1) Write something based on one or more of the prompts
2) Write something encouraging/kind/loving for someone else on DA
Minimum 3 lines poetry, maximum 100
Minimum 500 words prose, maximum 2000
That it is for My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink 's contest
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Mention the prompt(s) you used (if applicable)
Mention the person you wrote for (if applicable)
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UnforgivingDarkness everywhereUnforgiving by FavouriteNightmarex
Words we never wanted to say
And glimmering tears
There's a fire
Raging restless and unforgiving
Through a place
I once felt was safe
Ever swimming in a pool of guilt
These are the moments
I wish I was never born
Absence Often you don't even notice something until it is absent. Until theres an empty space,Absence by Strangely-Torn
A vacancy within you.
And suddenly you know it's gone.
Its like you don't feel it when someone tells you that they love you but the moment that they tell you that they don't every ounce of breath rushes from your body. You can feel in that leave of breath, every ounce of love that they gave you leaves too, until you are left feeling drained.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder. It makes the heart ache and ache and ache. Honestly you don't know how much you loved the person until you know how much it hurts your heart to have them gone.
Oh darling it hurts.
The emptiness is when you know it's gone.
The ache is when you know you're not getting whatever....whomev
I miss some chancesI took a pass on how risky love was,I miss some chances by willyamPax
and take the easy road
that was laid upon me...
Then I realize
i miss some chances
shape-up a future
that will always be uncertain...
Mother Comfort.It was, a rainy day. Well, threatening to become.Mother Comfort. by SpiritDuchess
Mother was challenging us? What with her dark scuttling clouds.
Her chilled embraces. A challenge? I think not.
A nod. Yes. A nod. As inevitable as light follows night follows light.
Mother was about her usual sweeping, washing, ho-ing and heaving.
It was, and not a thing more. But the future let it be known to us and
Mother was, as she put it, merely the key. We think it her, nonetheless.
So when the day be known, we were wrapped in our blankets.
Smiles and giggles from the heat we had become.
Mother now taught us to shine our own light through day. Through night.
SymmetryTip, fingers, extrudeSymmetry by SpiritDuchess
Toward moon source.
Beam, full of desire.
All, to gather
to ride the day.
It is not the waning of faith.
It is the waxing of life.
Fuller, ever full till flowing.
Newness and bustle,
Buzzine and native
seeming rich only when stopped
Waning, life yawn's
Faith waxing towards dusk.
Let the evening
Desire, full beamed.
Sourced Moon onward.
Tip fingers, extrude.
The Unknown HorrorTherein the door belies darkened pathThe Unknown Horror by SpiritDuchess
alluring hopes of light beyond.
From this cell sits
some swinging bulb seeking truth,
to swoon, the needle sworn draw me
as a coloring book in
and white. But well red.
The mist offers no hint of choice. Only
faith, I'm told, to find. Within
from heated tip.
I must decide the lair.
Chaos and HypocrisyChaos and Hypocrisy by ArikaRinkishika
Chaos and hypocrisy
I will no more stand by countries which do not make apologies for their faults and continue to make a bloody mess in this world! I do not want to hear anymore about democracy while dictatorship is appropriate while the same are being punished!
Mali, Tunisia, Egypt, which are Muslim countries, were struck by the same terror which struck France, but we continue to strike the mosques of France, we search like crazy while the indoctrination is made on the Web and while in spite of what is said in the news, the recruited of the terror are atheists, Jews, Catholics or ignorants of a single verse of the Koran...
We always offend the same, we see an enormous navy blue supremacist wave assisted of the right which erased its border with its extremes, but the left persists on its intervention, which, in the end, kills civilians already struck by the most indescribable horrors!
