my friends. “I can’t believe I’m stuck here when I know my friends need me,” I said.
Nicholas: Why am I here, stuck in this town
I should be out there fighting for what’s right
But here I am, trapped in this place
Wondering if I’ll ever get this chance again
What is my path?
This place isn
Wolf Children Review (Minor Spoilers)This review is based on an essay I wrote for my English 201 class during the Winter Quarter at community college. For this essay in particular, we had to write a critical review about some type of medium (Book, movie, restaurant, play, etc.). We had to write a clear opinion and support it with evidence from the experience. I actually requested this assignment to my professor and she happily accepted it.Wolf Children Review (Minor Spoilers) by nerdsman567
I really enjoyed writing this paper! It was a lot of fun to go back to this movie and analyze why I loved it so much. Now that my English course has officially ended and I prepare myself for Spring quarter, I figured no harm would come in sharing my review for the rest of the world to see.
The following review is the final draft I submitted for my English 201 course. My professor told me it was a very strong essay and it was a pleasure for her to read. I hope so for you, too!
Godzilla (2014) Review (Minor Spoilers) [REPOST]This is a repost of a review I wrote back in August of 2014. A few months after I posted it, I took it down because I wasn’t happy with it and I had left out some information I didn’t address in the initial review. The following review is my refurbished version; my “Extended Cut” if you will. Now that’s it’s been nearly a year since the film’s initial release, I’ve had plenty of time to properly plan things out. Now I’m ready to recollect my experience in its entirety.Godzilla (2014) Review (Minor Spoilers) [REPOST] by nerdsman567
As a kid in the mid 90’s and early 2000’s, there wasn’t any other character that I loved more than Godzilla. Godzilla was freaking awesome! The idea of a giant, fire-breathing lizard monster destroying buildings, wreaking havoc, and fighting other giant monsters really captured my imagination. I used to take my Godzilla action figure and have him trample over my army figures and Hot Wheels cars. Actually, the earl
Man about Man... Discourse 1Man 2: I've heard it said, we must accept one another for who we are.Man about Man... Discourse 1 by Brain-Dancer
Man 1: Tell me please, who is this 'we' you so dearly speak of?
Man 2: Why, the universal we, of course. We being all of mankind.
Man 1: It is obvious that all of mankind does not hold to this noble notion of which you speak. In fact most of mankind rejects this by their very action.
Man 2: Pray tell, what makes you think so?
Man 1: Just look around you. Most people don't accept themselves for who they are. An entire industry called Advertising banks on this every year. Peer pressure from the school yard to the office is alive and well. We,the universal we, for the most part look to fit in with those around us. Gangs wear the same colors and types of clothing, businesses have labeled this culture. From country clubs to churches, we try to find our place, apart from those that would make us feel uncomfortable.
Man 2: Yes, I understand that... but once we do, then
Pretty Mermaids: SonataxAria Ch.3 (Final)Pretty Mermaids: SonataxAria Ch.3 (Final) by MagnificentSparkz
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I can't resist her... She's just so beautiful, her presence drives me crazy, She's the bee to my flower.
Rather than paying attention to the teacher's lecture on Trigonometry, Aria's mind was elsewhere, the purple girl was taking the opportunity to daydream at a certain roommate, who was in a different class.
She even has that dizzy face during class lectures, looking like she was about to fall asleep, regardless of her teacher's comments to stay awake, at this moment, Aria had an idea. She took out the phone in her pocket and began texting her special someone.
Sonata was in her class, taking notes and listening to her teacher intently, she was sitting at the back of the class so no one c
Crazy Hearts: Sundagio StoryCrazy Hearts: Sundagio Story by MagnificentSparkz
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"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Adagio said very upset.
"I know I can't believe it, why would she just let me go out with him without even knowing his personality?!" Sunset said visibly mad.
Sunset took a sharp breath in, unable to speak about the events that happened in the Canterlot mall today.
Sunset left the store very pleased that she bought a pair of orange shoes to match her orange shirt, she continued walking out of the mall when a pair a hand tapped her shoulder lightly, it was Flash Sentry who had a cocky grin on his face.
"Hey Babe..." Flash said walking around her.
"I'm not you're babe, don't ever call me that EVER!" Sunset said glaring at him, the blue haired teenager just laughs to what she said.
"I still love you, you do know that right?" Flash sentry tried to hold on to her
Adagio Babysits: AriaxSonata, Christmas Special.Adagio Babysits: AriaxSonata, Christmas Special. by MagnificentSparkz
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Aria and Sonata were driving to Adagio's house for her to babysit Cynthia their daughter. They were going to celebrate their one year anniversary of when they first dated, they were going to a fancy restaurant in the upstate part of Canterlot. Cynthia was in the back of their car, taking a nap, Sonata was also in the back of the car making sure nothing happens to her. She was very overprotective of Cynthia, making sure that she was pampered all the time.
