|Poetry from yours truly|
SheShe - the dreams that once told me of...She by shehrozeameen
Could she have been what I sought?
As evanescent as the stars in the night sky
As crystalline as winter snow pouring lightly
Like the dreams that told me of her
Like my nightmares where she saved me.
Was I truly alone? Did I atone
For these lullabies and reveries
Dreams as I watch her fly
Towards me, away from me
Like Newton stones, keeping a balance
As fragile as the crystals in winter
As luminescent as the stars in night
My darkness, my light
Frozen in time, she is my abstraction
Watching over me, waiting for me to come
And lead her onward, to where the path lay
Not to trek gently, by the shades of the night
Not to halter in my way, as I watch her, a dream
A dream like no other
Could she be a dream? Could I be flying?
Quatrain XIYou shall wither before the impending dawnQuatrain XI by shehrozeameen
will arise; for you are mine now, hellspawn!
Cry if you must, but know this, and be aware:
you are my servant: your abode is my lair!
The Curse of Loving an AphroditeI wait by the pillars, 'lone at night-time;The Curse of Loving an Aphrodite by shehrozeameen
calling out your name, in painful disdain...
Lo! My precious, I atone for the crime,
for not loving you, leaving you in vain...
Bear witness, m'dear, that ounces of my tears,
I sell to calm my sorrow deep within;
Others mourn as well, for alas they fear,
as I do, pain's horrible, ugly grin...
|Poetry from yours truly|
The Clairvoyant and The MuseThe ClairvoyantThe Clairvoyant and The Muse by shehrozeameen
Give me the grail, for I was destined
'Twas meant for me, 'tis why its confined
I beheld the essence, which sought me
In my journey, my purpose defined
Whispers of sorrow guide thee abhorred
For the Grail of blood through which you tore
Yet regret holds ye whose succumbed fight
Brought life whispers, which you once called for
|My Quatrains in the Rub'iyaat format made famous by Edward Fitzgerald.|
Happy Reading <------- he's a pervert.
|These works, without needing any description, are my personal favourites. Enjoy!|
In MemoriesAn echo as a whisper old
A bottle of whiskey and a cartridge of ink''It's late,'' he mutters under his caffeinated breath.
ReliefA rock, though outward solid it may seem,
CeasedMy heart would always beat for you
Last Breaths of FortunaShe lay wailing by my side,
How Can IHow can I keep moving on,
A child plays in the yard.And she fell in the arms of autumn,
serpentPretending to be a lover,
A Gentleman and his DaemonDear Gentleman,
AphroditeFrom the very moment my eyes beheld thee -
NaPoWriMo Day 8Fine Autumn had come, coloured the leaves red;
Story of a lying girlThat morning, the sun rose for the fourth time. The vastness of the unfamiliar forest weighted down on her aching shoulders. Back at day one, she discovered that every path looped back to an oak tree. It stood tall in the center of a clearing, much like a beacon of some kind. Still, she thought, if she ended up in this place, then there had to be some way out. It was simply a matter of uncovering the exit.
Response to &ldquo;The WarriorResponse to The Warrior s Call
On the Shores
Libra VenerisVenus– Goddess of air and light
DamnationUnwanted child, of the demon inside
Pianissimo There's nothing like coming home after a long day at work to be greeted by her, Always with the same "Good evening, my love", Whispered in my ear pianissimo. There's nothing like taking her out to one of those Christmas parties, and hearing her laugh and mingle among other people. It's so rare to find that: a woman to love, who loves you, and can still laugh and mingle with other people without losing her head and mangling her vows. Even rarer still is the woman who can captivate me the way she does, and always has. Never has there been another that I want to give my heart, body, mind, and soul to. Never has there been another woman who I gave my music to. Even so, every relationship has its ups and downs, like a composition changing from Forte, to Piano, and then back again.
A Celtic's Maiden's MornMy Laird, I look once more out ore rampart tall
Cavern of TimePrologue
i may have drowned but you, you'll burnthe water rose above my collarbone though you promised you'd help keep me on the surface.
My Despairing RavenMy eyes fluttered.
