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Who's Who on dA (done by yours truly)

Who's Who on dA: Issue 8 So this is SUPER late. NaPoWriMo took over my life. Oh, and final exams were a thing. :lmao: Anyway, now that NaPo is over (despite the copious amount of reading I have to do. You guys killed it this year!), I have time to get back to my hopefully weekly editions.
I enjoy doing feature articles, but I have realized more and more that a lot of features people do (and I'm super guilty of this) involve people that are more known in the literature community here. Or, in my case, it's a feature of people I'm good buddies with. There's an incredible amount of talent hiding in the corners of dA, and I want to give some spotlight to those that haven't gotten the recognition they deserve. We have all been there, and you gotta start somewhere right? Sometimes that's the push we need when we're new to dA, and just getting started. This is also for deviants who aren't new, but may be under the radar a bit. Either way, this is a good way to get some glimpse into who's


[Issue 8]

Lit Etc: Where Lit and Art Intersect

Lit Etc. Volume 2: Valentine's Day Where Lit and Art Intersect: Celebrating the synergy between words and images.
Whether you draw, look through an old photo album, or spend some time searching through deviant Art , artwork is a great way to find inspiration for writing. 
There’s something about the ambiguity of a photograph (especially of someone or something you’ve never seen before), or a stunning painting, that helps get the creativity flowing. 
Literature, like the other arts, is an expression of individual thoughts and feeling achieved through the process of creation.  Artists seek to share their experiences, observations, and understanding (their "truths") through the medium that most effectively lends itself to their personal skills and abilities. 
Whether we are writing stories, painting pictures, writing music, composing a photograph, or creating a film, we are expressing our relationship to the world around us at any given moment.  Art connect


[Volume 2: Valentine's Day]

Guide to the lit community

Being devious: A Guide to the dA Lit CommunityI've been asked frequently, in the last few weeks, by some new members in the lit community about exactly HOW they can hit the ground running in terms of their activity on dA. It goes beyond just submitting great pieces and hoping for the best. I came across various methods over these 8 years I've been around, and I wish I had been told a lot of these things when I first started. I discovered a lot of things by trial and error. So, I figure it would be a nice gesture to help out some of the deviants who have been inquiring about what course of action to take now that they are here. Here are some useful articles that will probably say most of the things I'm going to:
 These two articles are more in-depth, so I would highly suggest taking a look here.
As for my own personal experiences, here are some ways of getting yourself out there.
1. Comment, comment, comment.
Maybe even a critique or two, if you're feeling daring. Think of the


Latest ABC's of Lit Edition. (also done by me)

ABC's of Lit. Forms 'S'The aim of this project is to serve as a single collaborative collection of literature forms. The project can focus mainly on poetry forms, but can also include types of prose (examples: non-fiction, six word stories)! La la la la Since this project is about all of the writers on dA, that is where the community comes in. I am constantly needing more forms to add to the list. So please take the time to fill out a quick google survey, letting me know what forms you wish to see in this project as well as as how YOU would define it (if you choose). Feel free to include examples from dA as well, if you have any.
:dalove: This will be continuously updated as more come along, so stay tuned!
Thank you to those who have taken the time to send in something for the Google Survey, along with instructions and tidbits. They were very helpful. :heart: 


Updates from LadyLincoln

April: Blessings of FriendshipWelcome to April!
The previous month of March ended on a high note with the start of the spring season, and a new month finally begins today with the hope of many fresh beginnings to follow. I recently ventured to the heart of Philadelphia, where I had the rare privilege of meeting another deviant who sparked one of these positive beginnings – granted, she did not know it at the time of our meeting; but I was more than utterly thankful for the blessing of finally having the opportunity to tell her face to face what her support and friendship over the years truly meant.
In the year of the discovery of momma’s deadly Lung Cancer in 2010, Jaime, Crossfire120576, was one of the first who reached out a loving hand, sending little notes of support and posting optimistic messages that kept me fighting. And, when I did not think I could fight on any further – I was taken aback by surprise by a touching message in my DeviantART inbox:
     


News from IrrevocableFate

Love DA Lit: Issue 202Welcome to the two-hundred second issue of Love DA Lit! :fairylove:   Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.
LITplease's Community Portal
LIT me explain u a thing July - Dec 2014

Navigation
Literature Links | Workshops, Prompts and Challenges
Literature Contests | Resources
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<3 Coheed and Cambria Forever <3












DDs, DLDs, Features, etc







:iconfeaturedbydldplz::iconfeaturedbydld2plz: (My DLDs)

Bait and SwitchBougainvillea blooms
and tall, shaded ferns disguise
this sorrowful life.
Fear NotBe the sky that I
can jump into; Your eyes are
pools of stepping stones.



:iconhonoredddplz::iconhonoredddplz2: (MY DDs)

Life on DisplayShe had grown up in a world
of coupon clippings, muffled ears
and tip toeing around broken glass.
Bruised feelings towards the world
that looked so narrow and thin;
Felt like a resolutely locked door.
Always grasping for the heavens
with a desire and ferocity
of piercing iron claws.
Dominating the skies with all the
bulk and majesty of a bird of prey.
Boxed in at one corner of a city;
dusty and forgotten.
Yet, always guaranteed to be visible
at night. Raging quietly through
the darkness like the last bit of embers
on the end of her stamped cigarette butt.
Artsy and upscale enclaves beckoned her.
Hidden oases of roasting coffee, hip music
and fresh-cut flowers. So unlike the barren
desert of chain convenience stores and dreary
apartment blocks she called home.
Beautiful young women
clink marble china together, bobbling
around each other like planets bobbling
around the sun; All struggling for recognition
and permanence. All the while, defiantly staring
into the face of the force that ga
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.