"A-are you sure Adagio is free tonight, she usually has something to do on Friday's. Sonata asked.
"I'm sure, she promised that she'd be able to stay at home and take care Cynthia."
"Well, okay, if she promised." Sonata said, Adag
Lukewarm WineKnife vertical thrust between the temples.Lukewarm Wine by BackShelfSouvenir
Spoon dose twice a day ‘til the headache subsides, forget the forks.
Lukewarm wine; molding shape the bread.
Rooms in this home scatter like a lost pup circling the fire hydrant
while flames engulf the dollhouse mansion.
Went from running with a pack of wolves to cat napping without them.
*Ring ring* *Ring ring* *ring-*
I pick up the phone with a grown-up approach,
“Hi mom, I pulled a woman outta a hat and sawed her in half.”
She said, “That’s good, you’re always in my prayers.”
I said, “No, I’m always in the streets and now I’m on the run.”
She said, “I’ll talk with you next Sunday, I love ya, son.”
Boiling water and drops of blood dissolve………eventually.
(I wonder if I’ll float)
I’ll drown with a life jacket strapped on me.
(But I’m an angel, I swear to God)
I’ll fall with these wax wings attached to me.
Well, any ange
BibLITotheque 4: Stage Cues BibLITothèque 4: Stage CuesBibLITotheque 4: Stage Cues by akrasiel
Welcome to the fourth issue of BibLITothèque: the Writer's Library, in which we cover… *drumroll* live theatre and how it can improve your narrative prose!
Have you ever seen a live stage play? Whether you're a devoted fan, a thespian yourself, or you've never had the time or inclination to see a live performance, there's a lot to learn from theatre. When you're writing a story, you're the playwright, the director, the actors, and the crew. That's a big task! Let's take a look at some methods used in theatre to create engaging characters and scenes.
Before you start writing, you have to know who your characters are: how they act, how they move, their outlook on life, what they want. One very memorable thing I learn
BibLITotheque 3: Scene ChartingBibLITothèque 3: Scene ChartingBibLITotheque 3: Scene Charting by akrasiel
One-third of the way into NaNoWriMo! By this point you're probably thinking 'omg I wish I'd done more planning and given this monstrosity more structure,' right? Yeah, I'm with you. So let's talk about plotting your novel with scene charting.
Scene charting is exactly what it sounds like: building a chart that summarizes every single scene of your novel. You may have seen JK Rowling's chart for chapters 13-24 of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which doesn't list individual scenes but serves the same purpose. It's a good way to keep everything organized and review your story in a concise, manageable way.
What's in a scene?
A scene is a piece of the story where something changes. That's it. You probably need a location for logistical purposes, but you don't even need character
BibLITotheque 2: Fiction DictionBibLITothèque 2: Fiction DictionBibLITotheque 2: Fiction Diction by akrasiel
Welcome to the second issue of BibLITothèque: the Writer's Library!
This issue is going to sound oddly specific, but it's important for prose fiction (and narrative poetry!) I'm going to show you how to make appropriate word choices based on the setting and context of your story. First, take a moment to think about two elements of your work.
Setting: When and where does it take place? Do you want a certain feel to your setting? For example, Supernatural is a contemporary Western, while Firefly is a space Western. Both are very different from spaghetti Westerns with traditional cowboys.
Narrator: This might be your main character, a minor character observing the action, or an uninvolved character telling a story. These people all have their own voice, and word choice is critical in building a distinct, consistent narrative voice.
Got that i
BibLITotheque 1: Overcoming AngstDr Poetlove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the AngstBibLITotheque 1: Overcoming Angst by akrasiel
Welcome to the first issue of BibLITothèque: the Writer's Library! This is completely by accident, but I'm posting this on World Suicide Prevention Day. If you're struggling with depression or any other mental or emotional issues, please reach out to someone for help, and check out BurdenedHearts for support.
Nearly every poet I know went through an angsty poetry phase, myself included. (I'd give you proof, but I threw most of it out. ) Given how many people start writing in their teenage years, that's not surprising, nor is it bad. But whether you're new to poetry or you feel stuck in a muddy rut of sad words, you can jumpstart the process of overcoming this phase!
