Daily Literature Deviations - March 19th, 2009

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Prose


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"The Undying Valor" by ButterscotchWM



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"The Hunted-Predator and Prey" by Changing-Heart



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Velvet Veins by innocent-shiver




Visual Poetry


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"change" by dakkyman




Foreign Language


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Zhi Yao Er Yu Wang WoSimplified Chinese
只要尔欲望我
我把握尔 把握发 把握裆
穿系小完美兰 饥的接吻樱桃吻
我们包互相像丝绸
横卧脸颊触摸颊 在錶云云漂游
呼号爱情往霄
只要尔欲望我
Traditional Chinese
只要 爾 慾望 我
我 把握 爾  把握 髮  把握 襠
穿 係小 完美 蘭
饑的 接吻 櫻桃 吻
我們 包 互相 像 絲綢
橫臥 臉頰 觸摸 頰
在錶 雲雲 漂游
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"Zhi Yao Er Yu Wang Wo" by Scarlatti





Poetry


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"Fear Of Ruined Friend Ship" by maro1990



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DogmaThis is how I think of you:
     That you are made of wide-frame glasses,
     vegetables and dismissals; that you watch
     Dogma and you do not know why they
     bothered making the movie and then ask me to
     put in something depressing so you can cry again.
This is how I dream of you:
     That you are standing outside of a residence hall
     in the winter without any shoes; that you have no hair anymore
     because your niece had leukemia and you cut it
     all off to spite disease; that you flay your arms into
     seventeen parts and I wake up screaming.
And most of all, this is how I feel you:
     That you smell like the innards of a gull, all
     lonely and grey; that even
Dogma by ejectionletter



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SynesthesiaImpatience peels from your voice like chocolate shavings –  
thin, dark and tenuous with an aftertaste of sweetness,
an intoxicating allure that piques my curiosity glands.
“It hasn’t come yet” is the statement, but the subtext,
citrus-sharp, like lemon zest, is unmistakable:
“Why?” it begs, “Where is it?”
Lemon-chocolate seduces my senses;
my answer is the crackling sheen of crème brûleé:
“it’ll come. Be patient.” I know you sense it,
the warm, creamy subtext waiting beneath your hovering spoon.
Two more days you’ll live in the saccharine souring of impatience,
Two more days I'll cool behind my crumbling crust.
For now, silence gushes over our tongues –
ice water cleansing our palates as we wait for more.
"Synesthesia" by aillesdors



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"flagrant" by Satah



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"Sun of man" by moondrunk



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