Thank you Stamp. by itsreality

Spotlights on... #16What's up people?
It's cool to see that despite summer, people on this website are still as active as usual ahah. Oh and btw my DA 1 year anniversary is coming veeery soon (on August the 2nd). :D Nostalgia nostalgia.
I changed a little bit the way I'm doing these features, now I'll also be featuring deviants that are worth your attention, because of their skills/spirit/kindness/etc.
Hope you'll enjoy!
Plum facts #9 : I studied classical literature and how to analyse prose/poetry with the use of literary and lyric tools. That's why I think I might be very sensitive of the author's style, which defines IMO the quality and the richness of the text. 
Have you studied any classical authors or even modern literature?   
I am a dummy! DEVIANTS AND DEVIATIONS I am a dummy!

Kurtzan - Awesome support, well-
Spotlights on... #15Wow already #15. I still remember the feeling I had when I posted my first features articles: I really wanted to share my favourite art with all my friends, supporters and watchers. I received several compliments and praise for my features articles therefore I definitely can't stop doing them. :) (Smile)
I'm aware I might miss some unknown artists that need more exposure, and I'm sorry for that. I'm doing what I can to please all of you, and please me as well. 
I hope all of you have a great week so far. Summer definitely came back, and mosquitos too. Crying  Feel free to note me if you ever wanna talk, about anything. I'd love to share my stupid stories with you. Anyway enjoy this 15th wave of features. Make art, not war. 
See you soon! Hi!
Plum facts #8 : I've found a new hobby, watercolour. I just came across some amazing pieces of

The Ink Stained Quill Vol. IIIHello everyone! It's Kelsy, aka SpriteBlayde here. Welcome to the third volume of The Ink Stained Quill. This series focuses on the amazing writers we have here on deviantART. Each installment will feature a deviant who you may, or may not know, who is willing to answer some of my questions! Whether you are a long time writer, or a newbie, there is something for everyone in the series who is looking to improve their craft or for some light reading.
Today we have a guest who is insanely awesome. Her name is Nadia, but you may know her as Medoriko. I've been her watcher for long enough to know that Nadia puts out a variety of pieces. Her writing is truly incredible, she's one of the gifted writers who only has to write a couple of words to hit you head on with emotion. I highly recommend you browse her gallery, you won't be disappointed. :heart:

Before we start, is there anything you would like to
Random Feature Time!As the title says, it's a random feature! Before I begin, I would like to mention that I am still open to collaborations. If you're interested, please note me or comment here: http://spriteblayde.deviantart.com/journal/Poetry-Collaboration-453343304.
Now for the features! I will feature a couple of my personal favorite pieces from each person. :)
1. chromeantennae Not that he needs my help, but he's my best friend and an incredible writer. His style is so versatile and his subject matters cover a broad range. Please, go check out his stuff!

2. Medoriko I love this lady's writing! She has one of those styles of writing that make even the simplest of messages complex and meaningful. Please, go show her some love. :)

3. WeirdAndLovely She is an amazin

A Feature full of LOVE Let's start with some words that I adore.
    


HaikuWriMo. LOVE
I am participating in HaikuWriMo this year and it has been so much fun!  Here are some wonderful Haikus!
  






I updated my own Haikus today. In this one, I added three new haikus all in the genre of romance to celebrate Valentine's Day!
Haiku Bingo. Complete! by prettyflour
Now for some beautiful Photography!




and some crazy good Digital Art:


Monthly Feature of Works!Welcome to :iconPoeticalCondition:'s Monthly Feature of Works!
Please take a moment and enjoy these fabulous words.

by FirecrackerLady

by Medoriko

by Miellat

HoldTheNoise

by X3beyondthesunx3

by AsterGirl

by Bombatoria

by hypermagical
Congratulations to those chosen!
Keep writing and submitting, maybe next month, one of your pieces will be chosen.  :)
(We will not be accepting nominations for monthly feature of works, they are chosen at random by the admins. Please feel free to continue sending your nominations for our Member of the Month!)
See you next month!

ITU Feature 19 - June 28, 2013 :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletgreen: :bulletblue: :bulletblue: Inspire The Uninspired Fortnightly Feature :bulletblue: :bulletblue: :bulletgreen: :bulletblue: :bulletblue:
Hello, members and visitors of InspireTheUninspired! Welcome to our fortnightly feature, where we present four fantastic deviations from our gallery. This week I'll be sharing two deviations from both the Non-Fiction folder and the Poetry - Free Verse folder along with two other deviations from the deviant's gallery.
:iconsmadams:
SMAdams

Nightmares by SMAdams tells the story of a woman fighting her subconscious while she is plagued by nightmares. The descriptive imagery perfectly captures the feeling of being trapped and violated by our nightmares, something that many people are well acquainted with. It is the author's vast knowledge of language and prose writing that really brings this feeling to life.
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NaPoWriMo Feature #4Sooo hi. Yes, I know it's been almost two whole months since NaPo ended, but I am lazy and irresponsible so there. Here is the final installment of the NaPo features, with, once again, three of my favorite NaPo poems from all of the winners. Enjoy!
:iconmedoriko:
Medoriko

:iconsilver-ships-fly:
silver-ships-fly

:iconthe-night-dreamer:
The-Night-Dreamer

:icondrippingwords:
DrippingWords
April 30th, 2013 by DrippingWords April 21st, 2013 by DrippingWords
:icongloryousglory:
GloryousGlory
Day 7 by GloryousGlory Day 16 by GloryousGlory Day 28 by GloryousGlory
:iconneurotype:
neurotype
NAPOWRIMO by neurotype
PS. I wanted to put your actual poems, but sta.sh doesn't have thumbs :(
:iconsammur-amat:
Sammur-amat
I do not write, by Sammur-amat to the vulture who thought himself a lion by Sammur-amat rock bottom, ocean floor by Sammur-amat
:icontheomegapoint:
TheOmegaPoint
The Omega Point by TheOmegaPoint Bradycardia by TheOmegaPoint The Certain Comfort of a Rare Thing by TheOmegaPoint

Literature Roadtrip: Day 06The beautiful pieces of literature featured here today are written by extremely talented deviants. As you explore their galleries you will be amazed and captivated. I urge all of you to read a few of the pieces showcased, give them some comments and add them to your favourites. I know that these deviants would greatly appreciate it.
I also suggest that the deviants here today, take some time and look at two another pieces here. You may find a deviant you have never come across before.
:heart:
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Medoriko
  
Kiefer115
  
Sammur-amat
  
PrussianPersephone
 lion boy by PrussianPersephone curiouser and curiouser by PrussianPersephone
prettyflour
simple pleasures by prettyflour Almost... by prettyflour S.O.S. by prettyflour
falconess22
Clematis by falconess22 Death by falconess22 A Bad Idea? by falconess22
saltwaterlungs
:thumb3
Fantastic Feature Tuesday #45Please this news article so it will reach a larger audience!
This is a weekly feature of amazing literature that I come by during my
travels across deviantART. This is only a small sample of a vast amount
of wonderful pieces of literature written by absolutely fantastic
writers. Each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery
based on structure, impact and word usage. I will never feature the
same person twice (though this gets harder to keep track of
now that we can change usernames), so check out these lovely writers now while you can!



