Daily Lit Deviations for January 08^th, 2010</u>

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Poetry

_{Featured by: kersee9}
Cliched Blaze of GloryClichéd blaze of glory
It's time to let a little sun
Come into my shadowy world
To let me see what I've been missing
Before my sun starts setting
I want a girl to show me sanctuary
Before I go missing again
Catch me in my infamy
Allow me to see inner beauty
Hey wait, don't speak just yet
My head is still a bit confused
I'm dancing with oblivion;
A sort of holy ballet
I feel so overconfident
On my feet I'll lay
Been caught off-guard in times before
Dusk is coming, life is a bore
Nothing can predict that such innocence
Is a last chance to say goodbye
Hey wait, don't speak just yet
My head is still a bit confused
I'm dancing with oblivion;
A sort of holy ballet
I feel so overconfident
On my feet I'll lay
I never had a chance to say hello
To a child lost in the womb
Eyes are glaring upon my back now
So close to the unmarked tomb
I sense so much agony
As sunlight begins to fade
I'll exit in a clichéd blaze of glory
I'll go out just another junkie
Hey wait, don't speak just yet
My
"Clichéd Blaze of Glory" by anemic-heritic
<sub>There is a place in prison, they call
it "the hole." Solitary, trapped with his
own thoughts and four walls a man yearns
for companionship, contemplates addiction
and confronts his own mortality. Worth
the read.


Featured by: TheBrassGlass</sub>

"Snowfall" by ViolinSpine
<sub>This is a piece from a new writer on deviantArt.
It is mysterious and intriguing, with its strong
imagery and rhythm quite like its namesake.


Featured by teenyxtinyxtina</sub>
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"No Heaven Without You" by xinsomniakydx
_{This poem is heartwarming and touching
with its gentle language. Most of the readers
can probably relate to this, and agree that
mothers are play a significant role in our
lives. Mothers provide peace, and without
them, there is no Heaven.}

Prose

_{Featured by: choirsoftheheavens}
The Old Man's Rant
I was walking in the park one day.
I saw an old man sitting on the bench with the worst frown I have ever seen.
I was feeling pretty good and decided to greet him "Good Morning.".
There was no reply, but as I decided to leave, he started to mumble.
I was about to dash off when it hit me that the old man might be senile,
But his words suddenly sunk in, and I silently listened to him talk.
Perhaps just to himself.
"I hate children.
Irresponsible, time wasting, ungrateful idiots
When will they grow up and see that the world isn't such a great place.
Why do you waste your time with hopes and dreams,
That you soon learn was all false hopes.
Once society has you within its grasps,
You'll see that this stupid world isn't as fun as your little childish adventures.
Why don't you grow up and stop questioning what had been and always will be.
Why do you conjure up wonderful dreams, that will only haunt you when they break.
Why don't you see that love was an illusion, love is a waste of time.
You
"The Old Man's Rant" by CenaFenrier
<sub>There are so many true things in this
depressing story that one wants to change
the world, and themselves, for the better
right after reading it.


Featured by julietcaesar</sub>
CarouselCarousel</b>
It spins around and around, the colors blurring and smearing together as though an artist turned on the blend filter. Ceramic, plaster, plastic, paint, long faces, huge grins, gnarled saddles and flanks, backs humped and ears chipped. The artificial ponies spin around, their grins never dissapating, no matter how ill their masters become.
I wanna go home.
"Why would you want to do that?" the horse's head turns all the way around, cracked neck extending, muzzled face brushing against hers, "Are you not happy here?"
The little girl clutches the twisted candy-colored pole with knobby fingers and looks around at the faces around her, all possessing the same enigmatically cheerful smile as the horse beneath her. They crane their necks simultaneously to give her a better view as the crowd blurs around her.
I don't like it here.
"Why would you leave when here you can live forever?"
Never-Never Land, always out of reach but inescapable once found.
The littl
"Carousel" by Imbreum
_{With good pacing and reversed stereotypes,
this short, interesting story gives the idea
of carousels a refreshingly evil twist. So,
next time, watch out for those horses!}



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