The world loves injustice, loves sermonizers of morality hidden behind their scre
Silence I’m lying bed, trying to sleep. I would normally be knocked out by now but it’s hot; my t-shirt sticks to my chest from the constant sweating. It doesn’t help that I’m shielding myself from the world by covering myself in a wool blanket as a way to block out meaningless noise constantly seeping into my room from our partying neighbors. It's routine for them to have guests over, I couldn't tell you if it's the same people routinely coming over but they're just as obnoxious nevertheless. It's a bit past midnight and I need to be up early to attend class.Silence by DylanSeto
Alas, as I'm on the verge of dozing off, I'm interrupted by a women's scream, "I don't want to hear any talk about death or suicide in this house; you got that? It’s not a nice topic."
It's my mom; with no context, I'm left to deduce everything on my own. I'm to only piece together that she was talking to my sister, who I'd imagine was in bed as w
Selfie EXT. STREET - DAYSelfie by DylanSeto
JOHN is walking down the street while listening to music.
He looks up to see two MEN having a fight.
He takes out his phone and starts filming the scene.
Fuck you, man. That's why your mom is
is in a fuckin' wheelchair.
Man #1 punches Man #2 in the f
MetamorphosisI have been blinded to the futureMetamorphosis by copper9lives
Yoked, as I am, to the past.
The boxes of mementos mori
Weigh me down with the taste of dust
The stale scent of incompletion.
The smiles I wore in those years
Were left breathless and blue
Stillborn epitaphs inked upon
The backs of photographs
And keepsakes no longer meaningful
To the guttering ghost I have become,
Haunting my own shuttered life
Hunting for refuge in dark corners
Today, November’s candles
Smoke in the waning sun
But I shall feed tomorrow’s Midwinter bonfire
With yesterday’s pain and paper
Today's fallen leaves
Glowing butterflies against the cold and darkness
To light my way onward.
InheritanceI caught a glimpse of you todayInheritance by copper9lives
The paper-dry lines of weary illness
That etch my eyes with gravity
Accuse me with your solitary mien
Your sense of righteous indignation
That finds justification
For every harm
I looked away
Took refuge in your artistic gifts
Autumn in the Man-Made WastelandAutumn in the Man-Made Wasteland by GrubbsWriting
A look over the hill was a gaze down to a canyon of black, in where I heard sounds ungodly. And there I said farewell to the bullets dodged with a shot of spit over the ledge. My back became turned to an abyss, but such as that chasm could hardly be closed by the peripheral visions of ignorant bliss, and now tectonic plates have shifted over my shoulder.
I faced east where a firing squad smiled at me, in some bizarre mirror whose glass still beheld sand over the face, and to the west lies the range of mountains haunted by nomadic ghouls. Within that place had been a land I should have known with good intention, yet my feet never did deliver me there in the time when ghouls were good souls of high regard.
And now I face loaded rifles in my rugged reflection, refracted by the fall of this boy that grows pale a midst the facts, suffocated by the figurative time machine stuck in reverse. There is nothing else for me in the direction I face; nothing more than a broader distance between myse
1 amI won’t ask forgiveness1 am by Invoking
I hoped you would forget about the things I said
I promise it was never you…
And I won’t see you fall when all you have to do
Is let me go and put these memories to rest
I don’t care at all, but the tears, they do
Where they fall is where I lose another piece of you
I know that the sinless
Don’t understand what it’s like to regret; I’m in over my head
I kept it all away from you…
Let me go; I’ve been failing you
These memories will fade away
And I’ll disappear too
I don’t care at all, but the scars, they do
I keep secrets better than promises to you
2014Being at work scared him anymore, as he never knew what state he would find his wife in; if she would even be alive when he got home. There had been times he had to go home on his lunch to check on her for his sanity's sake. He did not mind it, but it worried him so much.2014 by PennedinWhite
As he entered the apartment, he knew something was not right. His wife was no where to be seen, and he could hear the soft sounds of broken tears. When he found her, his heart crumbled. She was hidden in the back of the closet, unaware of his presence just outside of the door. He recognized her tears and her soft muffled cries. They were struggling together to help her; to help her see the light in life, but everyday was a new battle. He listened for several minutes, not really sure how to approach this situation. It was always the same underlying issue, but it presented itself in many different ways. He could feel the tears welling up in his own eyes as he listened to her pain, wishing he could just take it away. Slo
Forensic Anxiety FADE IN:Forensic Anxiety by DylanSeto
INT. SCHOOL (CLASSROOM) - DAY
The class is packed with 30 or so STUDENTS; JONATHAN (late
teens, thin) sits with his head on his desk.