Sunny Days by TotallyUncreativeMe



What do you think about being able to share Artworks? 

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Summertime Goals

Journal Entry: Thu May 28, 2015, 1:43 PM
:wave: Hey everyone. It's been awhile since I posted a POSITIVE journal that wasn't dA related :lol: I'll be seeing a Cardiologist soonish. So far, I've been feeling fine so that's good. All those positive thoughts must be helping :love: Anyway. I've been on summer break since the end of last month, but now the weather is FINALLY being nice here (gosh I hate this province...I wanna move back home lol) so I'm in full summer mode. I have so much I want to get done this summer, since I'm off till September. Yay University summer break! Anyway. Just some things I wanna accomplish before classes start up again.

1. Finish the following games:

a. Bloodborne (Nearly done. I have only 4 bosses left: Micolash, Mergo's Wet Nurse, Gerhman, and Moon Presence). I'll do chalice dungeons later when the expansion arrives.
b. The Witcher 3. I need this game in my life.
c. Until Dawn (comes out August 25th in NA)
d. Batman: Arkham Knight
e. GTA V (for my ps4)
f. Soul Sacrifice (at least the first one. So I can buy the 2nd)
g. Majoras Mask for 3DS (not a hardcore deadline for this as I've technically played the N64 version at least 3 times)
h. Dragon Age Inquisition (so important I get back to this.) 

2. Keep up with Cross Stitch/Open up etsy shop. 

I've started up cross stitching and I'm currently making little magnets or pieces that you can put in a portrait. I'm gonna post pics soon. I will be doing commissions at some point. I usually do video game/nerd/geek related things OR I also do Sport Team Logos. For example: I'm currently working on an adorable Kirby cross stitch :love: But I'll also be working on a Ghost Pokemon one, a Tardic, Miku (for my roomie), Endermen from Minecraft, the Chicago Bears Logo (for me) and other stuff. I'm willing to do whatever to be honest, but these are my specialty. If you're wanting anything, let me know :) But I'll have something official for commissions up sometime next month!

3. Get another job lol This current one is giving me MAD anxiety and I can't handle that stress right now with my frequent ER visits.

4. Get back to healthier eating. I actually do this easily anyway. I just like to eat out too much as of late. So I'm keeping delivery and pizza to the weekend only and eating more fresh things during the week :)

:heart: So happy to have the time to do these things too. Hope to update later as these things get achieved :love:

CSS by CherieNoir. Graphics by Tzolkin, HauntingVisionsStock and Lileya.
  • Mood: Optimism
  • Playing: Bloodborne
Fridge Poetry #2 by Medoriko
Fridge Poetry #2
Sorry that the top corner word, "her", is so hard to see cause of the dark corners. I'm still learning my way through different settings as I play around with more Fridge Poetry. I kind of like to alter how everything looks, so forgive me for the little mishaps lol

Anyway. Here is my 2nd one. Super late :lol: I hope you enjoy it. It was a pleasure to make. I haven't spent this much time tinkering with writing in a long time. 

Check out more Fridge Poetry pieces over at FridgePoetProject

If you wanna join along (since we don't have a group up yet. But keep your eyes open!) check out:

www.fridgepoetproject.com/?pag…
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NaPo 2015 Winners Feature 4

Sun May 24, 2015, 5:52 PM by Medoriko:iconmedoriko:
:wave: Hey everybody. Medoriko here with the 4th feature for the winners of NaPo 2015. There will be one more feature segment after this and that will cover ALL the amazing writers who completed NaPoWriMo 2015! So, here are our next group of winners:

Pailei

dirt lullabychère,
step softly;
the baby sleeps. 
maman,
her cradle 
is cold earth. 
the road less traveledtwo roads--one fairer--in the trees crossed;
i knew to the good path i should keep
but good caution, to the wind, was tossed,
and before i knew it, i was lost--
the woods around me are dark and deep.
i thought myself so bold and clever
to tread where snakes and wolves have played;
why did i try this cursed endeavor?
i'll be trapped in these woods forever--
ah, here at last i've found a small glade.
now some beasts in the brush are hissing
i'm sure to end up some monster's feast!
i should be home, my sweetheart kissing,
but no one even knows i'm missing--
leave off your growling, you fearsome beast!
and now the creeping night is nearing,
for all around me the light has grayed;
the shadows slip into the clearing
and in them, faces, cruelly sneering--
oh, on the good road, i should have stayed!
52 hertzi know that somewhere out there
is a creature called
"the world's loneliest whale."
this whale sings its own unique song,
forever on a frequency far removed
from the rest of its kind,
and thus this nautical wonder is fated
to wander the wide, swallowing seas
alone.
i know that for over two decades
this bereft behemoth
has broken the billowing tides
with what may be a burning ballad
of independence,
or a patient prayer,
or an earnest question that may never
know an answer.
and yet,
i know that somewhere out there
it keeps on singing.
close callmonths old, only,
tiny metatarsals flexing
with every hacking rasp,
brackish lungs like seaweed
swimming in my chest,
pertussis pressed
an osseous hand upon me
and squeezed
in a convoluted attempt
to burn infant-me
from the inside-out.
struggling against immolation
and grasping
for each finicky breath,
my flush, demonstrative face
folded in agony
as air became an ever-more
elusive essence
until it ceased
entirely.
machines marked the whirl
of artificial respiration as
doctors draped themselves
in careful neutrality
and uneasy nurses
patted my parents' pale hands.
they could not have known
that one day
this would all be
just ink upon a page.

