#writer: William Shakespeare

[bluryyyblu]

[two-bees-poetry]

stages of a king waging war on his daughters

[thatsbelievable]

[lllkatilcivciv]

" Yarayla alay eder, yaralanmamış olan. "

- William Shakespeare

[theobsidianpage]

Thus with a kiss, I die...

25 writing prompts compiled from Romeo and Juliet, by William Shakespeare:

[Please feel free to use! I would love for you to tag me if you post any writing pulled from or inspired by this list so I can read all of your amazing work! <3]

Image: Gustav Klimt, The Death of Romeo and Juliet (detail), 1886–7.

"These violent delights have violent ends..."

"Don't waste your love on somebody who doesn't value it."

"Parting is such sweet sorrow..."

"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs..."

"I am fortune's fool..."

"Under love's heavy burden do I sink."

"You are a lover. Borrow Cupid's wings and soar with them..."

"...dreamers often lie."

"It's easy for someone to joke about scars if they've never been cut."

"Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorns."

"I must be gone and live, or stay and die."

"Give me my sin again."

"Virtue itself turns vice, being misapplied..."

"...where two raging fires meet together, they do consume the thing that feeds their fury."

"I have a soul of lead, so stakes me to the ground I cannot move."

"I love someone. She doesn't love me."

"Some grief shows much of love, but much of grief shows still some want of wit."

"There's no trust, no faith, no honesty in men..."

"What must be shall be."

"If love be rough with you, be rough with love."

"In truth...I am too fond."

"I have no more care to stay than will to go."

"Well, we were born to die."

"Tis not so sweet now as it was before."

"I long to die."

[shakespearenews]

In fact, after more than a decade of teaching his work, I’ve come to see Shakespeare—at least when he’s writing tragedies—as primarily a horror writer. He might perhaps be the most significant influence in the entire English language to the Gothic, and consequently the modern, horror tradition.

Seen through the lens of a horror writer, Shakespeare’s progression as an artist is not just in his ability to play with structure, form, and character, but rather that he gains a deeper understanding of how to really scare people. As he grew as a writer, he learned there are better ways to emotionally wound an audience than the surface kills and thrills, and it’s this that ends up really defining him as a playwright.

[poppitron360]

People shit on Shakespeare for being boring but my guy wrote real person fanfiction and tortured his ocs and told cringe jokes and had hidden gay subplots and played with gender too- he just did it in

a squiggly font

[scorp-simran]

My poetry on Romeo and Juliet

[rashomon-vu]

"...

make death proud to take us. "

-william shakespeare, antony and cleopatra

[adventuresofalgy]

Despite the forbidding weather, Algy managed to struggle slowly onwards, battling his way against the driving sleety snow with his precious pumpkin lantern gripped firmly in his beak.

Before long, however, the too-short November day began to draw to a close… but as it did, the precipitation finally stopped, and the setting sun managed to break through the clouds for its only moment of glory on that dim and dreary afternoon.

Alighting on a bank beside a pretty lochan, Algy rested briefly on the frosty ground with his magic pumpkin tucked in close by his side, to watch the fleeting burst of golden light before finding himself a safe perch for the night in the inviting tree which overlooked the water.

With Elizabethan poetry still running around inside his chilled but still-fluffy head, Algy was reminded of a famous sonnet, and although he had read in learned tomes that Shakespeare was actually thinking of a Fair Youth when he wrote this verse, in his own case Algy was reflecting solely on the perfidy of the sun itself, which would be his for very much less than one hour on this particular day…

Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain-tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green, Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace. Even so my sun one early morn did shine With all-triumphant splendour on my brow; But out, alack! he was but one hour mine; The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now. Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth; Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.

[Algy is thinking of Sonnet 33 by the late 16th/early 17th century (Elizabethan) famous English playwright and poet William Shakespeare.]

[xxrrisxx]

There are only two genders: kill, or be killed.

William Shakespeare

[bluryyyblu]

#august slipped away like a bottle of wine.

[inkwell-chronicles]

"You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows. This is why I am afraid, you say that you love me too."

-William Shakespeare

[rheas-chaos-motivation]

@prettiest-boy-around

[phoenix-rosemary]

You're parched for love and

A river flows through me

Willing to give all you want

For it, they called me masochist

So I'll hoard all your attention

Your kisses and embrace

Cling to all your provisions

And have them call me materialistic

I will be whatever it takes

To keep you here with me

Bind myself with chains to you

Never to be pulled apart again

I've been told this is obsession

That I'm losing my mind

Descending into madness

Pretending that you're mine

But would it be romantic if I said?

That if I have to fall from grace

I'd rather go down on my back

Staring up at your face

[theobsidianpage]

Something wicked this way comes...

20 moody writing prompts compiled from William Shakespeare's Macbeth: [I would love for you to tag me if you post any writing pulled from or inspired by this list, so I can read all of your amazing work! <3]

Image: Karl Bryullov, The Last Day of Pompeii (detail), 1830–3.

"Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires."

"Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o'er wrought heart and bids it break."

"What's done cannot be undone."

"Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it."

"I have no words; My voice is in my sword."

"Confusion now hath made his masterpiece."

"Better to be with the dead, whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace, than on the torture of the mind to lie in restless ecstasy."

"The love that follows us sometime is our trouble, which still we thank as love."

"Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell."

"The night is long that never finds the day."

"Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then it hath no end."

"There is nothing serious in morality."

"Tis safer to be that which we destroy than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy."

"Sometimes when we are labelled, when we are branded, our brand becomes our calling."

"...who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him?"

"I have supped full with horrors."

"...oftentimes, to win us to our harm, the Instruments of Darkness tell us truths, win us with honest trifles, to betray us in deepest consequence."

"No, not even fit to live..."

"...I remember now I am in this earthly world, where to do harm is often laudable, to do good sometime accounted dangerous folly."

"Who could refrain, that had a heart to love, and in that heart courage to make love known?"