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Daily Lit Deviations for July 31st, 2013


We are proud to feature today's Daily Literature Deviations!
You can show your support by :+favlove:ing this News Article.

Please comment and :+fav: the features and congratulate the artists!


:pointr: For all of the featured artists: If you receive a DD for one
of your pieces featured by DLD please note LiliWrites.

We will include you and your piece in a special recognition news article. :pointl:

Poetry


Featured by LadyofGaerdon
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Seasons Nigh by SovereignSin

A delightful, summery sonnet.


Suggested by: intricately-ordinary
Featured by: DrippingWords

forest firesmy signature scrawled across all
of your sentences like a stain of apologies:
i'm sorry for anchoring you to my hip
like a one-sided promise, like a flood of insincerity.
i'm sorry for collecting you like a well of wishes,
for whispering you into every crack in these walls.
i do not have the depth to tether our limbs
with the tautness of our smiles, but i will
balance you on the edges of my knees until
you slip away.
i have been kneeling with my arms outstretched
waiting,
but the divinity of your touch
never graced my expectant stance.
our bones built forest fires together,
but it was always my tears putting them out.

"forest fires" by learningtobefree

Suggester says: "learningtobefree
is such a lovely writer :love: In this
original kind of conversational
poetry, she paints and shares
with us the unconventional beauty
and pain of a relationship."



Suggested by: intricately-ordinary
Featured by: DrippingWords

voidfriendi.
her eyes
never land.
a scape claimed
no matter how sharp
her intake,
or the orbits
aligned by her will,
or the scope
of the aperture
filled.
lips fueled
and begging
to be ignited.
ii.
she can't fight it.
cracks in the visor
and pressure leaks.
a void
asking her hand
and her peace
as the tip
of her tongue
starts to freeze.
spidered sight
and face
like a shard
divided.
iii.
"if i have to be breathless,"
she finally states,
"i'd prefer it to be by the trident."

"voidfriend" by gliitchlord

Suggester says: "Voidfriend
masterfully uses enjambment
and imagery to tell the painstaking
process of an emotional detachment."


Featured by: SilverInkblot
Clichedoes your poetry consist of
feelings nestled in ribcages
silent cries inside of a marrow
and the dull thunk of your heart
against my barely beating bones?
or is your poetry nestled in galaxies
shooting across well-kept fingertips
like comets lighting a dull sky
stardust of my hip bone wishes
literature universe coming to an end?
can your poetry play imagination
like a clever twist in a dream
where you kiss my shadows away
and teach me how to caress you
with love that burns passion away?
oh dear
are you smitten enough to
run away with me
or are you yet to be blanketed
by these heavy arms of mine?
do my words weigh you down?
i havent met one so easily drowned
by the vast sea of my sunkissed letters
but as your velvet lips whispered,
always is there a first.

Cliche by Rewrote

Cliches are not always a bad thing,
as this new dA talent showcases here.



Prose


Featured by doodlerTM
TyrannyI wander around my dorm room, nervously. Tomorrow, I have exams. But I don't give a damn. What tortures me more is this writer's block I've been suffering from for a few weeks. I feel like my brain has stopped functioning. I can form words. I can think. But all sentences my fingers give birth to are lackluster and stillborn. Every time, I can't help killing them with relentless press on the backspace key.
I look at my laptop on the desk. It looks miserable, too, with its black dusty screen. I let out a sigh, and keep wandering around the room as I mindlessly listen to the rain falling outside.
I sweep the trigonometry handouts on the table to the floor. I step on the pieces of paper as if they are the pulpy incarnations of the math teacher herself. I hate her boring voice, boring eyes, and the tormenting subject she teaches. Complicated formulas and geometric shapes in poor print condition crumple under my angry foot. I plunk down on my bed. The bed on the opposite side comes into my s

Tyranny by Retoriker

A great story about what
goes into writing stories.




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SovereignSin Jul 31, 2013  Student Writer
Thank you so much for the feature. I'm beyond proud to see it stand among such good company. :)
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Venry Jul 31, 2013  Student General Artist
Lovely features :heart:
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Retoriker Jul 31, 2013  Student Writer
What an honor! You encourage me to keep writing.
Thank you so much for featuring my story. :hug:
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:icongliitchlord:
honored and grateful.

:dalove:
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forest fires :+fav:
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