Daily Lit Deviations for December 16th, 2009</u>
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Featured by: ~RunningBear5858
I am an old sockI am an old sock:
Tattered, worn, used, and abandoned.
I can trust no one
to pick me up and place me
with my missing half, my partner;
no one, except for myself.
But I am limbless, helpless, weak,
with no arms or legs to find that
which I need and miss the most.
My greed has left me alone and singular,
and the sock drawer did eventually become
my own. But what use is a sock
without a partner to match it and other
pairs to complement it?
What use is a battered, lonely sock?
"I am an old sock" by ~Loweryi
In this poem, the author takes on the
role of an old, abandoned sock that has
long ago lost it's partner. Not only is it
interesting, the author states that the way
the sock feels is how they feel in real life.
Featured by: ~EmoSunshineMuffin
Numb.I want to sink into my skin and sleep with my bones, I want to watch my blood stop and smile as the red runs clear.
I want to be empty.
"Numb." by ~Nova4556
Short and complex. Morbid. Beautiful.
Featured by =julietcaesar
"I Cried for the Living" by !nephthis
This is a powerful non-fiction piece
that recounts the author being present at
a funeral for a girl who committed suicide.
A striking, touching perspective about how
funerals are centered on the living sometimes.
Featured by ~itsaki
Only a few metres to goThe wind brushes it's fingers through my long, brown curls, whisking the tendrils back over my slender shoulders. The smell of the ocean is strong, wafting up into my nose. The waves are big, crashing viciously against the edge of the cliff face I'm standing on. I'm at the top, staring down over the edge. The seagulls are squawking and circling around the water, looking for food, scrounging for survival. I sit on the edge of the cliff, hug my knees to my chest and just breathe. I look out of the ocean's face, smiling at the crystalline blue, sparkling slightly from the sun beaming down on it. The slight breeze makes the day bearable. Summer i
"Only a few metres to go" by ~Erika-Faye
A beautiful piece filled with amazing
detail, about a girl facing the ocean from
a cliff. A story that has the motif of water
as a cleansing element, as she dives in and
must drag herself to shore.
Featured by: ~Magic-fan
EifersuchtGestraft mit Ignoranz
Ich lächle, mache Witze
doch tief in mir
ist mein Herz gefroren.
Was habe ich getan?
In Gedanken eine Träne
Während ich euch beobachte
Ihr seht mich nicht
Bin ich unsichtbar?
Es ist meine Schuld..
Ich habe nicht nur eine Freundin!
Ich gehöre dir nicht!
Dass weiß ich doch..
trotzdem wird mir kalt.
Warum redest du mit ihr
wenn ich neben dir stehe?
Bin ich dir so egal?
Du lässt es so erscheinen..
Du machst ihr Komplimente.
Wann hat dir zum letzten Mal
von mir gefallen?
Du kannst nicht dafür..
Sehe ich euch zusammen
"Eifersucht" by ~Nenshali
Jealousy - a true force to be reckoned
with as it can tear any bond to pieces. This
German poem radiates the emotion someone
feels when jealousy takes control so much
that the reader will truly feel what it is like.
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