The TEACHER (40s, sophisticated) is rambling about something
but you can't hear him over the chatter of students. He
doesn't seem to have any reaction to the chaos.
Students are throwing paper balls and air planes around the
classroom, even some hitting the teacher but he remains,
AnchorOnce upon a time a little girl was born.Anchor by NordicTwin
The little girl lived a safe life in a little town, in a wonderful house with a big garden and a happy family.
She was innocent, she was happy. She looked upon the world with curiosity and always asked many questions. Interested in all.
The world was beautiful, and she was happy. And she was quite certain, it would always be that way.
Her life was amazing - why shouldn't she be happy?
Once upon a time a little girl went to school.
She still lived in the same little town, in the same house with the same garden with her family.
She was still innocent and happy... yet, every now and then something would happen to ever so slightly put down that happiness.
The older kids bugged her a bit, the same did some of the other kids. She didn't understand why.
Yet, life was still good, and she easily brushed it off. She had no reason to not be happy.
Once upon time a little girl believed in the good of the world.
She knew evil existed, had seen it happen seve
Draw/Write Contest updated(115 points+more prizes)*** I have updated the prizes and offered another OC for the list.Draw/Write Contest updated(115 points+more prizes) by LuckyClover38
In the spirit of trying to get a new story under way (and I feel a bit bad requesting so many people to help me out with getting them under way) I am going to host a little draw my O.C contest.
Please comment or note me to let me know you wish to enter
You may enter as many times as you wish.
Prizes will be announced September 5th, entries close September 4th
OC's are humans
May be traditional or digital
No references, only a detailed description will be offered.
No poetry, story writing only please.
I will offer background for the characters, but there will be no prompt.
I will now place the OC info here as I have gotten enough interest in them:
Female-18 years old
Light reddish-brown hair just a bit past her shoulders and hazel eyes. Fairly pale and short. She is intelligent and reserved, but very sweet and dorky once you get to know her.
Dark, shaggy hair and
The Cruel EnforcerThe Cruel Enforcer by GrubbsWriting
Time is a cruel god to the reluctant masochist.
That god is one that would make the ancients blush,
with poetic justice and patient attention to detail.
Sadistic grace is what others would see, if not so
reluctant in the processes of alteration,
keeping the soul just shy of a death long wished for.
Come Hell or the highest Heaven, time is an agent
for all of progress in fate, and the enemy of hindrance
that shakes out the sweat of withdrawal.
Withdrawal from the chosen Hells that human hands have
made with the devil in ear, birthing a parasite upon
the glowing array of blessing and potential.
Though Hell comes for all, and all inadvertently take its hand,
only the blindfolded would never see the shackles
but only feel them at the source of origin.
Withdraw from Hades and walk unto Heaven,
I say to the strong and weary both, as in that place
of truest poetry, never will there be shackles.
Appreciation ProclamationHistory must always be preserved, no matter how hideous or beautiful. The problem with the world today is that history has been written and edited by the victors of our history. It is in absolutely no way shape or form acceptable to destroy any part of history, especially art. Without art, we would not have the wisdom behind the very foundation of what makes us human.Yet because this rule has not been followed to the letter in our past, our past is hereby convoluted beyond repair. Buckle up...Appreciation Proclamation by GrubbsWriting
Take for example all of the different translations of the Christian Bible (NIV, ESV, and so on.) Then you have the other forms of translation for each different language that it's been printed in. Then you have human history again, more often than not mucking up the process of Godliness that we are called upon for (The Church of Rome and England, the denominations, people such as the first American settlers etc) Then you have the many cultures that our faith has been spread and mixed in with
Decay Along the Beaten PathDecay Along the Beaten Path by GrubbsWriting
The time carries on, by and by
languid, lethargic, and seemingly lacking...
