we learned the religion of lovers leavingOne day I shall lay down and die –we learned the religion of lovers leaving by =Vigilo
so long, I must be going
.
The radio told us: how now shall we pray, and
what do footfalls sound like? No more telling,
no dear, once you have found it –
behold my longing, a shut in place,
my reason, a handful of moths,
your spine and you: radianceless world of floods.
But it was lost, in the shadow of a doubt.
A soft whisper in a quiet room – God is dead,
and you, still a child, waiting by the edge of a pond.
You’ve been gone finding, and it is as if alive
like dirt and intrinsic, you go unnamed.
I hope to see you, soon.
.
A woman is missing.
I did not save her from the
dialogue of the tidesI.dialogue of the tides by =Vigilo
the tumult,
water.
II.
mercurial steadfast
III.
in seashells, expanses.
IV.
ruthlessly, home.
V.
oceans underfoot – everywhere.
VI.
architect of thirst
VII.
softest,
oldest
endurance
VIII.
windblown light, steeped.
IX.
seabed:
eroded engines.
X.
savage – albatross –
XI.
crag of solace
XII.
looking glass– jungle.
XIII.
perpetually
unearthed.
restless
XIV.
rust, aglow
XV.
contrary,
sanctuary– ?
XVI.
beloved unkempt unknown
XVII.
no pearl: oyster?
XVIII.
artless deep
XIX.
whales, stones –
trembling.
XX.
seeking, you exist.
XXI.
renegade harbour
XXII.
persistence:
abandoned always
The Dream Song of AnonymousThis is based off The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot. It might help to read Eliot's poem first, if you haven't before.The Dream Song of Anonymous by =Vigilo
Shall I stay, then, alone,
When the dawn is straying from the sky
Like a child roaming the sea;
Dare I stay – amidst parades of kings,
The rising revolution
Of tranquil days in silk-spread beds
And colours of mayhem in blacks and reds:
Wind chimes that jingle without judgement
Without affront –
And follow the questioning wind, without answers –
Oh, do answer, "Why not?" and
Let me stay, and dream of a candle you lit.
On the beaches the men wander alone
Driven speechle
ScornHer restless heart cries, Love! I am here to be found,Scorn by =Vigilo
Everywhere - here - following voices of all in Greece,
Yet from her mouth, there is no sound.
A fair nymph's merry voice once rung from sky to ground,
Until the cerulean-eyed Queen gave it cruel release –
Her restless heart cries, Love! I am here to be found.
And vainly she, swift of wind, silent of voice, follows round
Her beloved, who scorns her with lips of cerise –
Yet from her mouth there is no sound.
The wind carries her silent lament, for he himself is bound
To one who wears his scornful azure eyes and vain fleece;
Her restless heart cries, Love! I am
Copperwater: with your face bent to a book. Your fingers have shingled around it, forming a steeple. Sometimes you find we turn into copperwater when we are not looking for it, our bones shiver down to water and russet, and a clamour of ripples travel on ourselves: are you unruffled underneath? Already, we are clumsy, for again, the ripples rush faraway to another set of bones, something rasps, and your bones creak in response, rattling with a sad firm sound. Our eyes are made of the deepest dreams that cause our eyelashes to sweep down. You find, you fear that there is a river in books, with sirens; there is a river goddess who shares her name with theCopperwater by =Vigilo
RiverdrumMany things have been handed to me over years:Riverdrum by =Vigilo
a drum full of water, once. I threw it away,
of course, but it returned, again, again,
until I took it under my arms
and called it mine.
My riverdrum is full of water that is full of light,
but it cannot scoop up a brook of stars.
I have two children. They have made
a game of watching the cows below that
walk towards me and never reach me. The first
one to spot the cow closest to me calls out 'Cowherd!'