First, this is important: your feelings are not wrong. Poetry is therapeutic for many people and if writing makes you feel better, do it. Absolutely do it. Adolescence and young ad
Poem- untitled for nowStricken with the guilt and shame,Poem- untitled for now by SilentRainxvii
nothing like remorse to blame.
Tired of bleeding,
yearning the needing,
nothing heard and nothing spoken.
Nothing, my cold bones were broken.
Twice my havened soul was shattered,
shattered like it never mattered.
Take me once, throw me twice.
I’m no fool to mind’s advice.
Trifled and begotten, not.
Torn and tattered, dropped to rot.
What can save a tortured mindset
from its raving, blistering lock?
What can dispel once forever
something which I cannot talk?
If once spoken, throw me thrice.
Left to believe that one would listen,
lone to know that word’s what’s missing.
For no one knows.
No one sees.
No one goes
to hear my pleas.
Drop me here.
Leave me be.
By and within
World FusionIn a very old city,World Fusion by LadyLouve
Made of dusk and dust,
Lived a man, kind and bitty,
That played a violin with disgust:
Iii, Iii, Iii, Iii
"Everyone plays a violin
And I am so upset
I am so very tired!
Something new must I set!"
Brrr Ooom Brrr Ooom
He found a plane
He got a ride
And so the bitty man said
"New music I'm goin' to find!"
Brrr Ooom Brrr Ooom
He got to a new land,
Made of sun and gold
And there within the sand
He heard a different sound
"Boom Da Boom Da Boom"
"Who is there, making that noise?
Sounds like elephants passing by!
Please come with me, please enjoy
As we travel, as we fly!"
Iii Boom Da Boom Iii
They played together,
To a new land
Brrr Ooom Brrr Ooom
Suddenly they heard
A terrifying sound!
From the depths of Earth
Came a powerful howl!
"What may this be?
It's so natural, so strong
We certainly agree
To invite the player to join our song!"
Iii Boom Da Boom Wooooh Da Boom
And so this new player,
Surprised but happy,
Joined the travelers
HopeHere is a world that vexes us soHope by SAASANTMTHEE
It's cold and it's lonely and refuses to grow
And as darkness hangs over there's just one thing to know
And that's hope
Here is a people that now looks away
So introverted are they that the living could not stay
They're all so divided and despised for what they say
And it's saddening to know that this is the world today
But just that one thing is all it takes to keep anguish at bay
And that's hope
Here is a community with closed eyes
That has become so blinded that it can just despise
All that vehemence is directed unto the social ties
Despite how many just want to lift the veil from the lies
Or wipe away the blanket that has covered us our entire lives
Clean the slate of an oppression that's taken us by surprise
There's nothing surprising those who've lost their gaze
For in this short time, counted not in years but in a daze
So many choose to live for themselves outside the rotting haze
But realise that this is just the first to lead the phase
Milling Golden RiceGolden rice could save a million lives in third world countries,Milling Golden Rice by badspoon
But we aren't sure if GM crops are ethical
We know the AIDS virus kills people without discrimination,
But we allow a Church leader to say condoms are sinful
We watch on the news as people die in natural disasters
Then turn off the news, it's depressing.
This piece does not contain a poetic sense of right and wrong
Today I asked my father 'What is the worst thing you've ever seen?'
to which he replied 'Women being raped while being fed into saw mills in Bosnia'
and that, dear poets and dear judges, is why we need world fusion,
to mill golden rice.
FireWe are stuck in a dark hole.Fire by Strong-suit
It is deep
it is filled with loneliness
it is empty.
This is our brain without inspiration.
But when an idea is pondered upon,
it is like striking a match to dry wood;
everything becomes en-flamed with its furious being.
It consumes, it swallows a mind whole,
but we like it.
Although sometimes we become hurt by its power,
we are given the power to spread its light to others.
This idea has the fighting strength to crush an empire,
the will to destroy a man
the audacity to seduce a lover
the knowledge to teach others
and the power to inspire
and spread this flame to others.
We, we the scribes and
the writers and
the journalists and
the poets have the power to control these flames
to record them
and manipulate them into
a manuscript that is praised throughout the centuries,
a letter that fuses world powers together
a poem that makes two into one
and a telegram that causes unrest.
We bring many together for a common cause,
and can tear them apa
I Alepou Ki O Thoukas Η Αλεπού Κι Ο ΔούκαςI Alepou Ki O Thoukas by DraganTheMighty
Νεράιδα και μια όμορφη
στο δάσος συζητούνε,
Κρυφά κάπου σταθήκανε,
την κόρη κυνηγούνε.
