Delayed RealityYour fantasy a realityDelayed Reality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it anything like you dreamed?
Does my heart beat the same?
Or is it faster? Stronger?
Was it as peaceful as you thought?
Did you feel the warmth?
Are you comfortable being held?
Please do me this favor…
Look back…look back on that moment
When you were enveloped in fantasy
Could you feel it in your heart?
That feeling, deep down, that you knew
Knew it wasn't really fantasy
But reality that had yet to occur.
I am the girl that's made of glassI am the girl that's made of glassI am the girl that's made of glass2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch me as I break
And all those glittering pieces,
A new girl it will make
A mosaic tiled reincarnation
Of who I used to be
But still merely fragments
Of a once solid me
So go ahead and break me
Watch me as I shatter
I will never be the same person
But when has that ever mattered?
And when has keeping me whole
Ever meant anything to you
You would just as soon break me
As you would grab the glue
You can't stick me back together
I wouldn't want you to try
Because I will break again anyway
The next time you make me cry.
Between You and I...Your love has been taken,Between You and I...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Left you all alone,
Lost and confused,
With no one to call your own.
You yearn for normality,
To feel whole and in sync,
With fear in your heart,
Of losing another so sweet.
Sorrow fills my heart for you,
As I know you deserve,
To continue your life,
I wish your heart to preserve.
Lost in my thoughts,
Out of ideas,
Having absolutely no clue,
How to settle your fears.
Though we may never meet,
I can honestly say,
The content you have brought me,
My hopes are to do you the same.
Traveling down a path unknown,
The question festers of what can conspire,
Between two people so honest and humble,
Does the possibility exist to light each others' fire?
Knowing your thoughts will be done in your time,
Time is precious, but sacrifice I'll do,
Why be so patient, you may wonder,
Because you are worth giving back to you.
I understand loss and love and sorrow,
These are emotions I've felt for so long,
Take my hand and maybe together,
We can find where you and I belong.
I am a womanI am not an object.I am a woman2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You cannot use me.
I was not made simply for your pleasure.
I am not a pretty picture to be used and thrown away.
I have a heart, feelings, dreams….
I have a purpose here.
I am a human being, a person like you.
And it hurts me when you treat me as less than human.
It hurts me when I become less than a whole,
And just the sum of my parts.
It hurts me when I become just something to please you.
It hurts me when you strip away my humanity,
Even if just with your eyes and mind.
You cannot stare at me in longing.
You cannot undress me with your eyes.
You cannot force me to kiss you.
You cannot grope me as you see fit.
You cannot take advantage of me.
You cannot have your way with me.
I am not to be dominated.
I am not to be violated.
When I say no, I do NOT mean yes.
When I te
DDs: An IntroductionOne of the best things about being a writer on deviantART is the opportunity to be featured in a Daily Deviation (DD). While most literature communities can only offer you an audience of other writers, deviantART can expose your work to an incredible range of artists - and even non-artists (and other assorted muggles). A DD is a golden ticket to the kind of exposure which is so hard for a struggling wordsmith to find.DDs: An Introduction3 years ago in Art Features More Like This
And yet, the systems behind DDs seem to be a mystery to a large part of the deviantART community. Our recent poll suggests that almost half of our voters don't understand what DDs are or how they work.
WritersInk is stepping in to help. Over the next few weeks, we'll be talking in more detail about some of the different aspects of DDs. We'll explain how suggestions are processed, how to suggest a piece, and what to look for when making a suggestion. We'll also pay a visit to Daily Literature Deviat
Patient - Part 1The locker banged closed and she winced, taking a shallow breath. Her head hurt worse today, a dull throbbing that reverberated in her skull like the ring of a pick striking stone in a vast cave. The roar of conversation in the hall around her didn't help matters either.Patient - Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She turned and made her way toward her next class as fast as she could to escape the deafening noise, holding her notebooks and textbooks clutched to her chest. Breathing a sigh of relief once the door closed behind her, she chose a seat in the far back, where she could listen but not be distracted and – more importantly – not have to speak.
Not that speaking wasn't a good thing in terms of grades… it was just that speaking meant eyes on her – it meant more stress and more effort. And she just didn't have the energy for it today.
She shook her head, trying to clear it of the uncharacteristic thoughts plaguing her mind, and realized she had made a mistake. With a soft, involuntary moan, she
Bilbo x Male!Reader - Tales of Past LoversBilbo Baggins + My Writing = Lost Love Story!Bilbo x Male!Reader - Tales of Past Lovers10 months ago in Romance More Like This
[M/n] - male name, [L/n] - last name, [Y/s] - your species
[H/l] - hair length, [H/c] - hair color, [E/c] - eye color
[F/g] - favorite gem
It was after the BoFA event. Everyone had lived, though some had very bad injuries, like Fílí losing his left arm. Kílí had convinced his dear uncle (more like annoyed him with the silent treatment) to forgive Bilbo. Bilbo had been ecstatic to hear that he had been forgiven. Though, he looked happy, Ori noticed a great sadness in Bilbo’s eyes at the word of ‘forgiven.‘ Ori didn’t want to pry, but he was worried about his dear friend.
The company was currently celebrating, and telling stories. Bilbo wasn’t sure how they got on the topic of past loves, but either way, he didn’t plan on getting into this conversation. His heart still mourned for his beloved. He cou
How do I get a DD (Daily Deviation)?How do I get a DD (Daily Deviation)?How do I get a DD (Daily Deviation)?3 years ago in Literature Features More Like This
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What are DDs, or Daily Deviations?
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It's About TimeThey've waited long enough for me.It's About Time2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Three in Five MinutesDream one was a bright white flashThree in Five Minutes3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
and sounds of things breaking
I opened my eyes and saw it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream two was my child yelling
"Where are you? Where are you?"
