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Following the witch: another hymn to Aphrodite

Once upon a Time in Italy near the comune of Nemi while walking at a crossroads amidst mystery and melancholy of the street I heard a talking walnut tree a peculiar pulpit and wandered through its holy woods. Carefully stepping through grasses and over mossy stones I came upon a deer path. A trail I tread until nightfall when it led to a lake. The water’s surface shimmered illuminated by the night sky. A cosmic mirror speckled with stars. Overcast on sunken warships of the Emperor sleeping on the lake’s bed dreaming of a drowned cat sacrificed in the sea to summon storms. So I made my way along its shore ruminating on the reflection and arrived at ancient ruins where walls had overgrown with weeping ivy and boughs blooming with mistletoe. A sanctuary where worshipped wilderness reclaimed broken bricks as its own. And solus amidst this Dianic scene was a woman whose white skin glowed under the full moon. Reminiscent of marble memorials or statuesque sculptures of Venus. She had a red

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Money

Money They say money talks                                         Yet they wonder why I'm silent. They say money brings you happiness                                                     

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Literature

Bonds in the Darkness: BATDR Fan Fic (Read Notes!)

It had turned into another late night at the office. Audrey sat at her desk, meticulously drawing one in an endless stream of animation cells for Archgate Films’ latest cartoon. The feature had one of the studio’s icons, inherited from the now defunct Joey Drew Studios—Bendy, the Dancing Demon—using his skills as a tap-dancer to earn enough money to earn enough money to buy movie theater tickets for himself and Alice Angel, an implied love interest. Audrey was using her skills as well… to do a solid portion of the project. Once again. The other animators had long since clocked-out and gone home. They saw the animation process as just a 9-to-5 job to pay their bills, and she didn’t blame them for that. For her co-workers, it really was just a job. But, for her, it was a veritable way of life about which she still had a lot to learn. And her reasons for doing so, in the truest sense, were important to the future of hundreds of souls. Even the most dedicated person could only work for

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Weekly Prompts

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The Picture

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Literature

Together Eternally

You leave an empty place in this world You belong in here We will live eternally And we will surely meet Couldn't say my farewell words 'Cause we're together still A place we call infinity Is where our dreams turn real Through the meadows of love we'll run, we'll run As you wished, kissing and rolling down the hill And I'm sorry for being too weak to die, die, die But for our love there's no death We're together, together Eternally You don't leave an empty place in my heart You'll be staying here A house is built and the garden is big For you to feel like home Couldn't give you much in this life But they say love is enough It built us place called infinity Where our love can turn into blooms Through the meadows of love we'll run, we'll run As you wished, kissing and rolling down the hill And I'm sorry for being too weak to die, die, die But for our love there's no death We're together, together Eternally No, you won't lose me never, never I'm sorry for being too weak to die But

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An Angel for the Broken

Eyes slowly pry open Light floods the room, a voice calls your name to wake up. Please, please, I beg you I don't feel well today, I don't want to go to school. "Don't be ridiculous." Walk slowly to the bus. Tears shed, anticipating what will happen in prison today. Waiting, waiting, All eyes are on you, waiting for you to make a mistake. To stumble for just a moment. So they can pounce. Always keep your head down, Never make eye contact. A shove, a giggle, You are their circus clown, And they are the hungry, underfed lions. The ring master won't defend you. What can you do? Attempts to fit in, Maybe, maybe, If you dress

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You've been with me.

You've carried me in your arms. You've protected me from harm. The journey has been long. Not much further shall it prolong. I'm in the home stretch. I'm close to finishing this race. I've been through the darkness. Overcame the obstacles I had to face. You heard me when my voice felt unheard. You listened to me rejoice and complain, ever single word. I feel a sense of closure. I've been trying to keep my composure. Praise be to you my Lord! I'll dance in the joy of hope. Bring on the thunderstorm. I want to see what else I can cope. Life has its up and downs. It gives you smiles and frowns. I know you will always be near. In Jesus, who

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Conflicting Emotions

My heart is cascading With tears, fears, and joy I've grown to love you as we verse Causing my emotions to heal and hurt Your laugh warms me up Soothing my pain with your voice It hurts to get close to you, but I have no other choice I think of you constantly My thoughts have become linear I worry I might get a attached You are just so.........NO I can't do this again I can't allow myself to feel this way I'm only going to get hurt by my own emotions I'm so conflicted by your enchanting persona I should leave from you and let it be over Your heart is already taken I shouldn't be here I'm clearly mistaken I'll just disappear I'm sorry 4/19/24

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Another Year That Mattered (Birthday 2024)

Another Year That Mattered Birthday 2024 By J.C. Solis What is it like to be much older still? For all through this life, I’ve yet had my fill Of the wonders and joy that I have seen Of kindness and hope, of which I still wean What is it like with one year that has passed? Of these memories which I hope will last And the making of more, I will now gaze At the next rising sun, my life’s new phase For twenty-eight years I have come to know The joys and pain that, to me, Life would show And with this, I hope to live for more years Without fear, even as my death draws near And so, I hope, through this birthday so sweet I’ll still have strength not to admit defeat…

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