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Daily Lit Deviations for April 15th, 2013
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Suggested by: *homunculus888
Featured by: `TwilightPoetess
Nightmares.I tend to sleep
clutching my chest
my head under a pillow
to keep the monsters
I would rather have them inside
feasting on my intestines
then abandon them to the night
That way I at the very least
have something to keep me
Nightmares. by ~ghearradh
There is a subtle, intriguing sense of mystery to this piece
by ~ghearradh that will draw you in and keep you enthralled.
The twist at the end will leave readers gasping, begging for more.
Featured by: `SilverInkblot
judgementif you could see the bulletholes,
the brittle bones,
or if you could see me on a saturday,
with a cigarette between my lips,
a handwritten note clenched
in one fist, that contains
only a single word
would you still smile
when you saw me on your porch
judgement by ~alternativemeanings
A gentle lesson in perspective.
Featured by ~doodlerTM
Of Birds and Wings.Mr. Chuges was a man that didn't like going astray--he had never strayed from the normality of life and would never plan to, that's for sure. He was a man who would rather expect what would follow to having to deal with surprises and turbulances. Mundane prosaism was enough for him to be satisfied. His appearance gave out that much; mahogany, dull eyes which reflected no light, no life, looked through a pair of perfectly-squared, thick glasses. His lips were usually set on a hard line, their corners never lifting up to even fake a smile. A short, pointed beard covered the tip of his chin, giving him an austere look that made his students flinch in fear. Being wrinkled, his face was the proof he had completed at least fifty years of his life, even though none of them had been eventful. Whenever he spoke, his voice indicated no feeling, no emotion. To one, it sounded like it was emanating from a deep, hollow cell as he narrated today's Latin Lesson. He was lifeless. Moving automatically
Of Birds and Wings by ~LadyOfSilver
An insightful and inspirational vignette
about destiny and the journey of life.
Featured by: `SilverInkblot
His Big BreakAssigned a non-speaking role.
His Big Break by ~SCFrankles
~SCFrankles is always ready with a clever pun,
even when limited to six words.
Featured by ~shebledgreenink
DieseQue devient l'harmonie quand la clé du bonheur
Joue sur une mélodie faite d'accords mineurs
Quand tant d'altérations détruisent notre armure
Et que la division, du temps, bat la mesure
Que deviennent les notes hors de notre portée
Ces airs que l'on chuchote sans pouvoir les chanter
Surchargés de syncopes et autres contretemps
D'un tempo qui galope sans unité de temps
Nos deux tempéraments ont détruit notre gamme
Fait de nos instruments les quintes de nos âmes
Et si notre phrasé a gagné en mordant
Nous avons égaré nos plus beaux ornements
Pourrons-nous rapprocher nos deux tons diatoniques
Et les réajuster sur l'échelle harmonique
Pourrons-nous réécrire notre histoire musicale
Sans l'ombre d'un soupir et sans un point final
Diese by .pascal-prevost
The metaphor of music is a trite one,
but .pascal-prevost uses it expertly in this poem.
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