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Today's featured deviant is:

toxic-nebulae!

Questions

1. Tell us a bit about yourself and your writing.

I write mainly free-form poetry, but I've been known to try my hand at sonnets now and then. My poetry tends to focus on emotions and relationships between individuals, and I adore short poems and unusual imagery.

2. How do you feel about dA as a literature community?

I love how tight-knit it is. A lot of the people I'm following are also following me and each other, and we all lend each other support with writing and personal issues both. I love how supportive people here can be.

3. What themes do you like to incorporate in your writing?

I adore scientific and space-y themes, as well as historical references; a lot of my poetry requires some research to write. My works are rarely very straightforward. Metaphor is my drug.

4. What is your writing process like?

I usually write an entire poem in one go, ten minutes or even less. This usually happens when inspiration strikes suddenly, often when I've been reading. Sometimes, though, a phrase or image pops into my head, and I'll save it to use later. My poems are often focused around the first line that I thought of, which is a lot of the time right in the middle.

5. What do you consider to be your highest literary accomplishment?

My greatest literary accomplishment isn't one particular poem: it's the voice that I've built for myself and the impact that I've had on other people. If that sounds like a cop-out, that's because it is. Sorry.

Poetry

burial groundI could build a city on the ruins of another
I could sink into the past like a stone
I could call myself the wake of the future
sentry over centuries of ancient blood and bone
I could call destiny a pile of old rubble
I could rewrite history with the stroke of a pen
victors were never very humble
as soon as you've learnt a lesson, it's lost again
I could lead my army to the graves of the others
I could swear that I could hear them speak
we would come upon the door to a mausoleum
and every year that's passed would make it shiver and creak
open it up and it's a wealth of age-old carnage
open it up and you're no longer so alone
open it up and millennia languish at your feet
open it up and your heart explodes
I could start a riot of pure information
set humanity forward/back a thousand years
like Alexandria, like a new creation
rising to take over as a new era nears
I could lead my army to the graves of the others
I could swear that I could hear them speak
we would come upon the door to a

"burial ground" by toxic-nebulae

the theatreit is a Tuesday afternoon
and I observe
the proscenium arch
of your spine.
I am separated from you
by several degrees,
a world and a half,
the ornate, sweeping divide
between watcher and watched
(and you've never cared
to break the fourth wall)

"the theatre" by toxic-nebulae

the difference between usI’ve spent far too much time
feeling small compared to you,
weaving a nest of uncertainty,
nursing doubt in my chest
like a small bird.
far too recently, I realised
that I’d been dealing in
absolutes,
and the universe does not lend itself
to those.
to a true titan
a giant is a pygmy;
scale, not size, matters.

"the difference between us" by toxic-nebulae

EnceladusIs this what it means to be overthrown—
reduced to a mere satellite, a scale
of someone else's might? My scales, my own
heart, are no longer my own, so I ail
beneath the gravity of an immense
mass, like a giant shackled by a god.
I want upheaval, an earthquake, intense
destruction, and I want the world to laud
me as its maker. I want to rage, strike
out, trumpet a whole planet to arms, but
each complete revolution leaves me like
the one before, in just the same place. What
can I do but bide my time, surrender
(for now) to this great system's defender?

"Enceladus" by toxic-nebulae

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