Daily Literature Deviations for April 4^th,, 2009</u>


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Prose

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"Marie" by Elizabeth-May


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Mature Content

"Mirrored Pain" by silver-scorpian


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The two angels"Twinkle, twinkle little star..."
"Bright heavens child, stop singing that song, I'm trying to work." I glared at the child, perched on the edge of the sky counting the stars bellow.
"Momma always told me angels have no work." She smiled up at me sweetly, as only a child can.
I shook my head at the misconceptions of humans. "Child, all beings work. An angel doesn't seem to work because generally she enjoys work, which makes it more play than work. What, pray, would we do with our time if we had nothing else to do?"
She turned her face down to the starts again. "Why, sing!" She, indeed, did sing her words.
"And what when all songs have been sung?"
"We dance!" She stood and spun, picking the nearest, brightest flower. One I had just planted.
I shook my head. The children were so innocent, so pure. They had nothing to spoil them, nothing to change them. Their souls had not experienced the winter of adulthood. A grin creeped across my face. "And wh
"The two angels" by lost-angle


Visual Poetry

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"Life´s Path" by mirrored-disgrace


Foreign Language

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"Nuestra Juventud...." by genesisclown


Poetry

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"Old" by AestheticParadise

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Life's A Board Game
Life’s a board game.
There’s a start called the birth
And a finish that is called death.
But this game is never-ending.
Every time you think you have won,
There is a new course that is needed to be
Completed.
And often these courses take many
Rolls of the dice to get out.
But once you get out,
It seems that things only get tougher.
This repetitiveness goes until
You are finished with death.
This board game of life
Leaves so many wanting to stop.
Which leaves me to say
Life is a board game
Except it’s one where nobody wins.
"Life's A Board Game" by TyC113


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"resistance Is Futile" by PTGreat


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no noise in the whiteif wind is like sun
then snow is the creator
of whitest shadow.  
lights are high and there
is sheer relief soothing the
hard crag-edges of
distant hills.  the sky
is a dusting of sugar
in the evening,
whose purple eye hides
not the shape of soft-stepped
cold.  the front is the
keeper of drowning
men, dusky bite stealing their
heat, devouring
bodiless dreams. the
shift and drift of stolen sighs
forgets the darkness
of your skin as the
flakes swell the swift sweet seeking
of a lifted bed,
a place to rest our
nascent heads; a silence to
keep our words unsaid.
"no noise in the white" by prairiedaisy


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mozart and usWe are still living with Mozart,
down the hall, third door on the right,
third-floor walkup behind the KFC
on the corner of one street and another
we remain unable to leave him.
He follows us home when we stop visiting
and waits on the back porch for handouts:
water, a sandwich, sheet music, that baby grand piano
we always meant to learn to play.
He sits and he waves to the neighbors
and he waits, a stray cat we adopted
without meaning to, we have the heart neither to
keep him or give him away.  He will not stay
in the attic or in his apartment, but.
He plays so nicely.  He plays our strings
like a cat's cradle of violins and we
cannot help but respond.
"mozart and us" by citywings