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Daily Lit Deviations for December 5th, 2013
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Featured by: `NicBelroque
purple lipsticki used to think that there were only two
types of girls:
ones who could pull off red lipstick
and ones who could not.
no one ever bothered to correct me
because they thought i was right in my own way-
a four year old girl talking about there being
bad girls and good girls,
but that is not what i meant.
now my knees, spine, elbows crack
with each step i take, bones withering
in the cold winter air, lips cracked and bleeding-
not prettily, either
and i’m trying to learn portuguese
so maybe i can have something going for me
other than bad habits and a tongue
too restless to properly fit in my mouth.
are many things i cringe about but
not very many that i regret.
those mostly involve alcohol tainted
breath clinging to the insides of my teeth
for days, or
the sounds of voices i reluctantly remember
telling me i shouldn’t leave.
i used to think that there were only two
types of girls:
ones with cigarette smoke hanging around their lips,
sorrow burned beneath their eyelids,
purple lipstick by ~solivagants
The wit and play on words present in this poem
is absolutely splendid. The return of the opening
sentiment in a much more vindictive form finishes
the poem with a much more aware reader.
Featured by: `TwilightPoetess
we made wings out of
saran wrap and twigs,
simplicity at best.
we prayed for the
autumn winds to blow
us away like seeds.
we reached towards
the never-ending sky
our wings stepped on,
our bodies crushed,
we faced the darkness.
broken faith by *bloody-magpies
This short poem reminds us that no matter
how many times we are stepped on, we must
strive to get back up and face the future--
unknown and dark as it might be.
If you drink enough vodka it tastes like loveHe’d whisper sweet nothings to trees
Hoping the roots would remember his name
I watched him drop pieces of himself like bread crumbs
His lantern limbs quivering
I don’t think he ever really knew how lovely he was
And on a sunny day when the pavement was sweating
Out onto the roadside
Everyone else found out too
I don’t think I’ll ever forget him because he was like a dream catcher
So quiet and magical in the way his eyes turned green in the dark
And blue in the winter
Like he stored the world’s secrets behind his cuckoo spit heart
if you drink enough vodka it tastes like love by *grew-up-a-screw-up
As the author says, "The loveliest people
in the world are often the saddest
and that's really sad."
Featured by: *SMAdams
These DreamsCurt tried to leave while Mom and Marty weren't home. I came downstairs late in the morning to find him in the kitchen with his suitcase on the table. He was trying to cram clothes haphazardly into it. Curt's guitar case was leaning on one of the kitchen chairs.
“Do you need some help?” I asked.
“No,” he said, not looking up. “Why is it any of your business what I do, anyway,” he mumbled.
I pretended that the jab didn't sting. “You're going to Chicago, right?”
Curt rolled his eyes. “That's the plan. Bus leaves in twenty.” He zipped up the suitcase and pulled it off the table. “I have a place to stay, don't worry. I'll find my way, sis.”
“I know.” I turned away from him and opened my wallet. Behind all my plastic cards there was a hundred dollars. I'd saved it just for this moment.
I faced him and pressed the five twenty-dollar bills into his hand. “You spent most of your money on bus tickets
These Dreams by ~doodlerTM
An emotional story of change and a broken family
struggling to understand.
Moving and through provoking.
Suggested by *WeirdAndLovely
Featured by: =Gingersanps
Bedtime Stories : The Tree That Was Seen*The Tree That Was Seen*
Once upon a time, on a planet far away, there lived a little tree. But this was no ordinary tree, no, this little tree could speak. She could speak to the Sun, oh what bright conversations they would have! Every morning he would greet her with a loud, boisterous HELLO!!! and then the two would talk for hours.
They talked about the brightness of his light, his magnificent rays, the perfect symmetrical shape of his body, and how healthy he made her leaves. But before long, the Sun would go to sleep, and a smaller, dimmer, shy little moon would appear in the sky.
He watched over the tree every night, but had never, not even once, said hi. The little tree, being a lover of the day, would fall to sleep, and wait for sunrise. And so it was every day and night, the Sun would shine, the Moon would pass by.
Days, turned to years, and the tree grew strong in the Sun. The Sun, would gloat about what he accomplished. "Look, dear Tree, and see what I've made you! I'v
Bedtime Stories: The Tree That Was Seen by ~lostmymind193
I was always a sucker for bedtime stories,
and this one was one of the better ones
I have read. It's a real breath taker.
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