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Daily Lit Deviations for November 8th, 2012

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Suggested by: doodlerTM
Featured by: DrippingWords

and zero is the biggestraspberry thorns piercing through membranes
of adroit ballerinas with pointe shoes,
bones smashed against the wood;
they are mangled bodies of birds with suitcases tucked in their wings
phrases spilling from their lips:
(i might lose important papers)
scattered along with liquefied brains on the floor.
he was so afraid, that his immune system was having a seizure,
(its brain was falling apart [birds, birds, birds])
and they opened up the zeroth dimension
(you're the biggest zero out there)
infinity upon infinity, negatives, and ten.
among the scattered papers, she will dance with you again

"and zero is the biggest" by jaani-androphile

Suggester says: "Emotions and imagery
flow together beautifully in this poem -
it has so much to say in an abstract way."

Suggested by: intricately-ordinary
Featured by: SilverInkblot

He Will Have cause to Regret by Fires-of-Winter

Suggester: "The process of time
in this is impeccable. The dialogue
is interspersed so perfectly, this
poem lodges deep within your heart."

Suggested by: Hfeather53
Featured by: DrippingWords

"I'm Lying To Myself Again" by SovereignSin

Suggester says: "I love the 
progression this takes. I love how 
nicely it flows and how such dark 
emotions are written beautifully."


Featured by doodlerTM
Your Three o' Clock is HereI sometimes put Tabasco sauce on my food. Not because I like Tabasco, mind you. Frankly, I despise the stuff. No, I do it because it makes everything delightfully chaotic for a while. The overwhelming taste on my tongue, the intense need of a drink to obliterate it, the moment of utter sadness at the fact that my food has become entirely inedible. All is wrong, all is lost, and oh, where is my salvation in the form of a water glass? Then it's over. Everything lines up once more; I'll live to eat another unsullied meal on another day.
I jump into fountains, too. Clothes on and everything. Oh, and I sometimes burst into song in the elevator or the waiting room at the doctor's office.
"Look at that girl," people say. "How crazy she is, or how brave. How little she cares about social norms. She lives in the moment!"
Yes, that girl certainly does. They all go about the rest of the day, the rest of their lives, never knowing that the girl who lives in the moment is as much of a moment

Your Three o' Clock is Here by eloquensartifex

A unique story with a chaotic and fresh
main character who seems to consistently
break the fourth wall and reveal much about
herself through random-seeming prose.

Featured by xlntwtch
SeasideWaves crash outside the French window.
They stir up the dark polished wooden drawing room of the single-floored beachside cottage.  Lace curtains pulled back to savour the salt tang and the cream-coloured dunes waver and shiver in a cold wind.  The north wind is coming off the gigantic swells and wine-dark sea blackening with the fleet of clouds sailing over his house, over the still crystal beach.  
There's a storm coming.
A table sits against the massive thrown-open window, darkening with the gloom.  Such power!  Such fury is about to be unleashed across the seashore!  Even from his high-backed chair, with his shoulder chilled from sitting at the window for hours, he can feel the electric power of the fleet gathering overhead.
Rock features in his thoughts; heavy rocks, thick and ancient and eternally taking an eternal beating from brine and whitecaps.  Out past the point, past the little grove of windswept trees w

Seaside by DodgingTheBeat

Sensuous and fine flash fiction
about the sea and an artist who
strives to paint the ocean's
strength and her horizon.

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xlntwtch Featured By Owner Nov 7, 2012   Writer
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