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Daily Lit Deviations for February 22^nd, 2012

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Poetry

_{Featured by spoems}
Islands of LoomExpository love handles discriminate the prosperous curvature of mated torsos, declined
                                         Minimal beats on the rise
Torrential directories impoverished in the lucid inlay of motor functions risen where they manifest, assigned
                                         On the terminal slide, got mine
Set alive with the masturbatory dance floor hues that whittle and smear akin to war choreography scintillating victimized moans that strangle distress, in stride
               
Islands of Loom by SnowmenLikeToWrite

<sub>Gorgeous stream of consciousness piece soaking with insight.


Featured by spoems</sub>
10:18 to VictorySticky sour air
Unmentionably close
Friday night metro
10:18 to Victory by goddess-of-ravens

_{Short form verse that bottles the social uneasiness of circumstantial physicality.}

Prose

_{Featured by: SilverInkblot}
The Water TowerThe sun must've really hated the state of Florida that day, because by 9am it was well over 90 degrees. Luckily, we humans have this wonderful way of changing our surroundings instead of adapting like the rest of the animal kingdom, so my mom and I were fighting in a nice, air-conditioned house instead of outside in the overwhelming heat.
What we were fighting about, I wasn't sure. All I know was that mom was mad and when mom was mad things tended to get loud. So, as she was ranting about how I never helped around the house (which, unfortunately, I couldn't deny), I was leashing up my dog. She didn't notice what I was doing until it was too late.
"You come back here!" she yelled.
In response I slammed door.
By the time I reached the end of my driveway, I considered going back. It was hot, and unless I wanted to go swimming with the alligators at our neighborhood pond, I wasn't going to have any contact with water anytime soon.
Plus I wasn't sure how safe it was for an eight-year-old to
The Water Tower by Irrelephantlovesyou

<sub>Childhood imaginings, or legitimate horror story? You decide. Either way, you're left with a fantastic story with a truly believable narrator.


Featured by shebledgreenink</sub>
WhenWhen the guards come for you, you know what's coming next. It's the price you paid for standing up for yourself, your only family left to you, and the only thing more important than anyone else's ambitions- the people who rely upon you.
When they drag you from the house you were hiding in, you can only guess where they'd be taking you, but what you do know is that wherever the destination is, nothing is surprising anymore.
When they finally stop at the outskirts of the city, they lead you to the edge of the river banks. They recite their words again, but you hear none of it. All you see is the guard tower on the other side of the bank against an increasingly dusky sky, and as you look up into the fading blue expanse, at the first dim twinkling of the stars, you hear nothing but your own voice as the rushing builds up in your ears. These men aren't meant for this work. They are not meant for this work. But Ma'at will be mine. Ma'at will make my murderer mine. Ma'at will see justice done
When by kalamarizoo

_{Although the character and the faith are not entirely real, the story of devotion, persecution, and vindication is only too relevant to reality.}

Foreign Language

_{Featured by shebledgreenink}
Triste fleurArpentant les chemins
Qu'embaument les jasmins,
Remuant ses idées
Le voilà qui s'arrête
Cueillant une pensée.
Ici point de pâquerettes
Qui dans son âme croissent
En chassant l'angoisse ;
Tout n'y est qu'éphémères
Retournant à la terre.
Triste fleur by :devpititjo:

_{Poignant and subtle. Indeed, not everything is ephemeral, as the second-to-last line says, and that definitely includes sorrow.}


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