I Am Justin
50.726217, -2.841747We arrived solemnly at a day masquerading as romance. I emerged from the people carrier and ingested the familiarity of the place; Langdon Woods. Now, those pathways are dug into my palms. Deep trenches scratched into the whorls of my fingertips. Reminders of where I've been.
Regards, The Abortionist.A letter came in the mail from a return address I wasn't sure existed for some time. It still did; the address was the exact same. The handwriting was quick and short, and the request seemed simple enough. I put on my coat and found myself walking down the street under a thick grey sky, one hand in my pocket and the other keeping my hat from being claimed by the wind.
Palace of Tombs.I reared myself upon a throne
when you write a poemwrite a thousand you mean and one
Where the Willow weepsFar from town
Weeping WillowI feel the warmth of a summer day –
Every leaf knows its fallWhisper a lullaby,
The Empire's AntsDon’t worry about those pesky little mice,
Pure Gold (Villanelle)
No More The Muse Is Sheslow exquisite pain of her
Yellow.The swing creaked. Mud dripped from the rusty chains. A yellow jacket was thrown on top of it. It moved loosely in the breeze, forgotten. The smell of rain filled my senses. I walked to the jacket – it just waved at me. Small and tiny and dirty, a child’s jacket waved at me. I stretched my hand to take it. Something beeped unnaturally fast. Someone screamed. And then it was all black.
Drone VibratoWhat help would a
to love beyond living
The Soul GathererIn the night, he sparkled bright and clear.
If You Were With Me NowIf you were with me now
PE Prose Basics: Revise and EditProse Basics Week is winding down now and hopefully you've learned a lot from the brilliant past articles. But, there's more to writing than just getting that first draft done, isn't there? That's where the next big crucial step comes in: revision.
The Art of Revising:
Revision is such a huge topic to cover, especially since there are many ways to go about it. You can do self-edits, which always are a good first step, or you can get outside revisions from peers. Both are good ideas to really get your work to be top notch. But, the big thing to remember is that there's more to just editing your work than cleaning up a few spelling and grammar mistakes. Revising also includes corrections to sentence flow, scenes, and sometimes overall plot. So, before we jump into some ways to edit, here are a few different terms of methods of editing that may be handy to know-- especially if you're asking a peer to help you with revisions.
PE Prose Basics: Pacing ( and Show vs. Tell)Hello, everyone! As you all know, this week over at projecteducate is Prose Basics. We're here to help all you prose writers (whether flash fiction, short stories, or novels) get better at your craft with some basic tips for growth. Today, I'm going to be talking about something you've probably heard about again and again: pacing.
What is Pacing?
No, it's not what you do when you're stuck on a scene and need to get up and stretch those leg muscles to get your writing juices flowing. It's actually a very important ability that writers have to control the speed their story is read. You as the author get to manipulate the reader in a way and make the speed of the story match the scene. What better way to drop the reader right into the moment? But, pacing also holds the ability to make or break your story and keep or lose your reader's interest. This is why it's so important in writing.
Setting the Scene:
Love dA Lit: Issue 159Welcome to the one-hundred fifty-ninth issue of Love dA Lit! Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.
Note: It's HaikuWriMo month [Haiku Writing Month]!
LITplease's Community Portal
A Smattering of Lit News
Literature Links | Workshops, Prompts and Challenges
Literature Contests | Resources |
Maddy's Tips: Building a Strong PortfolioAfter receiving a few emails recently asking for portfolio feedback and general advice, I decided to write up a small list of tips that can help a student or graduate create a portfolio that game studios will want to look at.
Degree ≠ Job. A lot of studios don't look in a resume for where you went to school. The first thing they're interested in the quality of work in your portfolio. If you have the skills, then you probably have the job!
Do more than homework. Lot's of college students get turned down by studios because they give them a portfolio that only has school work in it. Studios look for people that create more outside of class. It can range anywhere from fan art to designing your own characters.