for unseeing eyesladen with sky
we stumbled
and painted mockingbirds
on loveless branches
folding in our slender limbs
and ducking under our own
voices, fidgety and frail
against the wall of night.
between the dipping blades
and drawn shoulders
we learned to craft our words
steady-soft,
a drumming rain
that carved canyons
in open hearts and
drew the sunshine to
our supping lips.
keen-eyed, we watched
remembering the weight
of unseeing eyes
and scalding remarks
and we learned to slip
the noose-knots and slide
through the soul-cracks
and somehow
build kingdoms under
upturned noses.
with lyrical uncertainty
and tender determination
we built a pyre of peace
in the shadows
of dissonance
and watched it blaze
the truth across our
pliant hearts.
as solemn
as new leaves still curled
and stretching hands
unfurled in suppliance
we lifted our heads
in broken laughter,
for this light is our burden,
and even a whisper
can shatter silence
and bring the blind
to sight.
she was the best thingand she fell in waves
across the sandstorm of his mind
her slow-sweet smile
shrugging into his pores,
water for a dying man.
she was a wildflower
in his desert
dark-petaled hair blowing over
her pale face
head and hands dipping
to drip through
the cracked earth.
red tongue rolling
in the dust-caked detritus
her words drew down the moon
a silver cat's eye sliver
in the deep indigo block of night
and she tucked it in his
faded pocket,
bringing stillness to the churning fury
of his heart.
for a time
he held her in the sickle curve
of his sinner's smile
trading promises
for every grain of sand
that slipped through their hands
until the day
he pushed her away.
go back to the bayou, baby
where the green things grow
'cause if you stay here
your roots will turn to ash.

and he turned from
the falling-down tumble of her tears
and her fervent begging
and he paid for her passage home
with the crystal moon
and when she was gone
he walked on
in the quiet black of night
alone.
raven feathersand her words fell like summer rain
velvet on the skin
and i said
sing me a song, Sister
about the wild, wild woods
draped around your shoulders.
and her laugh was the sigh of rustling leaves
as she looked at me and sang
never dwell in a place
where your heart has no home.

which was not what i asked for
at all.
in the calm quiet layered
with the scent of wet earth
i chased dragonflies
lured by the sparkle of their wings
on the water
and was drowning
before i could remember to take a breath.
and she sang,
some people earn their freedom
some people earn their chains
which will you be?

and i dragged myself up
from the mud and the muck
leaving in my wake
fragments of my heart
glittering sharply
like shards of glass in the sunlight.
and i wondered how i might
gather them
without wounding myself further.
she wove a torque of reeds
around the slender column of her lily neck
and sang
a quick cut is better than a slow one
but both hurt, nonetheless.

i shrugged into my new s
guess she'll be lonelyin her garden
where the wild peals
of broken laughter
dip into dissonance
she steals petals
back from the wind
and imagines
they are snails
for her platter.
breaking basil
on the heel of her palm
she bleeds
the crisp scent
of crushed herbs and
billowing clouds
that puff their chests
like peacocks strutting
lazily across
an eggshell sky.
she sings a wordless song
and the bluebells
bend closer
whispering their own lyrics—
somewhere a brown-eyed boy
is waiting for you
waiting for the stretch
of your soft hands
to churn his heart
like the dark earth.

but she is waiting
for a song that doesn't end
with the rising sun
so she collects the bobbing
black-eyed susans
and tucks them
in a gingham pocket.
there is no rush—
except for the wind
on her warm, sunlit face.



GoldenNocturna

Fear Not the Politician--whose arthritic hands 
can barely jot down 'laws'--
never mind seize your throat.
They are not gods--
they cannot snatch your first born,
cannot make it rain locusts,
cannot hurl deadly poxes upon our houses.
Instead, they hide behind mahogany desks and well-starched suits
behind incompetent guards unsuited for combat.
Their deceitful melodies
are cracked by their raspy voices
that grow creaky with age.
They cannot defeat us
for their bodies will crumple into dust
--just like ours.
Expatriate, Not ExileYou fools say I am exiled
unwelcome in your lush forests
unallowed to breathe in your gentle breezes
forbidden from drinking your nectarine waters.
Lush forests? Gentle breezes? Nectarine waters?
...
Ha! Where are these things?
Your lush forests are nothing more than barren desert,
your gentle breezes harsh, sand-bearing winds
and those nectarine waters you force-fed me were nothing but acid
meant to burn away my voice.
I refuse to join the ranks of 'heretics'
that stain your war-torn roads.
I am no exile
but an expatriate, a voyager
in search of new lands
where the water is ambrosia
the winds carry songs of peace
and the trees stretch into space
endlessly
(like my dreams)
Seeking The Great PerhapsI go to seek the Great Perhaps
where persecution is like Latin--
dead
and I can walk with my head held up high
for my flaws are no longer under a magnifying glass
for the whole world to see.
I go to seek the Great Perhaps
where 'true love' isn't a corny phrase
but actually exists
and one's looks, knowledge of books, whether or not she cooks
doesn't matter.
I go to seek the Great Perhaps
where 'mental illness' is not akin to 'crazy'
and people's eyes don't roam my body
for weapons that never were, never are, and never will be there.
And finally, I go to seek the Great Perhaps
a time, a place, a state of being
where I can venture beyond these walls
because I'll no longer be the thing that society hates.
Corrupted Mental FilesI wish for a mental hard drive
free of malicious thought-malware
and in which resides software with no need of troubleshooting.
Enough with the endless junk data
that interferes with the daily functioning of my Thinking.EXE!
Alas, no antivirus
has been able to rid me of this malware.
And thus the trojans and worms accumulate
slowing down my processing speed
as I try not to BSOD
while running throughout the day.

