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Daily Lit Deviations for February 14^th, 2013

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Poetry

_{Featured by: betwixtthepages}
it only lasts a little whileat the bottom
there is
love
little hands
dissolving themselves
in the desperate
sunlight & waves
cut by ships
and continents
open
suspended
trembling as the water
passes through
hollow bodies restless
& agile
waiting for the sun
it only lasts a little while by insomniaplague

<sub>A Valentines Day poem with a
bit of a twist--the subject is sure
to catch readers by surprise!
it only lasts a little while, by
insomniaplague, is a lovely read!


Suggested by: doodlerTM
Featured by: LionesseRampant</sub>
ways i have been worni. mists
like a vapor.
a wisp about a finger
flexed
missized
missteps
and exhaled
like cosmic debts.
ii. plains
like a drought.
the rush for everpresent
shade
unstable
unmade
the silence
of desperate haste.
iii. seas
like a flood.
a tide without a valid
crest
obtuse
obsessed
the collapse
of a crush immense.
iv. snows
like the first.
a taste of infinity's
breadth
unsure
unsaid
and betrayed
by a depth unmet.
v. universes
like the vast.
the promise of intertwined
rest
imbued
impressed
a design
beyond history's test.
"ways i have been worn" by gliitchlord

<sub>Suggester says: "A deep sort of
poem that uses words and rhythm
in a way that is simply breathtaking."


Featured by: betwixtthepages</sub>
:thumb353491242:
Ann Arbor Is by writer-of-moments

_{Ann Arbor Is, by writer-of-moments,
is filled with beautiful and unique
imagery. This spoken word piece
will make readers think about their
favorite city or town in a different way.}

Prose

_{Featured by xlntwtch}
The Medium - Bit 9Kim got up and tiptoed closer, putting her hand on the doorknob and pressing her eye to the peephole.
“Password?”
“Oh, lay off! You expect me to remember a different one every day? Bull corn.”
She pulled back the bolt and opened the door.
“Hey, Zeb.”
Zeb was a beanpole of a cowboy, clad head to foot in worn denim and black leather. He removed his straw Stetson before stepping in, boot heels clacking on the tile just inside the door. A bulging backpack squished as it hit the floor. His hat went on top of a pile of books, and his jean jacket went on top of it, and he hooked his broad, blunt thumbs behind his belt.
Kim frowned at the backpack. “Is that it?”
“Coyote’s bringing the cooler up the elevator. I came up first to scout things out. You better have a damn good explanation for this, Kimmy.”
Zeb loomed up to stare at the filthy lump on the couch, who didn’t move.
“I found him at that Rocky Heights place,
The Sparrow's Fall - Bit 9 by QuiEstInLiteris

<sub>Part of longer work, this glimpse
into a terrific writer's take on the
supernatural is worth the read.
Every word is both exciting and
somehow elegant at the same time.


Featured by xlntwtch</sub>

Inappropriate by beeswingblue

_{Prose by a poet, a departure
from this writer's usual poetry.
The piece is short, to the point
and irresistibly funny, inappropriate or not.}



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