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Daily Lit Deviations for October 19th, 2010
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Poetry
:Suggested: by ~amy-jae
:Featured: by ~1Walkingblind
there's blood on the sheetswhen my nose bleeds you can read my every
thought plain across my stark red hands, doves are
swooping down to lather in my red insecurities, they
want to be as pretty as a cardinal, or a ruby, or a
heart.
stop smelling my hands for butane, when i am
ready to go under i will alert no one first and myself
last. so stop worrying about me when i pluck cells
from my iris, spreading the plague of my emotions
like oysters baking in the sun.
cease being anything more than cells, and tissue
and organs and organ systems and alive. i'm
crumbling your insides into jars made of others and
when i toss you into lakes, if you float to
There's Blood on the Sheets by ~BlueMeadow193
The strange complexity of this poem stuffs
a puffer fish down the throats of the readers
and beckons them to decipher it's meaning in a
limited amount of time. Alternative beauty it
should be called, enticing its audience with perfect word choices.
Featured by !reginadiedraghi
Life in four songs01.
Sitting in the back of the train, life going by so fast, yet so slow. Nothing to see, nothing to talk about.
The same four songs repeated over and over, my head on your shoulder, your head on mine. Almost asleep, we stand up, both at the same time, head back to our seats, closing the glass door, sitting down without touching, in a room of laughter.
Always without words.
We didn't need them.
02.
Laying on my bed, side by side, close enough for our one pair of headphones to reach both of us. Arms barely touching, feet up on the wall. Comfortable and silent, listening to the same four songs, over and over,
barely noticing that we a
Life in Four Songs by ~bluefroggy67
Between love and the sorrow over a missing love,
this poem stands out greatly. The emotions are
rising and falling in a well balanced matter, creating
a very beautiful yet sad atmosphere.
featured by !reginadiedraghi
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Ancient Times by !Cortzan-X
Judging by the beginning of the poem you'd
never expect it to be as dark as it truly is.
It reflects the darkness a man's heart holds through
the eyes of an old father and a young daughter who
wanted to leave with the man she loves.
A very impressive work.
Prose
Featured by: `Halatia
DisorderYou've got to stop doing that.
Seriously, it's getting dangerous.
I could die, you know.
(It's sick how I can sense your presence in a room. It's positively sickening. And once I finally see you, my eyes automatically stick to you, despite how much I don't want to want to. Still, though, it makes more sense than my eyes darting back and forth toward you and away from you, back and forth, unable to restrain myself, looking like the pathetic freak that I am. And you start to walk past me, and there is a moment when the entire human population is deprived. They are all starved, blank, empty homeless children. There is a moment where the angle
"Disorder" by ~lookatyouall
With a beautiful touch of humor,
"Disorder" describes just how dangerous beauty
can be. The tone is perfect, a balance of disgust
and longing, that goes straight to the heart
and rings true.
Featured by: *Miss-S-Bird
MISD: C is for Carat Charles Cott, “Chubby Charlie” to his friends, had found The One. Her name was Carrie, and she was private physician. From the first day they met—she had been giving a lecture on healthy dieting in his Weight Watchers meeting—he loved her. She took his breath away.
30 pounds and a smaller circumference later, Charles and Carrie were in Las Vegas, celebrating their six-month anniversary. However, unbeknownst to Carrie, Charles was going to propose. Charles, being a hopeless romantic, took the night’s plans straight from a movie: they’d eat a ro
"MISD: C is for Carat" by ~Empnezz
This short piece has a black comedic tone to it
circled around the ironic conclusion of the piece.
It is intellegiently constructed, portraying a
realistic scene. Every line adds to the scene, including
the witty title, and this attention to detail is
evident in the quality of the piece produced.
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~Raina121
Oct 19, 2010
Student Traditional Artist
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