Daily Lit Deviations for February 9^th, 2011

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Poetry

_{Featured by spoems}
I'll love you like water.I don't know
how old you are, but I love the years you've lived.
Your hand against my cheek,
a flutter of age and fear-
I know
I can't keep you with me.
I can't make you better.
I can't ease your furrowed brow.
The permanent creases, your beautiful face.
I have seen you young.
I've seen the black and white photographs
off kilter in their frames.
decorating manila walls, haloing your plush rocking chair.
Don't be scared
your back will stop hurting.
your heart will stop hurting.
your eyebrows will grow in
your hair will grow long
               and I will love you like water
               I will love you like breathing
               effortlessly, gently.
We will swim together. We will melt the hours.
          
I'll love you like water. by winterbelle

<sub>This poem really pulls on our sense of affectionate
caring, with the seamless artistry invisibly
causing one's heart to miss a beat.


Featured by bowie-loon123</sub>
I do not loveI do not love
like an oil well,
with its black
and greasy mutterings:
I am a pit,
I have but a small stone
for a mouth.
it sighs and rattles
against my tongue.
I swallow it like
resentment.
this is my talisman,
my small
clustered hatred.
I cannot love you
while it chokes
in my throat.
I do not love by toxic-nebulae

<sub>This piece is direct, powerful and painfully honest.
toxic-nebulae tells of unrequited love with
precision and raw emotion. The tone is fitting
for the subject and nothing is sugarcoated.


Featured by apple-dark</sub>
I Used To Be A FoxTo be a fox again, slender was my frame for once in my adult years,
the fat of my gluttony shed for a moment, like the athletic child I'd been.
Still, so hungry I bit and bat at the terrified rabbits, snapping a neck,
and so I began to eat a dear old friend of mine, none the wiser, poor Julia.
On the eve of our downfall, the cities stopped their incessant buzzing,
Rockets froze in the air, vapour and fire became a beautiful thing.
Some tired, bored creator, caught in a moment of whimsy,
Shifted our souls from one thing to the next, a wonderful game it must have been.
As a grasshopper, I perched on a tear in a paper door, playing my new instrument,
Strong smells, bamboo, earth and smoke. I was a nuisance,
My song was loud and urgent, I wanted attention.
As a cow my heart wept for my stolen children, belly fat again, I was swollen.
My integrity lost, imprisoned yet free to wander under the weight of pending execution;
Due date unknown.
I was no less alive than the grass I consumed so fev
I Used To Be A Fox by Hello-Please

_{One is left in awe wondering what could be the thing
that led to the poet's downfall with "Julia" and the birth
of the resulting work.  We would be reincarnated more
often if we could always look at our lives and realize they
had as much poetic resonance as Hello-Please observes here.}

Prose

_{featured by inknalcohol}
Nervous Man in a $4 Room"Just relax, sweetheart. Here, let me help you with that."
The nameless woman un-does my belt, un-tucks my shirt, and un-buttons it. I am un-aroused. The idea of tonight was to get you out of my mind, get your sweet touch off of my body, to replace it with a meaningless one.
"You want me to take my top off?"
She reveals her breasts before I can answer- or cringe at- her question.The veined skin bounces near my face as she grinds her lap into mine. I count the stretch marks.
"Yeah, you like that?"
Dear God, she needs to stop talking, it's ruining the shadow of a "mood". But yes, I do like it. I like that she's the exact opposite of you. Desperate, yet cold. Miles away from your warmth and love. She's moving against my most sensitive areas, and I feel only slight physical arousal. You would give me a single look, a single touch, and my body, my mind, would set ablaze for an eternity.
"Oh fuck yeah, you want your little whore to go down on you?"
I feel I should mention that I did not stoo
Nervous Man in a $4 Room by Wifeh

<sub>An oddly romantic story with a narrator
that you just can't help but love.


Featured by KneelingGlory</sub>

Mature Content

The Sculptor by mreid973

_{The relationship between artists and their muses
has been described in several ways over the centuries.
mreid973 brings us an ethereal interpretation made
tangible in this beautifully written piece of flash fiction.}



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