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Daily Lit Deviations for November 15th, 2012


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Poetry


Featured by: LadyofGaerdon
Fallen Scent .collab.Remember back when we would
Skip math class to go and
Have a cigarette behind the school?
[Things sure changed fast]
the stale smell always stuck to my clothes
I tried washing it off, and yet it still clung to me
I tried washing you off, and yet you still held on too tight
Somehow, I knew your image in my mind would never feel quite right

Sometimes I like to imagine
That we never really met
[And it makes things better for a little while]
I’d spray myself with perfume
The cheap kind you’d find lying around at the back of your wardrobe
And for the shortest length of time, I’d bathe myself in the comfort and scent of faux lavender
Before the smell faded, and I would be forced to bitterly begin to remember

I’d remember back when we used to be pretty, and
When nothing except us mattered
[It’s so hard pretending
That I don’t miss everything about you]
Back in the autumn
When the trees shone in their gold
Then the winter came, and you lost your b

Fallen Scent .collab. by maidenofwar

Aching with longing, lost chances and
hopes, this poem hits you like a
piercing autumn wind, and stays with you
like swirling whispers of scent-memory.



Suggested by: EmmyIsAZebra
Featured by: DrippingWords

lukewarmshe had the kind of voice
that seemed to be stuck
in the hour of four o'clock
in the morning - soft
and tired and luring,
mumbling her way through
subways and tunnel lights
all pale yellow with noise.
there was tea and long baths
and longer absences,
hiccups of breath
the best
she could do.
long springs and
longer falls,
one equinox to the next
and still the bad
was never that bad
and the good
was never that
good,
and she continues to hum
the birds continue to sing
the apples continue to
grow  and
sour and
fall,
and bury themselves
again.

"lukewarm" by fervvent

Suggester says: "The first four lines
did me in but the language in this
piece kept me reading till the very end."



Suggested by: alapip
Featured by: thetaoofchaos

7 November 2012
If you should capture
the whole of my last breath,
I will dwell in you
with contentment,
for a portion of a moment.
If you should share
the whole of your next breath,
I will dwell with you
in them, contented still,
for a portion of a moment.
If all should release
the whole of our breaths,
We will dwell everywhere
with all, more content
for all our forevers.

7 November 2012 by wh0rem0ans

Per the suggester: 
"a sentiment, peaceful 
and perfect, quite 
sublime I think."



Prose


Featured by doodlerTM
HolesIn the last few weeks, Andy had heard almost all of the veterans of his department talk about the crazy shit they had gone through. It had become a tradition really, to regale the rookie with the golden classics. And though they spread into a number of categories - shootouts, drug busts, betting rings and even the one time Officer Davenport had managed to get his ass kicked by a thirteen year old pick pocket - they all had one thing in common. That is to say that they were still solidly within the realm of sanity.
Right now Andy would have done anything to be in the middle of a crisis. To cringe as the phones rang non-stop and to pay attention and follow the orders barked out as they frantically suited up. He was willing to sell anything, perhaps even his soul, anything to keep from having to watch the walls bleed a vivid green.
Opening his eyes after counting to ten hadn't helped. Neither had taking a nap which had been his original solution. At first he had thought it to be paint. Bu

Holes by kiwi2191

A story that uses illusions
and an unreliable narrator to
weave a one-of-a-kind plot.



Featured by doodlerTM
Caught Beneath the LandslideSometimes, I thank God that I cannot smile.  Days like today, happy would just be too difficult to fake.  I'm not depressed, I'm just in pain.  Depression is a mental disorder, and pain is what happens when you get hurt.  I am hurting a lot lately, but that is life.  Isn't it?
Life is being terrified.  It is wondering every night if tomorrow will be the day that the guy you live with finally kills you.  You don't want to die but sometimes you just wish he would go ahead and do it so you won't have to suffer anymore.  And the people you confide to, they don't understand.  It's easy to say it, but you can't be the reason your kids father is locked up.  What would that do to them?
Life is when the one person you loved more than anything tells you that you would make a good whore, because you want attention.  Then you beat yourself up for saying you needed attention when what you r

Caught Beneath the Landslide by MySocksRock

In "Caught Beneath the Landslide,"
MySocksRock opens up herself
in great and revealing prose.



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