the lament and lovely bones of a philosopheryou're hypnotic;the lament and lovely bones of a philosopher2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a trace of illusions
that rackets my brain
and leaves my skull
'til cracks form like dry sea foam
and the sound of god particles
ring in my ears...
But why should heaven be medicine?
Why should death be healed,
Why should my soul have wingtips
that soar towards the burning stars?
That was the fate of Icarus-
The fate of fallen angels,
The fate of the innocent
and the ambition of the cold-blooded-
It cannot be the fate of a ghost
lost in the fingertips
of a schizophrenic saint
splintered in the heart,
confused of the many-resplendent things
he has vowed to keep sacred.
But I was a non-believer
and the lament of an atheist
was never meant for a dreamer
to swallow whole,
bare hands cupped wrist-deep
to the earth and the beating
of radial veins asking
I am lost beneath the cremated earth
and not a single ghost
has beckoned to whisper
underneath the withered floor boards
of the abandoned church.
unspoken languageAs the Venetianunspoken language3 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 Know3 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 Angels3 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 Heart3 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)
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 stepSeized3 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.
silver stitchingwe broke each others'silver stitching3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without [like fevers]
knowing the cause. i could
have held you to my chest
like the sun
and told you it's okay - and it is -
but you blurred your outline with
tequila and anti-depressants.
i overdosed on guilt. i killed us,
i gave your heart
a pacifier to soothe its
A Dry CountryWith drunken care he drives through a dry county.A Dry Country3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So thirsty, to keep from cursing God -
He takes to chewing gum;
And swallows his own spit.
An alcoholic who only took one step -
He's admitted he has a problem;
But when he took that step -
He stalled and sat down again.
Another pull from the bottle
Another call from his mother.
Who was never really his mother -
But instead his sponsor.
She asked him once half joking
And all-the-way crying
Why he never listened.
He replied, that she was not his mother.
But, that was how he'd come to think of her.
With drunken care he drives;
Like it's a dry country.
Cursing God, chewing gum,
And thinking of her.
Of all the things that drive a man to drink.
Amber EffervescenceAmber Effervescence,Amber Effervescence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
seduction in the finest manner.
Golden joy flowing through my veins;
a love shot straight to my brain.
All comrades in pain relief know the simple truth,
the privilege of the world's largest cult.
Its chapels of worship on every corner abound,
and every way station and homespun hostel
pushes its gospel.
Relax, juice up...enjoy the cornbread.
The Five O'clock killer of life's woes
carry each liquid-jockeys in the race of our lives
where winning by a bottle-nose leaves no place to show.
And when we're finished, leg broken,
all that awaits is a bullet behind the ear.
But it goes down so smooth.
Velvet Noir, high class hooch: she'll take your pride.
No shame, only excuses as wet as the lie you pore yourself.
From easy silk beginnings, the warm times flow.
The world shrinks and time slows down, 'til excess takes the wheel
and you lose count of your violations, telling yourself it's not important.
Control can be taken back at any time.
Dime store depravity, slung straigh