The AuthorWriters paint pictures that painters can't.The Author2 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
...So thank you to the author Thank you to the author for every written word,...So thank you to the author4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
For every single letter that fell from your silver sword.
I know this is the end, because the ink runs dry
I look down at the paper and I begin to cry
This is the end, the final chapter, I have to say goodbye.
The fantasy has ended; the world you built will die
In memory I will keep it, inside my heart of glass
Again and again I shall reread it, until more time will pass
So thank you to the author
... For every time I smiled
Tragic AuthorI’m looking forward to being a tragic authorTragic Author1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’ll sit on a cloud with no silver lining
And become the male equivalent of a spinster
With words as my spouse and books as my offspring
At least then it is I who will control the outcome
For the lives of my heroes and heroines
And since I’ll not be afforded a happy ending
The least I can do is to give one to them
The Lord said ‘no’ to my happily ever after
Perhaps to inspire my imagination
A hollowed out heart is an ideal home after all
For my mind’s perpetual inspiration
I’m looking forward to being a tragic author
I’m such a devoted, hopeless romantic
Devoted in the sense I should have been committed
And hopeless as I took our love for granted
I dare you to keep the anguish and torment coming
As it will serve to inspire my greatest work
Assuming my heart pumps love more efficiently than pain
And my mind can refrain from going berserk
Now I sit in frustration with my parchment paper
The ink o
Nightmare (KarkatxReader)"Kitkat..."Nightmare (KarkatxReader)10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Karkat straightened at the sound of you muttering from the doorway. His grey hands slowed their typing, but he grummbled to himself and looked over his shoulder, only to find you rubbing your eyes, your body hunched due to your grogginess. He sighed and snapped,"What is it, (Name)?"
You lowered your hands from your face. Resting a hand against the doorway to make sure you didn't fall due to your fatigue, you replied,"I... I had a nightmare."
The troll let out a groan as he turned his attention back to the computer. The keys clicked repeatedly, giving you the assumption that he was either attempting to hack or chatting to a friend of his. "It's what you get," he said irritably,"You're the one who chose to not sleep in a recuperacoon."
It was a couple of minutes filled with nothing but the clack clack clack of the keys. Karkat could tell you hadn't gone back to your room. You were just standing there, watching. Like you were waiting for something. He groaned again.
The AuthorI believe I'm hollow inside. My heart is trembling, overflowing. Why should I care about you and not them? Why do I care about them and not you?The Author2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I select my weapon; the tool that could be the end of you, bring your love, your life, your death with just a flicker of movement. But your life doesn't matter. Only theirs.
My pen swirls a fine line between wrong and right. The molten liquid core inscribes events, and as I watch a universe comes to life in my hand. An entire world oozes from my fingertips, populated with such beautiful people if only I cared to put them in it. Each syllable they utter is my music, their actions my choice. A man on an adventure, a girl in a forest, the witch in her castle, the cat who fell down the well; their fate is determined by me.
I lose myself in the magic of words and symbols, enchanted by the doings of insignificant creatures of imagination. Your world is dead to me and I have no rules, no thought nor matter. As long as the ink flows, the pen is in my
The Author and Alice.I swear that I try though even my best work is insufficient. No matter how bright and magical those thoughts are that dance around my brain, I am never fully capable to portray them to you. Not faithfully anyhow. I solely wish that I could, for these ideas of mine are so precious that they fill me with a pure sensation of happiness and glee. They dance around my mind with all their might. But for now, knowing that you love and appreciate the poor relocation of these living dreams is enough. I thank and love you for it, despite my incompetence and inability to fully comprehend what you find so great about whatever it is that I produce but just for you I enclose this:The Author and Alice.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Falling through the hole,
A sweet little girl is lost,
Gone to Wonderland.
Looking for freedom,
She is searching for herself,
With unlikely friends.
Questions are sparked,
Wondering through Wonderland,
Who's this little girl?
She's finding herself,
In the most unlikely place,
She has freed herself.
It's time to leave now,
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
An Author's NightmareAn Author's NightmareAn Author's Nightmare3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The inkwell has tipped and fallen;
Its black liquid seeps forward
To engulf the paper, the pen.
The desk is unable to hide
From the dark, soulless mess
And it creeps over the side.
Within it, millions of lives,
Alongside millions of loves,
All fade, none left to survive.
Characters die before they breathe,
and a melancholy ache screams forth,
for the creator has fallen on knees.
"No, no, this is impossibly untrue!
My life, my hope, my entire work?
All gone, not to leave me a few?"
His tears slip down a haggard face
And his shaking hands turn black
With such dark, despondent taste.
Ebony velvet continues on,
Engulfing all, leaving none.
OC Biography sheetBeginningsOC Biography sheet4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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The Avatar StateThe Avatar State:The Avatar State2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control
Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind
By pushing and pulling the words we may-
create a picture of what we wish to say
Painted upon a canvas of emotional lines
We create a sculpture of structured rhymes
Earth is uncomprising
Craggy on the whole, it resembles the concrete
Like the craggy mountains with peaks and valleys
It can take us down
A creative alley. For rock resembl
HOW TO WRITE YAOI.SO, YOU WANT TO WRITE TEH BEST YAOI EVARR??!11?HOW TO WRITE YAOI.5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
HOW TO WRITE A BL COMIC--ER, MANGA STORY BY DAIOH--SAKURA AT DEVIANTART.COM.
DESCRIPTION: Guide on how to write TEH BEST YAOI EVARR.
You love to see boys doing the nasty. You love to write about boys doing the nasty. Maybe you love to draw boys doing the nasty. HEY, U NOE WAT??! Maybe you should write a yaoi web comic.
All the cool kids are doing it. And if you do it right, you can become Teh Popularz. Because everyone likes to see men getting it on. And if they dont, theyre probably douche bags. You know that, and I know that.
All you need are a few basic guidelines, DESU~ I have used my Genius Typing Skillz to create a point system for writing your own BL story.
PART ONE: PLOT
Throw it away.
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The Murderess AuthorA murder she wrote,The Murderess Author2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of fallen plum blossoms and spilt apple juice,
Of scattered tea cake crumbs and whispered small talk.
She wrote the plan, the murder, the confession and trial,
On lace in vivid red wine.
Like a veil, death's calm draped its gossamer folds about her,
Her shroud complete, she was adorned as her fate's crown.
A single shot rang out.
It was the typewriters ding.