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Daily Lit Deviations for April 19^th, 2012

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Poetry

_{Featured by: betwixtthepages}
anamiaribs are seductive bones:
misery invites strange bedfellows.
fingers trace ridged planes
beneath forgotten breasts.
flesh is passing, less is best -
beauty is only skin deep:
there is no room for fat.
hips and cheeks protrude sharp,
thrust forward in prominence
to be showcased; trophies.
push, grind, hold each other close -
lips, tongues, teeth, and bones.
together, we are alone
in miserable beauty.
"anamia" by dietcocaine

<sub>In a culture where "thin is in" and to look
like a model is every girls' dream, this beautifully
crafted poem makes readers reconsider.  In some cases,
"thin" is considered beautiful...but according to dietcocaine,
it's also a lonely, heartbreaking way to live.


Featured by: LadyofGaerdon</sub>
The VohngaradWand'ring herdsman,
Molni's husband
Heir to Thrimbor,
Throne of Ishtar.
King unknowing
Ever wand'ring,
Brings morn with the
Flame immortal.
In lands remote
Dark lord watcheth,
Fixed on Vohengir
Last of Vrinnsblood.
Ancient brothers,
Souls unyielding,
Heirs returning,
Old blood steeling.
Here the fate of
All men resteth,
Ancient battles
Without respite.
Bear the blood of
All men mortal
Molni watches Vohengir resting.
Blessed of Thrimbor
restless dreaming
cold sweat beading
Pale white hands grasp,
Vohengir thrashing
mem'ry coursing
Gone in a flash:
Apparitions.
[They] Leave behind a
promise given
countless battles
wars unbidden.
Ages streaming,
souls are teeming,
[A] Weapon in the
rock is hidden.
A sword unwrought
by hand or steel
but will alone.
A light within
the darkness shone.
This his quest is,
darkling future,
serpent watching.
Then at long last,
morning cometh.
Misty fog banks
come rolling in
Sunlight reveals
the flock murdered
Roots are showing,
trees upended.
Molni then gasped
a
"The Vohngarad" by austinblan

<sub>An excellent use of the epic poetry style,
the rhythm flowing and lyrical, the mythology
rich and engrossing.


Suggested by helice93
Featured by LiliWrites</sub>
Lullaby of SummerChildren – do not fear to slumber
As you pull the sheets asunder
The daylight fades away
And you prepare to sleep
The subtle air regards your face
Your body in Zephyr's embrace
The night breaks cool and clear
A perfect Summer eve
May nighttime terrors scare you not
For Morpheus your mind has caught
With soft and gentle hands
For you sweet dreams he weaves
And with the Lord to light your way
I promise you will live 'til day
All scariness at bay
Think on them not, my tot
The cricket-chirps herald dear Nox
Her snuggly cloak a song did coax
Moon and stars softly sway
To urge all into sleep
Children – do not fear to slumber
Hear the lullaby of summer
Rest your heads in repose
You are safe as you doze
Lullaby of Summer by QueenGriselda

_{A lilting melody, beautiful imagery, and overall
tone of love and protection make this a classic example
of a lullaby. Any parent who has had to soothe a fitful
child into sleep will love it (and maybe use it)!}

Prose

_{Featured by doodlerTM}
:thumb291069974:
Downfall of Dignity by EnlightenU

<sub>I have always found it difficult to write
funny pieces of short fiction, but this bit
of prose is hilariously written.



Suggested by: LadyofGaerdon
Featured by: SilverInkblot</sub>
My Queen_First Official Draft"Ave Maria, Gratia plena…"
It's Ave Maria today. My Aunt Pat's voice warbles along with the crackling recording. I sit in the corner, eating ham, savoring the salty flavor in the way only a twelve year-old boy can. I watch her move amongst the plants in her living room, almost dancing from flower to flower, the watering can her partner as she nourishes her only children. And the music. Sometimes it is Mozart, other times Puccini, but today it is Franz Schubert.
I gnaw on my briny pork as she disappears into the kitchen with her empty watering can. She floats back in and walks over to my corner.
"Come here," she says while offering me a hand. "I have something to show you."
I grab her hand, my smooth fingers contrasting her soft wrinkles. She leads me around the aging piano, the one with the F that sounds more like an E, to a lonely bookshelf pushed back into a corner behind her beloved plants. She takes the ham out of my hand and sets it on the piano before carefully taking a s
My Queen_First Official Draft by nngross

_{Suggester: "A heart-wrenching, honest story,
that unfolds with perfect timing and
a highly satisfying conclusion."}


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