Daily Lit Deviations for April 1^st,, 2009</u>


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Prose

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Mature Content

My house, my home, my Hell by MatzukiDarkGirl


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Song of the Wind - written
I don’t remember when I became aware of the sound outside my room. Having been sleeping peacefully, the sound must have awoken me, yet I didn’t feel as if I were awake. Odd that. The sensation of hearing something, not knowing what, and feeling still asleep yet knowing your awake. If I was but mortal I might have been afraid, but I’m not. Not in this state of existence where an eternity is lived out in the time it takes for the sun to set and rise again. If you ask my kind they might well disagree, but this is my view of eternity. Every night is an eternity to be lived in the length from dark to light. No more and no less. But, I digress.
As I lay in my bed, the darkness in the room does not shield the shadowed light from outside, for it is already the night. The sound I hear is of something not usually of a routine I follow. Finally, I understand what it is I’m hearing. The wind! I’m hearing the wind, though not its usual sound. I listen for several more minut
"Song of the Wind-Written" By Obsidian-Siren


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Caera and the Arasin -Revised-I looked up at the crescent moon, listening closely to the sounds carried by the wind. My body was tense as cold desert air blew through the twilight, carrying whispers of the outside world. The wolves have not howled for three nights. Our last wall of protection was gone, with no warnings of leave, not the faintest hint of vanishing. Our small perimeters were insecure without the wolves. I left my post and wandered back to our miniscule encampment.
There were twenty three of us left. All male. All of our women had been kidnapped or killed by the Arasin.
When the war began, our country split up into four large groups. That was over twenty years ago, and it was the world that I was born into. My mother had been killed long ago, but my father, ailing as he was, still stood. Over time, these four groups continued to break down until we are what we are today. Nomadic men fighting to survive in a world seemingly built against them.
We survived for one reason, and one reason only - to protec
"Caera and the Arasin" by AccaliaCentury


Collaboration

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“Greek Tragedy” By metaphoriel & ilovejacobblack111


Foreign Language

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CahobaAl caer la madrugada
Allá afuera diviso
Gente feliz; si muy feliz
Entre caracoles y arlequines
Entonces yo enciendo una vela...
  
Entre ellos estas tu
Tu ambiguo sexo
Me impide juzgarte
Pero tu risa es vacía
Y la de ellos lo son aún mas!
  
Abren tanto sus fauces
Que entre sus alientos emanan
La peor miseria que turba;
Mi paz, mi mente
Peor aun mi soledad.
  
Mientras yo aun me cobijo
Sobre la fría caoba
Agrietada y carcomida
Por el putrefacto germen
De el morbo mío...
Y la hipocresía tuya.
Littman Tolenttino
"Cahoba" by ecleckptogramah


Poetry

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Fear
Fear is a mongrel child -
its slave coils
snake tight in your belly,
poised to strike hot,
and too dense and bright
to leave a scar
beyond the brush of shadows.
It aches;
and cuts in clean ribbons
and stops the easy innocence
that lurks like a child
in the corner of your eye.
It burns;
and sits on your tongue
in acrid syllables
that scorch the dreams
off  soft white bones
and strips your soul clean
of artificial life.
It finds its prey
in hollow sounds -
the skipped beat of frail hearts
and the faint protests
of random doubts
that haunt your world
in cold inches...
"Fear" by Poetrymann


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"Stockholm 1973" by poshlost


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Sunglasses
Dear men of the world
How about another round of it?
I don't drink but you guys go ahead
I got a story for ya
You ain't never heard it before
'cept for the hundred and fifty other times you heard it
There was this girl, of course
And I tell you what
I won't say her hair was like a waterfall
or that her eyes were like sapphires
or anything stupid like that
You and me both know if her hair really was like a waterfall
she'd stay wet and cold and uncomfortable all the time
And if her eyes really were like sapphires
she ain't have been able to see a goddamn thing
And she had this shy little smile she used to give me
but it was too late when I figured out what it meant
I'm a little slow on those kinds of things
I gave up drinkin' because of her
She's gone but I still don't drink
I got these sunglasses in my pocket in case I start cryin' all the sudden
Any of you boys ever thought about the world
or about dying and going to the afterlife or some shit?
These sunglasses were only a dollar at th
"Sunglasses" by Looganmathunubie


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Who Does My Heart Belong ToWho does my heart belong to?
I know that it is mine.
But you have a piece...i think,
and he has a piece...this i know
He brought through me through the storm.
But you make me smile and laugh
in a million ways everyday.
I see you once in a while.
And i get a different felling when I see you.
Is it my heart skipping a beat?
Or is it the joy of seeing a very good friend?
So many questions.
With no answer in sight.
He is the reason I love to get up in the morning.
The reason I'm excited to go to school.
But you're the one who i can just pick up my phone and talk for hours with.
The one i know that when I talk with I will end up smiling.
He is the knight in shining armor.
The one the princess is dying to meet.
And you are the frog that no one sees.
Are you a prince too?
Is the knight blinding me with his light?
Are you the one I'm supposed to be with?
So many questions.
With no answer in sight.
You say that someone has your heart,
but you wont tell me who.
Is it me?
Can that really be?
Have
"Who Does My Heart Belong To" by luverofcute727


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Too lateToo Late
We spent every afternoon together.
We laughed and joked.
We helped each other through difficulty.
We were happy together.
We got older.
We changed.
I went one way.
You, another.
I see you on occasion, but never enough.
You’ve gotten so beautiful, as you’ve grown.
I have hellish regret, eating my soul, all because
You never heard me say,
“I love you.”
"Too Late" by HoopMan

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