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Daily Lit Deviations for January 28^th, 2013

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Poetry

_{Featured by: betwixtthepages}
Fill in the blank.Sometimes people leave 
these why-sized holes in our lives
after they depart.
Fill in the blank. by projectilewordvomit

<sub>With an inventive use of word-choice, Fill in the blank.
by projectilewordvomit gets to the heart of reality with a bitter-tasting
truth: sometimes, there's no reason people leave. Sometimes, they just do.


Featured by: LionesseRampant</sub>
Untitled1.
inexplicable things
that we sense
like wings fluttering
in the shadows
or chest rising with the effort
of feeling
crystal chandeliers
so fragile in the wind
shards of memory
piercing the stillness
and screams silenced
with agony
the lashes to our eyes
hurt and bleed
come again
and wound me
so close to breaking
I can see the cracks.
they widen
and begin to disintegrate
the holes patched
the pain "forgotten"
(as if things
like that can just go away)
I see light
cold and clear through dry eyelashes
whispers in the ink
and music that sings
2.
inexplicable things
darling and sweet
unmistakable
…and there
I see the light in your eyes
I hear your warm heart
I know your thoughts
…I feel you here
there it is
on the raven's wings:
happiness…
on the feathers of pain
I can see the black
far away
but always close
as a dream (nightmare)
I am not lost
I can see beauty
light is fun to watch…
dancing in the eddies
hands are warm
inviting
"Untitled" by Ink-Singer

_{The imagery in this poem is sharp and piercing; catching hold of the
reader's mind, leading them to things they've never thought about before.}

Prose

_{Featured by xlntwtch}
Lies.Her skin was so tight and crisp and with my touch it seemed like it melted away.
It was the color of caramel.
On her breasts there were goosebumps, as i brush my hand against it.
Her smell filled my nostrils and over took my senses.
She was there sitting in front of me. Begging me to eat her.
I must have her.
I undressed her hungrily, biting her, savoring her.
For i have waited to long for my princess.
With a tug, here there, her meat slipped away from her bone as she gave in to my lust.
"MICHAEL are you done with your fried chicken?!
Uh... Yes ma!"
And like that he left her naked and alone.
Lies by talkin-silence

<sub>A good little vignette with a fine twist at the end.
Solid writng helps this piece stand out.


Featured by doodlerTM</sub>
. becoming a mermaidthe thing about mermaids, i must explain, is that they are not always born in the sea.
i.
nothing.
it was nothing, she reminds herself, leaning precariously over the prim white balcony. the breathing ocean moans and sighs, sighs and moans against the fragile coastline.
all of this is nothing and it is everything.
she takes one, two, three bitter sips with a wince and leaves the salt air to find her sterile, cold bedroom. the new year is cursed, she decides as she falls limp and helpless into the wild mess of sheets that swallow her small body whole.
(she closes her eyes and imagines the pale blankets to be rugged waves, breathing and gasping, gasping and breathing across, around, inside of her bones. they pull her deeper, deeper, deeper, like the myths of once-mermaids dissolving into sea-foam. she can almost feel herself become the ocean, when…)
ii.
real or illusion; was it a memory, a dream, a hallucination?
"why?" he had asked her.
"everyone deserves to know if they are loved," s
becoming a mermaid by illusively

<sub>A twisting prose-poem that manages to show the pains
of love through the fantastical exploration of mermaids.


Suggested by: Vigilo
Featured by: SilverInkblot</sub>

To His Coy Mistress[es]i. earl and lady grey
gentle kin,
you have often graced me with your soft-spoken company, bergamot blossoms adorning your dark hair, fragrant as your steamy exhalations. you remind me of simple home and something untouchably elegant, pale and supple when i dress your skin with pallid cream and soften your thin, graceful hands. on a bleak winter evening, snow glittering by lamplight, you are a royal pleasure: a warm complement.
ii. darjeeling
bengali goddess,
i will lay you on the finest saris, those embroidered with gold threads and flawless diamonds that shimmer like your black eyes. you are the champagne of my harem, floral yet astringent, fine-boned cheeks seeking nothing less than perfection. your tiger soul knows your worth, seductive and mysterious; in the autumn, you remind me of leaves ripe with color, falling from my desperate touch: a distant lover.
iii. chamomile
virginal flower,
you are the sun's daughter birthed by soil, a celestial soothing who blooms
To His Coy Mistress[es] by glossolalias

_{Overflowing with details that engage all the senses,
these delightful letters will be savored by tea lovers.}


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