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Daily Lit Deviations for January 22^nd, 2013

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Poetry

_{Featured by: LadyofGaerdon}
into the sea belowa lock on a door, in a place well-known
the withered-windy-whisper wood, whickered-flickered candlelight
soft illuminations and hints of dazzling-decked, twin-leafed
cardinal vascular canvas.
a musical blend of blue and grey.
--
the lock on a door, in a place well-worn
beneath the melancholy-painted, cerulean-white cliffs
and the tri-pigment, undertone-hued sky
never can meet with its widow-burned key.
singular musical drops unwittingly fly
only to fragment and fall
into the sea below.

into the sea below by emster85

<sub>The innovative use of language
and rhythm rolls deliciously off
the tongue of the reader, whether
the words are read aloud or not.


Featured by: betwixtthepages</sub>
snippets 11-01-2013
(on blue-lined paper with a dark blue ink stain)
spiderweb memories
and another i will not trust:
swipe his eyes shut
and leave me to hang.
5-01-2013
(on torn printing paper)
sometimes i feel a flicker,
almost like an artificial light before it dies
or perhaps
the sun as it peeks out from a break
between murky storm clouds.
11-01-2013
(on blue-lined paper, aligned to the right)
portrayed without a
voice,
the cardboard barriers are
collapsing silently –
almost as if
the only resistance you
can claim is the
one you create and store
secretively behind
your bitter-brittle collarbone.
17-01-2013
(on the back of a library receipt)
the blades are waiting,
my resolve wavering:
the darkness howls for
something new to
devour.
18-01-2013
(on the back of a hold's notice for The Girl who Played with Fire)
do you think purposeful
carelessness
( baked skin, red as a
sugar-crazy lollipop;
swollen blisters on the
backs of my feet, rubbed
raw to bloodied patches;
walking bare and flat-f
snippets 1 by jikivigoig

<sub>This collection of snippets, complete
with a note about what each was written on,
gives readers an intriguing glance into the
mind--and creative use of whatever's available
to write on--of the every day poet.


Suggested by: AMWeitz
Featured by: spoems</sub>
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stoned by owensprayer

_{Per the suggester: "Who knew drugs could
be so...beautiful? With its beautiful lyrical
feel, double meanings, subtle patterns, plays
on words and gorgeous diction, "stoned" is a
wonderfully crafted piece of literature
that deserves to be read."}

Prose

_{Suggested by: SCFrankles
Featured by: SilverInkblot}
Homestory(In private with a dictionary-)
home|body
    ˈ~ brew
        ˈ~-ˌcin·e·ma
    ˈ~ ˌcook·ing
  ˈ~like
            ~stead
Homestory by fantom125

<sub>Suggester: "A possibly unique work
of literature - a six word story that
is also a piece of found poetry. A great
concept well executed."


Suggested by TheBrassGlass
Featured by xlntwtch</sub>
Makeshift GingerbreadThe makeshift gingerbread house sat on the table. Tracie had cobbled it together out of graham crackers and a wide variety of candy pieces. Spree pieces decorated the front, while candy corn adorned the roof. Gum drops, a necessity for a gingerbread house, had been placed on the top and around the house; she had stuck pieces of candy cane on the sides of the house. What Tracie considered to be the centerpiece, however, were the sour patch kids whom she had placed as though they were walking into the house.
Despite the fact that the house was crooked and did not look like one of the box sets that her boyfriend had wanted her to buy, Tracie was pretty proud of what she had made. Just out of what I found in the cupboards, she thought. Imagine that!
As she turned her back on her creation to wash her hands and start doing the dishes, she heard a key turn in the lock and the front door open. "Hey, Eric!" she called out, not looking up from her task.
Eric took his boots off, wet and slushy wi
Makeshift Gingerbread by Creativity-Squared

_{Suggester says: A sweet story
(no pun intended!) with a good
message at heart.}






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_{Prepared by: spoems}