unspoken languageAs the Venetianunspoken language2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
simplicity of romance
wilts; we shift,
There are no nouns
for what we call
in minds auto-trained
to forget, we kiss -
caught between our lips.
As it happens
I am a coward, disguising
emotion with envoi's, and
between my tongue and
your lower lip
Never KnowThe words I'm trying to say just can't find a way out.Never Know2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
My heart has sealed them off from the world,
forcing them back down when they're dancing on my tongue.
Their pounding at my ribcage, crying to be let out.
And it hurts because I can hear them in my head
as they sing to me and scream at me.
I'm clawing at my chest in order to let them out,
but they flow crimson from my scarred wrists.
And though I've relieved myself from their torture today
they'll surely be back again tomorrow.
It's just one huge cycle.
And it starts when I see your face.
The words I want to say immediately come back,
beating in my heart
pounding at my ribcage
screaming in my head
It never ends
I can't talk to you though because I have a heart of fear.
And if I did ever try to utter a word to you,
my heart would dance so frantically
that they would just all tumble out of my mouth.
I would completely break and shatter before you.
And I can't do that...
Sing, Scream, WhisperTheir sex spoke of life's secrets.Sing, Scream, Whisper2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Stone AngelsHe had tigers blood.Stone Angels2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that called to me
like a siren's song,
while his demonic tongue
hissed 'S h i p w r e c k e d'.
We covered ourselves in ink,
danced along jailhouse walls
under street lights, the edges
of skylines, darkened alleyways
and the parking lots of churches.
We spoke in riddles gestures;
the quiet sweep of eyelashes;
cigarette smoke that lingered
long enough to shape heavens
within our irises while crows
rested on our shouldersperched
pecking, waiting for one to move.
As we were nothing more than
long-limb statues atop gravestones.
The Pick'N'Mix contest!It's finally here, ladies and gentlemen. After announcing it last week, we're officially releasing our latest contest today.The Pick'N'Mix contest!2 years ago in Personal More Like This
UPDATE: Once you're done, submit your entries to this Favourites gallery here http://thewrittenrevolution.deviantart.com/favourites/53144079 , or note us with a link to your submission and we'll do it for you! What you have to do is go to the folder we linked just now, click on "suggest a Favourite", then select the deviation from your gallery. Remember to include your dice numbers in your Artist's Comments!
Wooho, I know, right?
We already said in the blog linked above what this contest is about, but we'll do a quick revision for those of you who didn't do their homework. You know who you are.
The basic idea
This contest will have you write either prose or poetry following the guidelines that Lady Randomness w
and yeahwe broke ourselves on the edge of dawn,and yeah2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bottles and bottles and a small smoking pile of cigarette ash
you said sleep is for the weak
you said a lot of things are for the weak.
the girl in the boy's underwear told you were being selfish
and she told you to get a grip
maybe it was a bit mean,
but i think she had a point
Battleground HeartMy body is a battlegroundBattleground Heart2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I held a grenade in my mouth
while you tresspassed over enemy lines
holding prisoners in my chest
I pulled the pin in my ribs
and watched as my heart exploded
and gunfire over my lips
dancing on my tongue
If you had a grave
I would close my eyes to it
lay my head down
and wish again
that you didn't exist)
MonthsThe stars whisper softly, into theMonths2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ears of those who want to believe
'And if she leaves you, smile, for
It's just the bones she's made of'
They met, in a pet shop up front
He- bought nothing. She- fed the birds
And took them home. They flew away
Instantly, Leaving the boy to fall
The girl bittersweet,
Welcomed him in, humming, and
He kept her up all night when she
Said she loved the starlighted sky
Up on their rooftop she finally
Confessed; "Some would call me
caged, but I believe I'm free"
Only then he noticed, her fragile
bones were ment to fly; he let her go
Summer SmokeShimmer.Summer Smoke2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am, every
Tapping time on the
calendar like a waltz in
Winter light still glows
in her eyes, but
summer maker her
She is spinning in the
incense smoke and I
am wondering, living in
a gap between you and me.
She said I'd know an
angel if I saw one.
I would fall to my knees in
awe, fire and light,
some celestial warrior,
And I see it,
in the summer smoke,
Block"You haven't written anything worth reading in a while," my conscious says to me as I start scribbling in my journal. I look up from what seems like billions upon billions of meaningless paper that don't even start to work for me. "Writer's block?" I suggest so casually that I nearly gag on the way I sound.Block2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
My conscious laughs. It's a light tinkling, like a bell that only rings at Christmas time or a chime that's never had a good gust of wind before. "You've never outgrown it," she says to me, like she knows me. Except she does know me. She knows me so well that I can't even think of a retort clever enough to express how much I dislike her comment.
I look down at the crumpled piece of paper. "Maybe I should quit writing," I say softly, barely above a whisper. My conscious makes a mournful sound, "But you love writing!" I wish she were in front of me, but at the same time I don't. My tears would only make her bitter and withdraw into herself.
"However it doesn't love me anymore," I whis
women in scornwe bought a fire pit and put your bones in itwomen in scorn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(end to the days in which we wore
your limbs on our eyes,
on our hearts,
heavy with contempt)
and we burned you;
wrapped the wreaths around our heads
and undressed bare to dance
in exaltation of
(a king is dead tonight
and a queen
SeizedEvery stepSeized2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is a rending of roots:
green sap leaking
from locked knees,
stiff bark flaking
off twisted ankles,
brittle branches cracking
the bones in my feet.
WordsareDefining DefiningisLife LifeinWords How do you remember these moments? The ones that really seem to hit home. Mine are all black with colored outlines...WordsareDefining DefiningisLife LifeinWords2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Winding forward the night bends at the cracks. It reaches down through the air and places the ground at rest from its war with the sun. I feel peace when my feet are bare. I feel at home when the world is quiet and sleeping. There's something to be said for the world when it's so full of life, but it is here that I can build the life that I seek. It is here that the world draws dots across the sky for me to connect them all.
I don't smoke to look cool, or to die. I smoke because in that moment of exhale, I can see just exactly how my breath is an extension of myself into the world. I can see it, and it's beautiful.