Get on forums. Stay active on the game art forums like Polycount or others like CGHub and GameArtisans. Post your work and speak with other aspiring game artists and professionals all over those sites. Lots of studios
Art History Project- Omar Khayyam
Omar Khayyam, (Lit: "Omar The Tentmaker), was born, (circa 1051), at Nishapur in Khorassan, (A region in N.W. Persia). Omar was a very inquisitive boy, in possession of a good mind, and soaked up the education afforded by his father's prosperity, ...judging by his later achievements. Omar probably learnt his father's trade and became a tent-maker for a while. Omar travelled around his country and nearby areas visiting places like Samarkand and Isfahan, (Isfahan has some of the most beautiful Temples I have ever seen!, the entrance to the Main one has tiles of the most exquisite and colourful designs unrivalled anywhere in my humble opinion...), no doubt exchanging ideas and researching with some of those he met. He died in 1131 and is buried in the Khayyam Garden at the mausoleum of Imam Zadeh Mahruq in Nishapur.
728 years later, an English linguist, Edward FitzGerald, published, (in the sa
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General Photography CVs - what do we actually DO?Since it's Daily Deviations week, a quick revamp over what the General Photography Community Volunteers can DD - and can't - seemed to be fitting! For starters, those who don't know - your current General Photography Community Volunteers are Kaz-D and 3wyl. For those who aren't aware of the 'lingo' within the galleries, here's a very short glossary...
Getting Down with the Lingo
This is the common term for Daily Deviations. The Daily Deviation is a daily feature chosen from the galleries here on deviantART. A small assortment of submissions are chosen each day by a select group of staff/volunteer members who wish to showcase an image which they found impressive or otherwise interesting enough to deserve being brought to the attention of the community-at-large. This information can be readily found here -> :faq61:
This is the short way of saying, Animals, Plants and Nature - a sub-gall
Grammar lessons for the Street Photographer
Loosely based on "About Looking" by John Berger en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Ber…
If you look them up in any dictionary of modern occidental language you'll find out that the two verbs 'to see' and 'to look' mean two different cognitive actions, complementary but somehow opposite. The definition in the dictionary shows it clearly: 'to perceive with the eyes' (to see) opposed to 'to direct one's eyes in a given direction or on a given object' (to look) which still implies employing one's sight.
There are many factors contributing to the distinction:
- First of all is the 'intention'. To look presumes a will, an intention, that seeing doesn't necessarily entail.
- The 'orientation'. The eyesight can be general and unfocused, while the gaze is focused on something, even when we stare into emptiness.
- The 'duration'. 'To see' do
Explaining Fixed Form Poetry With An ExampleHey everyone, Shays here
Last time, ya'll will recall I had talked about writing dA critiques and the nature of literary criticism, found below:
so, today's tutorial is concerning fixed form poetry. My selection today will be:
The Fall of Epithilinon by Zark123
If you were expecting a poem by Poe, Shelly, Byron, Tennyson, Frost, Burns, or even Kristen Stewart, then .
Anyway, lets get started.
about the artist
Zark123, Arka Basu, is an Indian student currently completing a BA from the University of Loughborough, UK. With that said, he has been on dA for two years now (and has entered his third year on this site). For the duration that I have been watching Arka, he mostly writes Sonnets, Free Verse, the occasional Sestina, and the occasional prose as well. For now, lets talk about the work which was highlighted in this work.
Some Thoughts About Friendship ..."Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart."
:::My Secret Friend:::
"True friends stab you in the front."
"A single rose can be my garden... a single friend, my world."
The Cycle of PassionNever knowing eyes never did haunt us
’Tis our own ditty which fails to daunt us;
The amorous rose or the lovebird’s lustre
Leaves but two shades for a season’s fluster,
Yet the poet’s pen is perchance guided
With rabid romance, nature unprovided -
For summer songs are bare conversation
Betwixt life and long winter’s predation:
Pale thirst for passion or higher power
Quenches its quaff in the quiet hour,
The soul’s tragedy is in demanding
Liberty lost from body remanding
Creation’s cold woes and callous joys, cannot grace
Vanity’s visage or the selfsame face,
In vain, we swallow the daily smother
To love ourselves, we love another.
|Critique is such a hard job - but somebody's gotta do it. I for one, am proud of my critiques.|