|One of my earlier poems that I'm proud of.|
A Call Can ChangeSadness can sometimes blind.A Call Can Change by angelichope
Sadness can sometimes hide.
There's a beautiful starry night
and a beautiful early morning sunrise
behind those cold and in pain eyes,
and I want to visit it one day and love it,
but for now let's enjoy the beauty of this world
down to every nook and cranny.
I especially want to see you get knocked down by
emerald blue ocean waves at the beach,
and see you shine like a diamond in the light.
SaturdayLoneliness,Saturday by angelichope
the "don't-want-to-die-alone" loneliness
that could make the strongest steel break,
and could make someone with a hundred blankets cold.
fear of the unknown,
despite how little sense it makes
to fear something that you don't even know about.
Fear of being free,
for not knowing what this mind can do
in an open field.
And fear that life is sadder
than whoever cries the raindrops.
I want to not be in an abyss,
but to glow like the moon,
whose pretty light seems
as if it were made out of smiles
as bright as Spring flowers,
out of the bud for the first time.
But I don't know if that can happen,
will happen, has already happened
or is happening right now as I write these words.
I hold the key to the locks I'm in;
I know that and don't like that,
but it remains as it is.
I try to contain a-black-as-a-crow darkness
that is aware of what it's doing,
and to some degree can stop, but doesn't;
as it's too busy flashing the pearly whites
of it's sinister smile in the mirror,
Sing 4 MeA beautiful day turns now into night,Sing 4 Me by angelichope
it's a hue of ravens as opposed to sunlight,
and though the morning brought much delight
I can sense my soul now taking flight
with wings I can't feel,
but they're all the same real.
And just like day and just like night
I can have darkness, but can also be bright.
The phenomenal moon rises the tides
as I try to get off the roller coaster ride
of all the universes in my mind.
Often it's scattered the path that I take,
not knowing the difference between real or fake.
For a wasteful dreamer such am I;
it is what it is don't ask me why,
but if you must, an answer I can give
that it's an unfair life and world in which we live,
for I never asked for the crying, just asked for the tissue;
I never asked for this drama to be my issue.
I cannot escape my dreams,
and you'll never hear my screams
that bring me to the ground
till hope comes around.
But to open my eyes to reality's face
would take me to an uncharted place.
I'd be scared to go,
but deep down I k
Literary Terminology GuideLit Basics WeekLiterary Terminology Guide by IrrevocableFate
This will be a straightforward article that lists some basic literary terms (in alphabetical order) that can be found in, well, literary works. You could use some of these terms to write a spectacular poem or prose piece about cake.
Before we get started, head on over to this other PE article that lists a BUNCH of Poetry Terms and Techniques.
An item of soft, sweet food made from a mixture of flour, shortening, eggs, sugar, and other ingredients, baked and often decorated. Also known as the first half of my otp.
A narrative that has multiple layers of meanings. Allegories are written in the form of fables, parables, poems, stories, and almost any other style or genre. The main purpose of an allegory is to tell a story that has characters, a setting, as well as other types of symbols, that have both literal and figurative meanings.
A reference to someth
PE: Literature Basics SettingsLiterature Basics WeekPE: Literature Basics Settings by SingingFlames
Along with characters and plot, setting is one of the most important choices we make when we write. In the most basic terms, setting is where your literary work takes place. It's up to you, as the author, to use it and mold it to fit the needs of your writing, make it more than just a backdrop to your prose or poetry.
A good setting becomes like a character itself. It can be express moods, offer comfort or hindrance. The setting can even be the main antagonist - consider the Overlook Hotel in Stephen King's The Shining, or the island in the 2000 Tom Hanks' film, Cast Away. In both of these examples, the protagonist(s) have to survive their surroundings, one mundane, the other ... less so.
Make Your Setting Work For You
Everything in your written work must be chosen for maximum effect. When deciding on your setting, decide what you want to accomplish with it. Here are some possibilities.
DeviantART Compliments #115ErictheLucarioDeviantART Compliments #115 by SimplySilent
Thanks so much for being a great friend and dealing with my horrible art XD and also making our conversations always interesting.
SilverTidalWave, although she has been inactive on DeviantART for a while, her writing is spectacular and exemplarily good, especially when you take into account her age. Her writing well exceeds that of those older than her, her first few stories on DA were published when she was 13 and they are just wonderful. I cannot give enough praise for SilverTidalWave's writing, and also, she is a wonderful visual artist as well as being pretty enough to be a model and she is, above all, a wonderful friend.
I think you're the most awesome person ever, Pie, and I wish I could talk to you more
Thanks for being my friend
You have been a great friend to me for as long as I've known you. Honestly, I'm really happy that we're friends. I can be myself around you,I can
HaloNothing she could ever doHalo by KalineReine
Could explain the unquelled darkness
That had wrapped itself around her,
Hanging over her head like a noose...
They try to convince her it's a halo,
Sawing off her horns with poisoned scythes,
Relentless agony the epitome of her untold odyssey...
Blinking, as the cold creeps in,
Settling around her like a blanket of filth...
Clutching her with iron claws
Designed to rake across exposed skin...
She closes her eyes against the headwinds,
For she is forever haunted by the gallows,
And all who hung there before her.
This blood-soaked nightmare never ends,
It just goes on and on, in an infinite cycle,
Sealing her into her tomb with finite wisdom.
We are made from the blood of decaying stars,
We cannot escape this grim battle
Of twisted life and tainted death...
Even if we wanted to.