Hypoallergenic FacadeThey gaze upon my gorgeous visage, but I fear the moment that the makeup comes off. Insecurities                                                       SWAT!
                                               could
                                           you
                                     
                                   things
If only insecurities were like flies,                                          
Battle on the Castle's TopBattle on the Castle’s Top
Coating the castle walls with guts, gore, and gristle,
the beast leaves Death’s stench upon the destroyed bailey
and the hidden survivors fearful of its whistle
as the monster slithers past, its body quite scaly.
For this creature, flesh is meat and blood lemonade,
and nothing is tastier than a well-roasted fellow.
The dragon does not see its confidence as foolish masquerade,
so it rests, unguarded, calm, and mellow.
But one man is determined to ruin this illusion,
his sudden entrance shattering the foe’s euphoria,
the confusion bringing about a transfusion
of confidence as the dragon trembles with chorea.
When it’s slayed, it cries, “Unbelievable!”
For it did not see its defeat as something achievable.
On Eggshells
It is ill-advised to belch out one’s woes at tea
or discuss one’s sorrow while gnawing on biscuits.
Because when you ask, “What’s wrong?”
you don’t actually want to know, do you?
How can I possibly expect someone who’s spent their life sipping ecstasy
to understand what it’s like to swallow pain?
For someone who’s been given a taste of heaven
to know what it’s like to burn their throat drinking hell?
For someone to possibly grasp what it’s like
to choke on misery that’s gone down the wrong tube?
To cough up words of vengeance
after consuming hatred and ignorance
because you’re stupidity-intolerant?
To vomit vitriol
because you’ve spent too long without the vital nutrients of affection?
And so we dance on eggshells
skirting around the issues
that you’re supposedly dying to know about.



MysticalPoet

Your AddictionIf you were to have
just one
addiction,
I want it to be
Me.
I want to be
what you
can’t
quit.
I want to be
the one thing
you can’t
do without.
I want you to
go through
withdrawal symptoms
from my
not
being with you.
No smoking,
no drinking,
nothing like that…
just me.
I want to be something
you
need,
or at least
think you need
to make life
bearable.
I want
my kiss,
my touch,
my smile,
my love,
to be your drug.
I want to be
your nicotine,
your rum.
I want to be so
ingrained
into your being…
like you are
for me.
You’re my
morning coffee,
the caffeine that
wakes me up,
and makes it all
OK,
even at 8 am.
I want to be your
drug…
the one you take
when life is
chaotic,
the one you take
when you
lose someone
and can’t
take it.
I want to be
your oxy,
your xanex.
I want to be
your
eternal
addiction…
that you
can’t,
won’t,
quit.
Until We Meet AgainEveryone wants to
go out with a
bang,
or in a
blaze of glory…
but that has
such a
sad finality
to it.
Yes,
it is
brilliant,
and will
forever
be remembered,
but it’s an
ending.
It leaves
nothing
for continuing.
While that
appeals partly
to me,
a larger part doesn’t
believe
in final goodbyes.
There is
no such thing
as goodbye
because
everything has
a continuation.
Things change,
but they
don’t end.
I prefer to say,
“Fare well
until we meet
again,
my friend,
because we
will
meet again.”
Whenever we
humans
connect
to another,
even if just
briefly,
we touch each other.
We remember
familiar faces,
and we converse with them
on occasion.
We see them
over and over
in our
daily lives,
and they become
known…
and we’d
know
if they were
gone.
Even just a
small
connection
we’d miss…
but we don’t
have to.
Connections,
bonds,
last a
lifetime,
if not longer.
So,
instead of saying
goodbye,
leave it an
open-ended
farewell
with the promise,
Bridge of DreamsDuring your
nightly wanderings
when your
eyes
are closed,
a bridge of
starry nights
edged with
moonbeams
appears at
your feet
leading to…
wherever,
whenever,
whatever
world
your mind doesn’t
always
know
it can create.
You can
dance
on Saturn’s
rings;
explore the long
forgotten land of
Elves,
learning their
lore;
create
your own
race
of creatures with
four eyes,
horns,
a tail,
and a forked
tongue.
From the
lost shores of
Atlantis,
to a far off
alien planet
with two moons
and an
orange
sun,
this bridge of
night
is your
portal
to lands
unknown,
unseen,
unheard of.
To places
inconceivable
during your
waking hours.
This wondrous bridge
of constellations
connected to
planets
via blue black
sky
lies in front
of you
every time your
eyes close,
and your mind
sleeps.
Welcome,
wayfarer,
to the
Bridge of Dreams.
Focus by MysticalPoet
Writer's BlockWords dance in
my head,
tickle my tongue,
but the
life line
between the head
and the hand
is faulty.
Nothing is getting
through.
The words can’t
break
past the dam,
and are clogging
the river of
creativity.
All these ideas,
so much
inspiration,
and a true
d e s i r e
to create,
and bring to life
what’s in my head…
but some
mischievous devil
has stopped
the flow,
and everything is
g        t      n
   e      t   i     g
j       m       l
     u       b    e  d,
nothing making
sense.
It’s
heartbreaking.
I breathe my craft…
not creating is not
breathing.
I’m drowning in my own
river of creativity.
Someone please,
fix my
life line
so I can break the
surface and
finally
b r e a t h e.
Sleep, My LoveLay down your sweet, and weary head.
It’s time for you to go to bed.
Close your heavy, exhausted eyes –
let your soul rest as the day dies.
You have done all that you have said.
Let your worries fade away, dead
into Night’s dark, silent bed.
You don’t need their deceptive lies.
Let peace reign as you rest your eyes.
Lay down your head.
Sleep now, my world worn beloved,
come use my bosom as your bed.
Listen to my voice as it tried
to sooth your sleepy, weary cries.
I’ll sing you to sleep, beloved,
lay down your head.
Love TornI’ve always been
torn
to pieces by
my heart.
It wants to
follow
our dreams,
to finally
do what we’ve
always wanted to…
but I can’t
leave
yet.
I have to
know
those I love most
will be OK.
They’ll be able
to care
for themselves,
and that they’ll be
emotionally stable.
I worry about
them…
my heart worries
about them…
but it wants,
I want,
to find
myself,
and I don’t think
I can do that
here…
not really.
I want them to
come with me.
I want to
show them
e v e r y t h i n g
I’ve been dreaming.
I know they won’t
be as excited,
or impressed,
but I want to
share my dreams
anyway.
My dreams are
a part of
me.
I want to
share
this piece of
my heart
with them…
but do they want
to come with me?
Do they
Want
to see my dreams?
Are they
able
to follow me?
The uncertainty
makes me hold,
and do nothing more
than just
dream…
If I knew these
answers,
then I could,
maybe,
pursue my dreams
without feeling
worried or
guilty
Dawn and SunIf you are
the Sun,
bright and glorious
in its glowing
warmth,
then I am
the Dawn
witnessing your
appearance
on the horizon.
While you are
shining molten golden light,
I shimmer a liquid
bronze glow
blushing with
rose gold hues.
I’m not as
brilliant
as you can be,
but I can be
breath-taking
all the same.
You reign over the sky
from the first moment
of the day,
whilst I last but a few
minutes.
And I
only exist
because of you.
For without a Sun,
there would be
no Dawn.
If the Sun
never rose
to bathe the world
in light,
the Dawn would
never be born.
My myriad of
colors
would remain
always dark,
always night,
without my Sun.
You light my world,
and I’m brighter
because of you.
You paint me gold,
and wrap me in
w a r m t h…
so warm and safe.
There is no Dawn
without its Sun,
and you
are my Sun…



