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Daily Lit Deviations for December 13th, 2012
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Featured by: thetaoofchaos
Smoking Out Another Story - Found Poetry by Flutingspirit
with a wry edge.
Featured by: TwilightPoetess
The railway childrensorry for arriving late on the train to life.
i made you wait
and waiting you stood, clad in grey
you were faceless among cherry blossoms of red
the train pulled in at 12 o’clock
but i don’t know if that’s midnight or midday anymore
this journey has taken an ice age.
those catholic-oil-painting clouds have
forgotten my name
and i’d say i mind but really i don’t
because you still waited for my train
all the same.
for one moment there i swear we chugged
through ponds of weeds and dragonflies
and i caught one and pulled off its wings
grounded it to a crane fly state
then spat it back up in life’s careless face
and still this pathetic train chugged on
at a thousand miles an hour
into the sun.
occasionally i could feel lava
eating at the metal of this carriage and
i wasn’t scared
i promise i wasn’t
because through the clouds of smoke and steam
you were still running faithfully
beside me through that clogged carriage window
The railway children by iamalazycapricorn
Reminiscent of Emily Dickinson's
Because I Could Not Stop for Death,
iamalazycapricorn explores the ideas of
forever and transcendent loves in this piece.
Suggested by: Parsat
Featured by: LadyofGaerdon
Tears stream down your face
like holy water, searing skin,
blessed by old, forgotten truths
and cheeks of rosy porcelain.
Solitary thoughts stand out,
like winter's barren trees.
Tainted with corruption by
the cyst of your deficiencies
and the tumor of your discontents,
(I don't care to excise them by name.)
Sarcoma to sarcophagus,
they're buried much the same.
For what you cannot bear to say
is swallowed by the dark
and swampy waters of your soul,
ignored, to leave their mark.
Tears crowd in your eyes and threaten
quick to stain your cheek.
Pure emotion, unresolved,
exhausts your will to speak.
Serene smile lifts the hopes
of those who stand beside you.
Happiness that knows no bounds,
at last explodes inside you.
The corners of your starry eyes
lend proof to outward signs
of joy that comes in rivulets
and leaves in salty lines.
No matter what the reason be
that cause your eyes to swell,
there is a sacredness in tears
that each of us know well.
Overwhelmed by MozartsNemesis
A wondrous blend of
emotion and imagery,
allusion and illusion.
Suggested by Eremitik
Featured by xlntwtch
Drinking in The AfterlifeFor someone who had killed herself, she was awfully cheerful. She was sitting at a small, one-person table in the corner of the pub, twiddling her hair and giggling. There was a bottle of beer on the tabletop. If I hadn't known that it was untouched, I would have thought she was drunk.
"Something amusing?" I asked, having walked up to her.
She jumped and looked towards me, her eyes finding mine. She smiled somewhat sheepishly. She was such a pretty girl. Why she'd killed herself, I couldn't imagine.
"I just can't believe this," she said. "Who'd have thought there'd be pubs in the afterlife?"
I nodded in understanding. "Indeed."
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then reached out and touched her beer. She picked it up, then set it back down. "I was worried there for a while," she mused. "Suicide being a mortal sin and all. Thought I'd end up in a lake of fire or something."
"If you don't mind my asking," I said, "why did you take your own life? If memory serves me right, you ha
Drinking in the Afterlife by TheEmptyChest
Suggester said: This is solid and
decent story telling with bits of
the unexpected in it. I agree.
Suggested by violetense
Featured by doodlerTM
She reminds you of the wishesIt's not so much that she wants to run away. She just wishes she could feel better -- no, she could be better -- in a place which isn't here. Wherever 'here' is anyway. It's always the wrong place.
She's afraid of the sky. And when you asked her why, she said,
"it just looks so heavy. I'm afraid that one day it will fall
down on me
You could never figure out what she stared at
when she propped her pretty bony elbows on that white windowsill (the paint was chipped but she said that only made it more beautiful, more like home, even though she never quite understood what that word meant) and stayed that way for hours
on end, ignoring the clock
and her surroundings. It was like she had faded out
into a world of her own. And then one day you figured out that she wasn't looking up at that dreaded sky or down at the ground which was too solid for her tastes. She always had this feeling that it would swallow her whole if she let her guard down, and early on already, you w
She reminds you of the wishes by towards-eternity
According to the suggester, this is
"one of the most subtly heartbreaking
pieces (they've) ever read," and
TowardsEternity really does manage
to artfully craft a story of desire with
She reminds you of the wishes."
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