I opened my ears and heard it all.
Now I think that it was me.
Dream three was a sudden knocking
on the door in deepest dark.
I opened the door and saw nothing.
Now I think that it was me.
Screamed NoYou said no,Screamed No2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but he said yes.
How were you to know
what would happen next?
How could you know
that he'd push you down?
How could you know
you'd hit the ground?
How could you know
he'd rip off your shirt?
Tossed it away,
covered in dirt.
You didn't know
he'd have you pinned.
Because how could you know
that this would happen?
That your shirt would come off,
That your heart would falter
with the rhythm of his hips.
That you would scream no,
as he groaned yes.
~cerealnovels, six word storyFragile hope~cerealnovels, six word story2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
echoes of promise.
The Morning After a Bad Nightby LJThe Morning After a Bad Night2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The day's forecast: Heat, rain, heat. Muggy with a hint of drama.
Because she allowed no smoking in her apartment, they both sat on the porch to get their tobacco-fixes.
Yolanda flicked an ash toward the mud the complex's sprinklers caused.
"I can't stand it when they water in weather like this," she said.
Danny was slow to reply. He sat in the heat the indoor air conditioner directed outdoors.
It was uncomfortable, but he wanted to smoke and sat there anyway.
"Yeah," Danny said. "Yeah. It's a waste of water."
"No. It's just really dumb and inconvenient. We've got plenty of water here."
"So do we, further north. It's still a waste of water. Admit it, Yo Yo."
Yolanda ignored what Danny said.
"You done yet?" she said. "I can smoke two cigarettes while you fool with one."
"You're mainly smoking paper with that crap you use," Danny said. "With a zeppelin you get only tobacco and wouldn't be coughing up paper crap the way you do. It's ea
Guide to a beautiful LifeThere are moments in lifeGuide to a beautiful Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when we miss someone so much
That we want to pull them out of our dreams
And hug them.
Dream about whatever you want.
Be whatever you want to be,
Because you have only one life
And in this one life,
There is only one chance to do what we want.
Give it enough happiness to make you sweet.
Make it hard enough to make you stronger.
Give it enough sadness to make you human.
But don’t forget the hope that makes you happy.
The happiest people
Do not have the best things.
They just know how to make the best
Out of their choices in life.
And happiness is for those who cry.
For those who are hurt.
For those who always seek and try.
And for those who know the meaning of the ones in their lives.
Life might short,
but the feelings left by us
Will last a lifetime.
So don’t play with your life,
Because on any beautiful day we die.
Seven Sins' HomeI'm hollow insideSeven Sins' Home2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've been all broken out
Fought a war with the pride
In the seven sins house
As they're breaking me down
And they're making me scream
Just surrounded by hounds
And I struggle to breathe
Prayed for more from one seed
Than could ever have grown
Overtaken by greed
In the seven sins home
Now they're cracking my ribs
As they're holding me tight
In the hell where they live
In the dark of the night
Think of all that I had
And who took it away
I am getting so mad
Where the seven sins play
And they're pushing me down
As the floor pulls me in
The room fills with the sounds
Of their cries and their screams
Think of them hurting me
In the land I called home
Neon lit gluttony
In the seven sins throne
They all pull up their chairs
And stare into my eyes
They say all that is theirs
Can all also be mine
They all trusted me
They shouldn't have done
I was filled with envy
In the seven sins slum
Where they all tied me down
And they all kissed my lips
While I slowly drowned
In the seven
Group Rules and FAQRulesGroup Rules and FAQ4 years ago in Personal More Like This
Hi folks! We've updated our rules, as of 16 June 2014, because we've becoming increasingly concerned at potential plagiarism, maybe even theft, of image previews used in some literature submissions. We think this is important, so we're clarifying and tightening up the rules in this area. See below for details, or the bottom of the Journal for a justification for the changes.
Please bear in mind that this Journal is intended to be a reference point with clarifications and explanations or our rules - we don't expect everyone to read the whole thing!
At WritersInk, we're trying to make writing fun again. We're trying to encourage writers to discuss each other's work, to be free with feedback, and to help each other grow and feel good about our writing.
In order to keep the group fair and successful, we need to lay down a couple of ground rules. Nothing too draconian - just things that we think will ensure the group is a better place for everyone.
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I'm Glad You're AliveHello, stranger,I'm Glad You're Alive2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I may not know who you are,
But you are very special,
and if I could wish on a star
I would want you to know that
you are the only you,
no one is quite the same,
and this is true.
Life may get heavy,
and you may want to sleep,
but you are important to the world,
this close to your heart keep:
I am happy you are alive.
Don't let anyone make you think
that you don't matter,
even when you are on the brink.
Loneliness may eat at you,
and the darkness might win,
but you are stronger than you look,
you can again begin.
Depression might have won the battle,
but it didn't win the war.
You have an army behind you,
and it's you we're fighting for.
You are loved and you are needed
by your family of friends
who will help you persevere
until the very end.
If I could have just one thing,
it would only be this:
for everyone reading this to know
just how much they'd be missed
if they decided to leave this earth
and let the demons prevail.
Lean on us when you feel weak,
and we will hel
My Last 6 WordsDeath. It smells like old woman.My Last 6 Words2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Message in a BottleSend me a message in a bottle,Message in a Bottle2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Way across the seas.
With the scripture of a poet,
And words flowing with ease.
Send me a message in a bottle,
The words soft and sweet.
Rolling through the waves
And sand to my feet.
The glass will wipe clear
When I look in at beauty within,
A sigh of relief,
In every dwindling sin.
Send me a message in a bottle,
And Ill send you mine,
With beautiful markings,
And words intertwined.
The shore it will wait,
There for you to see.
A message in a bottle,
There it will be.