No rest for the working man,
has made my limbs weak and brittle.
No push lies against my back,
no pull of my feet along the given path.
Mr. Sandman, repay me my memory in full.
This lack of alleviation makes me to be some sort of fool.
A heart so torn as to my mind, many lacerations...
Though the scars are back home,
where left I, my soul.
Hindered, the mindless drone before you,
as I understand not even my own actions.
Be this change or some phase,
I wish it to end,
as I grow weary of this
over sized bump in the road.
Forever may it be my faith
allows me some peace...
For as of right now...
It is the "what if?" that keeps me moving...
Show MeShow MeShow Me by MagicalJoey
I cried my heart out to You,
But felt no response
Other than defeat and despair.
I’m a wrinkled prune inside,
My organs are hard, holey sponge
Dying for water,
And You’re the ‘man with the watering can’;
Water me with your love so I may feel it.
My heart feels called to be concrete,
Dead and sustaining no life,
Instead of soil that nourishes Your words of love.
I’m tired of being numbed down and walled away!
Show me, show me,
Show me what I must do,
Where I must go,
What medication I must take,
Or stop taking,
To fix this.
Be there for me.
Crack me open like a walnut
To extract the goodness from the hard shell.
Let Your love be the nutcracker,
The animal whisperer that soothes away the fear
And the nothing
And comes up with something new;
Good and new and whole.
I want to feel more than nothing
Tempered by despair, sorrow, fear and loathing.
I want to be Your child,
And bask in this love that
SymbiosisSymbiosisSymbiosis by MagicalJoey
It’s posting in a group
And knowing you’ll be heard,
Allowed to speak what’s on your heart
Through the keyboard or pen or camera lens.
It’s writing your heart out on sensitive topics,
Like religion or depression or other things kept close to the vest,
And knowing that you won’t be ostracised for it;
That you are indeed allowed to speak
Through whatever medium you choose to use.
It’s being able to create when you feel like creating,
But also being provided with prompts and contests
To help you along the way,
In case your muse fails to activate
And you are left stranded in a waterless oasis.
Community is getting comments at 1am
On that piece you posted at 12:59,
Comments that warm your heart
And make you glad you wrote today.
Community is you, and me, and Them,
Yes, Them, the big brass boys and girls too,
All acting together in symbiosis,
As we strive to better ourselves
And help other people on their journey
Raninis Sonnet CrownRainis Sonnet CrownRaninis Sonnet Crown by MagicalJoey
How often do I lie and think of you
While tears are falling softly from my eyes?
You turned my very marrow into glue
Right from the day we bid each other ‘bye’.
I’m a paper-plate lion without a mane
And you’re the one beneath my ‘bridge of sighs’.
I once was wild, but since you died I’ve tamed;
And all that I’ve done since you left is cry,
Forever full of tears and asking ‘why’.
Forever full of tears and asking ‘why
Did you have to leave?’ My baby boy
Who went so long without a name to cry.
I wonder now whether you bring God joy
As he looks after you in Heaven’s streets.
Do you play with angels? Have clouds as toys?
Do you look on as each new day I weep?
When tears start falling freely from my eyes
I realise I never said goodbye.
I realise I never said goodbye
To you, my son, and now it is too late
To do anything but sit here
FadingIt hurts to moveFading by DarlingAngel0565
It hurts to breathe
Looking at a cracked reflection
That is now me
Lost and drifting
A soul fades away
Like the morning mist
On the dock of a bay
Maybe it will be better
Once it is complete
No more pain
No more tears
No more me....
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