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Daily Lit Deviations for May 9^th, 2013

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Poetry

_{Suggested by: nosedivve
Featured by: LionesseRampant}
summer homei've rearranged the rooms of my chest
to make room for you.
i won't say it didn't hurt
to make myself your Adam;
removing rib
after rib
until you found a comfortable perch.
there, beneath my unguarded breast,
you construct your nest of
every lovely thing you've come to love
about me
(while the rest of me flaps wildly
like moth wings against the cold walls
of my exposed heart).
i should've known you'd leave
when winter froze me.
don't apologize [for the ache].
you kept the beautiful bits of me
warm
(while they died).
"summer home" by Hfeather53

<sub>Suggester says: "A remarkably beautiful
poem. The word choice was strong and
powerful, which helped make the meaning
very well-executed. Also, the poem takes
a few common ideas and turns it into
something fresh. This poem definitely
stands out from the crowd. "


Featured by: LadyofGaerdon</sub>
Dance of the (rainbow) white, rainbowBedecked in white, she came,
Silent footsteps melted as she beckoned;
'To winter cometh thee' said she,                                                              
And taunting, teasing uttered: 'Thou cans't resist me';
Come stay a while in my silent, calm and quiet woods,
Come rest a while, lay your weary head upon my drifts;
I'll crown thee with my flakes,
Resplendent jewels of heaven made;
And finest flutes of old oak trunks I'll play,
Sing a mournful tune of old, with wolves for baritones
And creaking of the branches, under heavy load, for rhythm;
Come Play my love,
Your crown of fire dazzles me, even if it burns,
Your footsteps melt my heart as new shoots upwards strain;
You bring the deer and robins, dear, to chatter in my ear,
And whilst my muse is soft and fragrant linen, yours is water through a prism, dear;
***
Assembled footsteps, danced together in the round, in the middle met
***
I'll Play my love, play the game of old;
As all good elves are told, as soon as it gets cold
Dance of the (rainbow) white, rainbow by ChildoftheBeat

<sub>With enchanting images and words,
and lyrical, spell-like rhythm, this
poem is gorgeous and magical, just
like the image that inspired it.


Featured by: SilverInkblot</sub>

How To Live In Half by Asherlee0099

_{Learning to live without is easier
said than done, as this eloquent
poem demonstrates by juxtaposing
a bad habit against the sense of loss.}

Prose

_{Featured by xlntwtch}

Smokin' by TheMoorMaiden

<sub>Short and sweet fiction about
why a particular sort of person
chooses her own poison.


Featured by xlntwtch</sub>
To Write A StoryMy brain felt like a bomb- any second it could simply explode. I tried my hardest to think of something, something to write but I couldn’t! A little massage, some cookies, soda; none of them worked. It was getting late, and a story had to be written.
“How do people write stories so fast?!” I said aloud, raising both fists into the air.
“Shut up!” was my divine reply. Now dad wanted to know why he was never in my stories.
I had to write another one. What were some ideas? I decided to start simply. I could write a story about my dog Pluto! Nope, did that already. Many times already. Cross that out. What about my first bikes ride! Nope, can’t do that. Too many details to describe. The playground, the gash on my knee, my father’s face- way too many details that I’d rather not go into. Everything around me seemed to become blank. I was stuck, nowhere to go. I was in the middle of a Borgesian Universe, where I was living in a nightmare I hadn
To Write a Story by Pauper-Circumstance

_{Many writers suffer from a little thing
called writer's block. This circuitous
and funny flash fiction may teach
several how to get started again.}



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