AspiredWriter

Warming UpFrozen water pelting roads
striking with vigor at passersby for the moment
Liquid water massages streets
rubbing gently pedestrians all day long
Gaseous water suffocates boulevards
filling lungs of amblers drowning them forever
The Monkey In The MirrorAs I stand before the mirror
with a suit and tie
looking back at me
is a monkey wearing a turban
As I stand before the mirror
with a diamond ring in my hand
looking back at me
the monkey holds another's hand
As I stand before the mirror
I feel the weight of my wallet
looking back at me
the other monkey steals the first's banana
As I stand before the mirror
with bunches of tool behind me
looking back at me
the second monkey covered with dust
I bolt through the door
leaving the monkeys behind
WingsI strap the wings on tight and start to run uphill
and when I reach the edge I leap into the air
and as I soar above I flap my new found wings
I shoot high into space much faster than a rocket
The sun is up ahead I'm blinded by the light
but fascinated still I keep the course the same
and as I'm close enough to touch the scorching ball
my waxen wings melt down and I begin to fall
Manic Mondayas the sun sets I come to rest
the day is done at last
too long it always is
too tired am I
and as I slump I'm burned up
I'm ash and soot and tomorrow I will rise again

Wavesit's never been enough
there's only one more thing
if I am to enjoy
my somewhat plain living
to sail amongst the waves
as people say goodbye
the love then I will feel
and be prepared to die.
Reconciliation Latercome here thy lovely meal
upon my waking hour
my sleep was bad I feel
my dreams were cold and sour
but now awake I am
I know she's not to blame
I'm ready for your grace
while cherishing your taste
the couch was mine tonight
for mad was I this day
and we had had a fight
and much I had to say
and her I ought to hear
but never mind all that
my lovely breakfast's here
so I'll ignore the spat
for all I need is here
magnanimous of mounds
my plates so full I fear
to spill it on the ground
 must eat it all post haste
before it gets ice cold
won't miss a single taste
or it'll be growing mould
To Stay Or Not To Stay?Your home feels like mine I know it so well
your friends are mine, and so is your family
and when I am with you I am safe
when I am with you I am free
Like heroin you are to me keeping me numb
you pull me towards you begging for love
the closer I get the further I slip from life
you leave me stranded in a cold dark room alone
But I do love you. How can I not?
You're so full of life and love, kindness and beauty that never sleep.
What do I need of real life when it's made of sadness?
Why must I keep my distance when all that waits is loneliness?
Will loneliness be eternal? Only if I stay with you.
The joy you bring is short lived and cold.
Your warmth that shines from across seas cannot reach me
for I am drowning in a dark pool and you are closing the lid above.
What am I to do? My soul torn in half.
Neither can live without the other, for the body is one.
The two halves collide in an explosion of color so vivid and bright as imagination bleeds dry.
One half floats in vacuum of space wh
ChillBlackness comes. A gust of wind blows, chilling me to bone.
As death sets in, the night that came and passed, reverses flashing through my mind.
Rain stops, leaving scent of freshness behind, mingling with salty sea.
Early morning light beams through wisps of mist.
In dimmest light I make out freshly drawn art.
I am standing tall without garment or cover, free as the torrential rain beyond.
Yet I am a deviant of life, precluded, accidental.
As darkness ebbs away I lay my pencils to rest,
my creation is done yet I am curtailed.
Stars shine dimly through a shroud of rain, gushing into the night - an endless void.
My naked form sits against the wall, hand moving across paper turning white to black.
Pencil touches paper, eyes ahead looking back through glass.
Muscle glimmers, skin glows and curves gleam back off of a shiny doppelganger;
an exact replica but reversed, my missing half. Hand roams across clear blank white.



LaBruyere

Every Common BushAnd here I stand on cliff's edge one last time.
Perhaps I leap; and yet perhaps I climb.
There's no more to be said for where I stand,
In solitude and guarded all around.
The very cosmos may well fill my hands
As I, the two-fold creature on the ground
Look up and see my choices through the storm
Not unaware that nature thrills my soul
As soul and matter touch, lovely and warm
Like trees aflame with God, remaining whole.
You cannot say the soul is all alone
And matter nothing; nor the other way.
For we with both must see and love the known,
Until in light of glory, we decay.
Soul TankaI remain empty
Words go in and come out: both.
But those that fall out
Are full of my very soul.
I cannot be replenished.
Poetry is SaneMy head splits open, crammed full as it is
With heaven I have squished in confined space.
I am all logic, understanding this:
That finite worlds are mine now to embrace.
But come the muses, here to give me earth;
To rescue me from living dissonance,
And in the great expanse of art give birth
To raucous joys and star-strewn infinites.
For ere I climb Parnassus, I am healed;
My mind may dwell in matter, but my soul?
It is not held for ransom, nor revealed
To mortal eyes. Logicians, take a stroll.
Comes next this ink packed full with potency
As I relinquish pain for poetry.
End of SummerI once beheld dreams as leaves
Green and full of life
Their veins clear against the sunlight
Never to see autumn
Never to let go
Never to crinkle.
But some I behold now as at end of summer
wondering if fall will come
on them
after all.
Crushed to brown powder
And scattered to the wind--
some of them, yes.
But might I gather them into a pile
still shining with orange and red
and, piled high, full of the smell of earth
LEAP and believe
There's life in them yet.

