|Don't try to suppress the horrors that time may come to bring.|
Just treasure all those golden times and let clean futures sing.
Thank you Coffee.
Music Review: Muse - The 2nd LawMuse has always been a band that I've paid quite a close bit of attention to over the past few years. And over these years one thing has become certain:Music Review: Muse - The 2nd Law by =Shuriken95
They are possibly one of the most controversial bands to be talking about.
This was definitely the case when, just last year, they released their latest album titled "The 2nd Law."
So then, before I get down into the nitty-gritty of things, there is just one little thing I need to say about this album....
WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?
This album is honestly a huge smack to the face to any long-time Muse fan out there. I mean, it was clear which direction Muse was taking with their style of music long before this album came out, but this was completely uncalled for! I had never really had a problem with any of Muse's previous albums, even though it was clear that their original style was deteriorating since the "good ol' days," yet this album bugs me to the point where my inner Muse fanboy-dom just wants to rip his
A Worker's Motivation (Haiku)My merit can/willA Worker's Motivation (Haiku) by =Shuriken95
stab me, love me, make me bleed
gold and golden flames.
Literature Gallery RestructureUPDATED GALLERY STRUCTURE - APRIL 4Literature Gallery Restructure by ^neurotype
If you haven't browsed Literature lately, it's a mess. Sure, some of it comes from people whose work truly transcends genres (ever read the Library of Congress classification for Gravity's Rainbow?) and some of it comes from how people choose to interpret certain genres (godsdamnit, 'dark' is not the same as 'horror'! No, this gallery hasn't existed in ~6 years. Stop judging me).
But a lot of it comes from people having trouble navigating the galleries.
Based on your feedback and more backroom discussion, we've reupdated things! Please keep in mind that a lot of discussion went into the updates, so when you do get mad about them do it with the assumption that there's a reason behind this
All galleries will accept text and PDF submissions unless otherwise specified.
Characters & Settings
The original divisions of Contemporary, Historical, and Sci-Fi & Fantas
PE: Poetry Forms- An A-Z An A-Z of Poetry Forms!PE: Poetry Forms- An A-Z by ^Beccalicious
To kick start this week at #projecteducate, we're starting off with a slightly lighter-hearted article listing just some of the poetic forms that exist out there. Lets be honest, there are hundreds and we can't list every single one. This is just a slice of the forms out there and if you are wishing to expand your understanding of different forms, do some research and don't take this as gospel!
Each form has a direct link to a site that describes the form in more detail, usually with examples too. I have also included some good examples from dA when I have found them.
Yes some of these link to wikipedia!
ABC- A poem where each word, line or stanza starts with the next continuous letter of the alphabet. Also known as an "Abcedarian"
the makers, the breakersif what
from echoes of stars
dischord in mind
of euphonious creation stitching
bone and water, light
together, remnants we,
euphonious of mind,
in dischord birthing harmony,
stars of echoes,
what is imagined
|This was my first full on TF story, and one that I'm quite proud of! It's a much darker story, but I felt that it turned out quite well!|
|Ah, my first step into TF!|
And what a way to start.
A second person poem!
.... I went for the original, that's why
The flame tastes ever so sweet this subtle time of sundown;
watch its poetry burn a new azure for the summersong of tomorrow.
Moonlit magma awaits my presence and I shall not deny
her wishes, strike a flame and let it rage (never end, my sweet...)
Infernal symmetry blackens the lustful essence of my being
so set ablaze a portrait for my flaming fixation
in its demented clutches...
that captures my soul / "Please let go."
hysteric mania "Make it stop."
and it's gone; Insane frenzy
It's there that swallows
my pride, my
fades to white.
Rip away my
leave me be.
on and off...
help me now."
bliss becomes misery:
Rampaging emotions altered eagerly;
Remnants kindling my perplexing mentality-
Ceaselessly shifting, endlessly evolving,
Psychosis triggered by distorted reflections...
Reflections distorted by triggered psychosis,
endlessly evolving, shifting ceaselessly -
mentality perplexing my kindling remnants.
Eagerly altered emotions rampaging;
misery becomes bliss
Three different styles for three desperate struggles.
Perhaps Concrete's rubbed off on me...Perhaps Concrete's rubbed off on me.Perhaps Concrete's rubbed off on me... by =Shuriken95
For I seem to find - at certain times -
influx and invasion of my drainéd mind.
A rush of inspiration that clenches me tight
in its iron-clad grip, irresistible might.
And thus I take this muse that stimulates me so,
portray it in my head and find the words to go.
Yet simply to write seems never enough,
so I incorporate image; starting off with the rough
I begin to shape - an outline in bold,
my first matter at hand. As the cold
feel of the pen urges me onward with haste,
I design and I write, leaving no words for waste
until, eventually my deed is done.
My project is formed and the battle is won.
Yet I - the victor - am still left to wonder
what aroused this unique feel for the yonder
unknown side of poetry... Shape and formation...
What sudden vision, what fascination?
I thus recall my first attempt at said poetry.
How the shaping of this "person" filled me with such glee.
Realisation hits me, and now I can see...
Ramblings of a lovestruck madman I.Ramblings of a lovestruck madman by =Shuriken95
One... one word, I.
Thoughts of an afflicted mindI lie now in bedThoughts of an afflicted mind by =Shuriken95
as the cold grasp of illness
-like the icy fingers
of the reaper –
stems through my body.
It clouds my mind,
leading me to an endless nothi...
I cannot see my fingers
which – in their numb state –
cannot feel for my eyes.
Am I alive?
I'm unsure –
the only thing remotely “alive” about me,
my semi-conscious mind
that seems to be reaching out to
endless fantasia, and still... nothing...
You must excuse me,
for my... my thoughts fail me yet aga...
I now lie in bed
as the frigid digits of my infirmities
claw at the back of my head.
Yet, I feel no pain...
or, at least... so I think...
Pain, it seems, has been replaced
with an immense weight, a pressure
that somehow makes its unfelt presence known...
...My eyes is hazy,
And my mind are closing
As I slowly slumber into drift...
I am losing control,
Can’t hold on...
Achieving Greatness - Black Dragon TF PoemPeople say thatAchieving Greatness - Black Dragon TF Poem by =Shuriken95
The greatest of things
Come in small packages...
That minor times
Lead to colossal ages...
That simple thoughts,
When nurtured well
Can form such an idea
That the fabric of life as we know it
Could very well be changed.
You must be humble
In order to truly experience pride
You must be intelligent
So you can understand right from wrong
You must be responsible
To handle power when the time comes
You must be generous
As to realise the worth of all around you
And you must be tolerant
To withstand the bitter road
Life has provided for you,
In order to achieve greatness.
You are one with such qualities,