Daily Lit Deviations for December 10th, 2009</u>
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"Coming On Winter" by !joliethemute
An absolutely beautiful portrait of words that are strung
together with a surreal quality. !joliethemute is able to
create this piece that creates chills with a breathless
sense to it.
Featured by: ~RunningBear5858
"Be Honest Already" by !Memoria-in-Aeterna
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" How boring. In
this poem, the author gives their opinion on honesty and
how they really think about people. An interesting and
Featured by: ~choirsoftheheavens
A Christmas MiracleOn the first day of Christmas, I spent all day breathing on the window and tracing familiar faces in the fog.
On the second day of Christmas, my mother sent to me every unpleasant phone call about failed job interviews or bad grades or having just not been in contact for too long and these I threw away without much regret. Each cried out in furious ones and zeros as they shattered against the base of the garbage bin.
On the third day of Christmas, I observed the graceless gate of an orphaned child, like walking on marbles or faulty animatronics. A scale model geriatric.
On the fourth day of Christmas, an ex-lover gave me old photographs an
"A Christmas Miracle" by ~InShiningArmor
A beautifully sardonic take on Christmas and the many
"miracles" that follow. Prepare to be amused.
Featured by: *Miss-S-Bird
The Book ThiefIt was always her. The one behind the shelves. Lurking behind the next case. Not hiding, not anything of that sort.
It was obviously her. The one pausing over each title. The one whose fingers lingered over each leather binding.
It was no one but her. There was always this glow, this gleam in her eyes as she gazed at the creamy pages. Eyes of a magpie that girl had, always hidden behind umber hair. Peering through and siphoning the words from the page.
It was the way that she moved. That's how you knew. The way she rubbed her lower lip with her thumb. The way her eyes darted, swam across every line. Or floated I should say. Floated on ink
"The Book Thief" by ~dracoignis
This philosophical piece is well described, giving the
reader a vivid sense of the character presented and her
action. It also makes an interesting comment on the
modern state of writing and issues of plagiarism. A
well rounded piece worth a moment's contemplation.
Featured by ~itsaki
Just DanceHere's to a moment of nostalgia. I'm skimming through pages of ballet terminology and admiring the pictures associated with the movements. I find myself drawn to the faces of each ballerina. Some seem to be in no pain, as though the movement they are captured creating is second nature. Others don't hide the pain quite so well, and my heart reaches out to them. I long to tell them that it's okay not to be prefect, and that all that matters is the beauty of the art they create and the story they portray. But they know better. I know better.
My brain is suddenly racked with invading memories I've kept stashed away and hidden for so long. As pai
"Just Dance" by ~skyeconnelly
An inspiring piece that looks deep into the heart and
soul of a dancer and dancing itself, showing that it is
a painful art. But it also shows that dancing is a passion
not to be taken lightly.
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