Icarus Had I wings as he
Perhaps I would have chosen
Rather to die well
Flying, foolish, and sun-warmed
Than die hopeless, in the dark.
Brighter StillThe road is paved with light which welcomes dreamers
Out of deserts, into gardens
Only to remember
In the desert
The stars shone brighter still.
I Need Not FleeI fled him down the nights and down the days
But I ran unaware I would be caught.
For love is greater yet than rebel ways
And would that I had known t'was all for naught.
I am too loved to be left free to stray
And he the gracious one my freedom bought.
I need not flee as though a sinner scorned;
For rather, I am sought, loved, and reborn.
Softer SkiesBlue were the skies, realize, when disguised
As the rise of your grace to a happier place.
Stand in the face of the past. It won't last.
And tell those who ask, that you've come to be none.



camelopardalisinblue

CaitrionaI slide the blind up and your city breathes
below me, her daytime coat
(the steel and grit and human leavings)
hidden, she calls through the glass;
steeped in history, her glory is foreign
and familiar; a dichotomy built
on racial memory and fairy stories.
This land knows my feet as those of family
long gone; rejects and welcomes me
in equal measure and her peoples
live a thousand lives untold before me
like mine, at home. And here,
a car sweeps past, lights like arms
reach out and push, push, push,
until the velvet curtain slides away.
Somewhere, behind the glass, you,
I know, are out there; probably
you are lying awake, and you are there
beside a man who doesn't know how to love
without destroying: he is King Edward,
an empty coat reigning over your Scotland.
And through the miles I carry with me,
I speak to you in words you cannot hear
because you are out there awake at 4am,
and probably you haven't slept yet:
I can be your William Wallace,
I can sacrifice myself but I cannot save y
devotionwe don't play board games or
date, we simply rest, pressed
close, a back arched
softly into a stomach,
an inverted comma promising
compromise, company
always, she sleeps early,
my head rests, pressed
to the pillow; i breathe
everything she is, promising
compromise, company
small prices-- her hair
rests, pressed to the sheets,
my arms a circle she still
misunderstands, the flick
of her feet; promising
compromise, company
in his absence, the most devoted
lover; in his presence, the most
gracious friend, banished
to the edge of the bed; her head
still rests, pressed to us, promising
compromise, company.
it takes a villagehathi struggles, the shaft
draws at her skin, swelling
with rainwater and sticky with mud.
hathi breathes, paddling
and scrambling, and nobody says
Darwinism, nobody says no.
we see only an infant.
we don't speak, we just move.
hathi tires and we are fist deep,
tunneling a new path,
an arrow to the jungle.
hathi breathes, heaves
herself aground, and nobody says
anything. we watch her leave.
CycloneRain.
Winds shriek,
our walls buckle.

like burnt beef, i'm overcookedthe body says,
'i am tired'. it whimpers
and dodges work,
dropping scraps
from listless fingers;
the body turns a blessing
to a burden--
the already made cake
nestled in the belly
of our fridge, no longer
a delicious reason
for a night-time raid.
getting by is like a cashie's loansome people are built
to keep things inside: like mice
in the night, they steal nestings--
a small omission, an equivocation
and an obfuscation
to secure secrets in their breasts;
but i am a walking revelation--
truths burst from my frame
and scatter their seeds
over my loved ones
(that's why it's so hard not telling you
i am borrowing against a future
and the interest rates are higher
than the payoff)
mornings and numbersthe number of mornings
i have woken early
this week -- 7 -- sits stark
in the palm of my hands
a contrast against the number
of mornings i have woken
happy or content -- 0 --
and somewhere in the middle
the mornings the sun
forgot to shine -- 3 and a half:
there was one day he cried
as he swallowed down the last few mouthfuls
of comet stew, and six hours later
the moon tucked him into bed,
still weeping.
loving on suicide watcha spilling of cornflakes
skittering across the counter--
thoughts crunch over themselves,
words like tranquilliser; suicide;
hospital hospital hospital.
it's been three days since i took him in
handed the responsibility of his life
to the professionals,
and still, the fear follows me,
the way the razor would look
on his nightstand, missing
the one most vital piece
and it, fallen to the floor
beside him
the gasping of air at 2am
when i'm convinced he's tied himself
to the ceiling, a breathless kite
on a belt-string
the sudden bang of a backfire
raising my heart rate,
an easy overdose, pills slipping
from his fists down his throat,
all the ways i'm expecting to find his beautiful mess
no longer beautiful.
it's been three days and when i visit
his brain is fogged, medicated
into submission, and he is in there
somewhere, held captive
and screaming for freedom--
his eyes don't light up anymore.
and i'm too tired to move,
so i visit and i come home
and i fall into bed.
the cereal on the benc



Thanks to everyone here for participating in NaPo this year, and supporting NaPoWriMo. Hope to see you next year.

-M-

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NaPo 2015 Winners Feature 4
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Fridge Poetry #1 by Medoriko
Fridge Poetry #1
I give total credit for this idea (and future entries) to FridgePoetProject cause she is the one who does them, and quite flawlessly I might add. They kept peaking my interest and I ended up buying a set for myself. So, my addition to the Fridge Poet Project has begun. :la: It is my aim to do these daily. Hopefully. Mainly cause I can take the kit to work, and come up with my wordings THERE, and just snazz it up when I get home and post. :heart: Hope you enjoy.

