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Daily Lit Deviations for February 5^th, 2012

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Poetry

_{Featured by: LadyofGaerdon}

"poetry" by zebrazebrazebra

<sub>Subtle rhymes, a dizzying pace
and a rhythm full of zest for life,
this poem is truly a magnificent achievement.


Featured by: Carmalain7</sub>
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July by Lunulae

<sub>A poem that showcases an immaculate
utilization of vocabulary to portray
emotion, a skill rarely used and, rarer
yet used well.


Featured by: Carmalain7</sub>
LevitationObserve.
This is how women walk away.
In broken heels
and secondhand jackets,
cigarette smoke in their hair
and no kiss goodbye.
Do not mock.
It is what it should be.
A girl in a car,
hanging a u-turn
on a glistening, empty street.
Her body is a road to be traveled.
A shipwreck to be plundered.
She does not know how she got here,
and she does not care.
And it does not matter.
This is how women smile.
Knowing, secretive,
though her cheeks are sore.
Though the wind
is blowing right through her clothes.
Though there is no good music
on the radio, and no food
in the refrigerator.
This is just an impression.
An idea of nirvana.
A slice of real, live ecstasy.
But do not give it a name.
Just show it, wear it like
designer jeans.
Tight against the skin.
She is ivory, she is easy,
and it is not love.
It is something better,
fermenting at the
backs of her knees.
Flooring her.
Bleeding from her fingerprints.
It is a devastation,
seven ways from Sunday,
but that is how she likes it.
It cannot hurt
Levitation by Blood-Lace

_{A song, a story, a mantra, a lesson?
i'm not sure but i am sure that
there is wisdom here and that this story
is more than ourselves.}

Prose

_{Suggested by Vigilo
Featured by doodlerTM}

Pieces by SadisticIceCream

<sub>A wonderfully crafted piece about
love, loss and so much more.


Featured by: SilverInkblot</sub>
Elegant
His fingers were elegant.
They worked in perfect rhythm to produce everything he could not say.  Where I could only ever hear notes and simple emotion, he heard stories, saw worlds.
I used to envy him, to hide my hurt gaze behind his shoulder blades, to rest my jealousy on his thin, tired shoulders.
His fingers were beautiful.
They danced over the keys; they made the masters look like child's play; they shamed my clumsy attempts at carrying a tune without malice.
I used to long to be him – I would have given anything to have his talent, his skill.  Anything was worth the fingers that never failed.
His soul was transcendent.
I could listen to the same piece for the rest of my life, and yet each time would hear something different – me, with my beginner's ear, with no intuition.  His music, its ineffability, made up for my complete lack.
His body was broken.
Crippled beyond humanity; his fragile bones were scarred beyond repair – that is, if a
"Elegant" by Tyrison

_{A simple but graceful piece
of music and first love.}


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