I have a wife. I lose her like one loses grey hairs –
achingly, and with sadness. Perhaps these hairs
float over the river of oil and water that keeps us
away. Perhaps she l
I did not save her from the sea.The pond was small, the cattails fair;I did not save her from the sea. by *williamszm
The algae drew a shining veil
Across the waters waiting there
For her to come while wandering
And stare beyond the dreary pale
Expanse of fog and starry glare
Upon the pond within the dale
Where she had ventured, pondering
The many dreams she'd had of late
Of sandy-shores and broken shells
Upon a beach along a strait
And of the ocean shimmering—
She heard the wave's cathedral bells
Come crashing with a dreadful weight
'Till she, afraid of violent swells,
Could no more see the glimmering
Of pearly foam, nor shining seas
But only turbid tempest-doom;
No more the fragrant, salt-laced
II. Patty-CakeJack is back, but he doesn't say anything, which is no surprise really, and so very Jack of him. I pretend I'm frosting something, even though this cake already has more peach-colored roses on it than I have flower nails. I sure hope the Patels like sugar comas.II. Patty-Cake by ~orphicfiddler
He hauls a bag of onion bagels up to the register, and Maggie rings them up, but he stares at me the entire time with those die-for blue eyes, limbal rings black like an inverse corona. God, he's beautiful.
But a prick. Totally. Always was. I remember when I wrote a sonnet for him at fifteen, and he set fire to it on my front lawn and walked away, smearing mud and ash across the sid
perforatedthe night smells good.perforated by *antonfrost
it spreads out,
fills with windows playing quiet songs.
"i haven't been
anything,"
heaven says.
the city is like the moon,
hanging from a peach tree.
i sit in the dark grass.
i haven't said a word
in six days
& seven nights
i smell cedars & rain
all the time
& my patience has just now
defeated my yearning.
i sit & listen--
to my breathing
& the world's.
i've been myself
all along.
the night smells
so good.
How To Critique?And back here we are, my fellow deviants, to explain you all how giving critique works. Below is the blog entry I wrote for #theWrittenRevolution about giving critiques, in an attempt to clarify it all a bit.How To Critique? by =HtBlack
tWR's guide: How To Critique?
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We could say that this is even more difficult than asking for feedback.
You know why?
Critiquing is “self-less”. It’s “helping someone else without getting anything back”, apart from a thank-you or maybe, a critique in return. And this is why making a good critique is more difficult than writing a good feedback question… many, many persons will simply give a half-thought comment. Critiquing requires time (also coming up wit
How to write a summaryHow to write a summary by *Ceata88
NOTE!: This is a random tutorial that I wrote because of all the people I know that say they can't write a summary. I have left plenty of other info in the artist comments so go read that if you must, now! Oh, and I am looking for errors so tell me if you spot any, I need to change them, ktnxsbai!
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HEY! Have you always wanted to write a summary that was so good your readers read the summary more than your story? Well I hope not, then no one would be able to read the writing would they. But have no fear, although I may not be the most amazing writer ever I’m sure I can give you some basic tips on how to write a good
Quick Guide: Story OrganizingA Quick Guide to Organizing Your Fantasy/Sci-Fi NovelQuick Guide: Story Organizing by =pisatielnitsa
I'm going to try and briefly cover World Building specifically for Fantasy and Science Fiction (though it will apply in general to any setting), both major and minor Characters, and some basics of Timeline here. I am not going to walk you step by step through how to write your own story, but you should (hopefully) get some useful tips out of this.
I never used to organize my novels before I started writing. I have so many stories in my head, I would just pick one and start writing. I didn't have trouble keeping to the same details of a given character because I knew them so well. But afte
The Purpose-Driven Plot Pt. 1The Purpose-Driven Plot Pt. 1 by *jamberry-song
Part I - The Big Four: Exploring Plot Types
Before we start, it will be prudent to know what kind of plot you seek for your project. There are four main types that we will explore here:
- The character-driven plot.
- The event- or situation-driven plot.
- The world-driven plot.
- The concept- or theme-driven plot.
The character-driven plot is employed in stories that are propelled forward by the learning, changing character or characters. Harry Potter is an example of character-driven plot. I have one friend who is absolutely certain that this is the future of literature, because of the way we view and understand the human psyche.
The
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