Φωνές ακούστηκαν μετά,
εκείνοι που τη ψάχνουν,
Μα δεν τη βρίσκουν πουθενά,
KapoteKapote by DraganTheMighty
Είχα ένα όνειρο μικρό,
Είχα ένα όνειρο μικρό,
Σαν των παιδιών το μυστικό.
Τα όνειρά μου, πια τελειώσαν,
τό 'ζησα το μυστικό,
Μια στιγμή τα 'στέρια δώσαν,
Κι Από Τότε΄ Δ
San EnaSan Ena by DraganTheMighty
Ενωμένοι, Σαν Ένα
Μπορούμε κι οι δυο να γίνουμε αγγέλοι,
Σαν Ένα θα έχουμε δυο φτερά,
Εσύ και Εγώ Σαν Ένα΄
Αγκάλιασέ με να πετάξουμε.
Se te voltar a encontrarQuando entrei no cubo, tudo foi acidental. Passeava na floresta. Um passo em falso, estava no cubo. Suas arestas brilhantes, azuladas, tudo o resto escuridão. E a viagem. Depois, abriu-se uma porta. Um dos lados do cubo, o que estava à minha direita, desvaneceu-se. Do lado de lá, estava a floresta. Mas não era a mesma.Se te voltar a encontrar by LadyLouve
Quando saí, reparei que as folhas das árvores tinham formas diferentes. Não eram polígonos geométricos, mas também não eram iguais às folhas que eu conhecia. Mas não tinha outra opção se não caminhar. Atrás de mim, o cubo desaparecera.
Também eram diferentes os pássaros e os animais terrestres que via de quando em quando. Não eram estruturas biológicas alternativas, com mais patas ou menos olhos, mas também não eram iguais aos animais que eu conhecia. Mas foi só quando vi a primeira pessoa que compreendi que tinha viajado para outra dimensão, para
Dear Future Lover IIDear Future Lover,Dear Future Lover II by MysticFay
You will see the sun in me when no else can
And feel warmth in my laughter, the heat of us together
You might want me to kiss you and forget, don’t worry
(I’m good at that)
Breathe into my lips, I’ll exhale your escape
But if you find, you want to know me more
That you want to waste your precious time
Being less a lover and more a friend
I won’t know what to say, I won’t know what to do
If you look too closely, you will see the fear in my eyes
And hear the dull thud of my heart
And my shrill intake of breath
If you reach out and touch me unguarded
You’ll cut yourself on my jagged edges
I could hurt you, then bathe you in anxious tears
You will see the ugliest parts of me expressed by the scars on my skin
And the worry lines around my sleepless eyes
And how my teeth have clenched themselves to bits
You could be carried away in my rolling seas
For the sun you saw in m
.:kiss it all better:.Oh my child, do not cry..:kiss it all better:. by theolivethief14
I'll sing you a lullaby.
The Band-Aid has been applied,
and cuts are not forever.
Though it hurts a lot right now,
It soon will fade; I'll tell you how.
Bad things in life are so small,
While the good outnumber all.
Oh my child, do not weep.
I'll wipe away the tears that creep.
I'll hold you safe here as you sob;
The pain will soon be gone.
I tell you this because I know
After the rain is a rainbow.
Sunsets hide behind the clouds,
But they peek out from the dark shrouds.
Oh my child, do not cry.
I'll sing you a lullaby.
The Band-Aid has been applied,
and cuts are not forever.
Beauty will always win,
Even if you scrape your shin.
Tomorrow will always come,
It's a new day; don't be so glum.
Oh my child, do not weep.
I'll wipe away the tears that creep.
I'll hold you safe here as you sob;
The pain will soon be gone.
There is always room to hope,
Under a spreading chestnut treeAcross the ages of history, I loved you and you loved me,Under a spreading chestnut tree by letmechooseaname
Through pain and agony, we endured and became free,
Seasons passed and suddenly, my sad life turned into a melody,
Peace never lasts in history, my cup was full but now it's empty,
After many casualties, everything fell in misery,
You didn't see the best in me, you stole my heart and destroyed me...
"Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you sold me"
The painter of sun-crossed womenThe painter of sun-crossed womenThe painter of sun-crossed women by Rafarocs
was finally brought home yesterday.
He was like the moonlight,
with his long gray hair
with his silver beard of dust and soot.
He was never loved as a person
only as moonlight,
only as solitude.
And he worshipped no one,
though he often spoke of love
within his paintings.
It was raining
at the hour of his last farewell.
He exhaled his stamp of cancer in the canvas,
and his watercolor puddles dimmed
The painter of sun-crossed women
finished his last sketch in desperation
and he left his paintings
to whoever had the walls
to hold them up.
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