Here is a better example of how it is done:

The Daily Magnet #22 by FridgePoetProject
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NaPo 2015 Winners Feature 3

Journal Entry: Wed May 20, 2015, 2:14 PM
:wave: Hey Guys! It's been a week since I last posted a Feature for the NaPo 2015 winners, but here is the next one. Most likely I will have only 1 or 2 more, so you're nearly done being bombarded by me :lol: Thanks to these guys for participating fully in NaPo this year and being in my group: NaPoWriMo It was a pleasure, and here is your feature :love:

brodskales

Day 9: Honky TankaDay 9: Honky Tanka
Give me more mayo
Spread that all on my chicken
I really mean dip
I just want to beat my meat
To run naked down the street
I was born for this
Yo this honky is banging
Shoot you with my jizz
Drinking tea in the basement
Mooching for free pay no rent
I was born funny
Y'all parents naming you shit
Lucky or Sonny?
Name you after a season
Suicide? Your new reason
Teen with fake struggle
Go back to that fairy tale
Suck on hairy balls
Wait till you really meet life
You will really use that knife
Day 22: SonnetDay 22: Sonnet
Yo I don't even read any writings
I just stand here and piss on all of y'all
Annoyed like when smokes take extra lightings
No references I just like to ball
I'd eat a book before I would read it
Country fans actually buy those shit tunes
Everyone else at the bay and seed it
Fuck Lambert I'd rather hit up the runes
Sweatshirt on my buds Kendrick on my phones
Fuck Eminem fuck every white boy
Every genre attack of the clones
How to tell between a tool and a toy?
Just like Star Wars one out of six are good
But the majority claim to be from the hood
Day 30: FinaleDay 30: Finale
List of people I don't like:
99.99% of the people on this planet
You can all piss up a rope
I don't care about New York
New Jersey, Texas, Florida and every other state
They're all shit I'd rather stay home ad masturbate
Than ever considering moving to any of your states
Fuck the autistic if people aren't ideal kill their ass
I want everyone to have black skin
Fuck government fuck religon
The only things I stand for are STL and ethnic cleansing
Firing squads, good movies, cannabis, cocaine
If I die from my own cause didn't die in vain
I'm a monster the last white person you kill
I make sure the rest of them go first and take a pill
That would just be self cleansing that'll teach me to be white
All my life and till the day I die I'm ready to bring on the fight
Fuck your petty squabbles over oil and false flag events
Time to go camping no need to bring your tents
Step on the gas
I can now semi retire into a life of playing games. It was nice to meet like 5 of the people on
Day 29: HostileDay 29: Hostile
Live with other people maybe talk to them once a week
My time's a valuable gift waste it waste your chance with me
Want to chill with me develop common sense
Become logical earn some respect
That shit's required that's the minimum
Otherwise you have to bribe my white ass
No car, no repairs, no gas
No running errand, no tax
I'd rather walk the city than do shit for other people
Rejection you'll learn to deal
Cool split like a banana peel
Suck on some potassium eat your vitamins
Go to the sun other ways to get your daily D
Go to beach white people tanning all around me
Never hated white people so much I want some space
Plague please just avoid the ideal race


I betcha by brodskales Frank FeelFrank Feel
Let me be Frank
I'll be beef you can be Anne
You can be turkey you can be pig
Somehow still on DA no ban
I was sure to be put in the brig
Write how I feel
A hot dog with toothpaste all on it
Healthy for the body healthy for the soul
You're the accident I'm a medical kit
Call that a late abortion pass my goal
Give up on politics and feel great
Everyone always appears late
Trace feels back to Lao Tzu
I'm still me that's true
Maybe changed a little in the head
I'll be me till the day I'm dead
You know I hold the key
Like you know I drink sweet tea
Been kicking the same way since at least 3rd grade
I'm deep I'm blunt usually staying the same shade
Chill, Chill, Kill
That's the Saint Louis mentality
3 tiers straight to the point
Never smoke too easy to get a joint
If I do anything it'll be acid or coke
As sure as this world's a joke
Baby's first existence?
Nice try God.
UntitledBitching Special
Ft. All-Skeet-Skeet
MysticalXana Kevyner
I'm dope y'all just be bitching
Look at this bitch get to stitching
Visit the midwest take em to the doctor
All-Skeet-Skeet gets to stitching
Fuck bitches fuck hoes suck on deez nuts
Want to fuck with me have some real guts
I'm God who's so vengeful drop bodies
Burn down whole towns for false worship
Tag me in journal bitch I'll fire back
Cause the Swamp Lodge is a wolf pack
On the next one bring in Fruit and Scruff
None of you can even hang with my stuff
I'm so dope I'm ahead of the times
I'm above the pope forgive some crimes
Ayo FlabbyDaPoet I know you did some shit
Water under the bridge I got a throat for you to slit
That shit's a holy war the future will hold us high
I take my time with DA I always go in dry
A hot dog with toothpaste on it so filling
The Swamp Lodge is always busy killing
Day 17: PrayerDay 17: Prayer
I need to get to heaven hear my prayer
Another thing to get a bitch on her knees
Either way recommended to peel a layer
"Please forgive me for all the sins I have commit"
Afterwards do some sinning
Christians used to winning
Catholics get to crusade Muslims get to Jihad
Buddhists keep it chill Taoist got no God
They seem so happy or so says the Brod
Is prayer worth my time just a control mechanism?
Inner religion conflict equals a schism
Just superstition just a goo luck charm
Or maybe it's just an excuse to cause harm
Just keep praying
Just keep obeying
You know where to find me
Hate my message go and mind me
 




Norrolith

WWWI'm hungry, feed me
your hearts desire.
your kids, entire.
You stare into me,
watching the cities
in my maw, the pretties.
Why not step off,
With all the rest?
You aren't the best.
I will take you.
Your flaws and
strengths in hand.
I'm hungry, feed me
and I will feed back
tell you what you lack.
The people inside me
are perfect, flawless
and you, you're less.
You need what I offer
My promises, my deals
I can sell you some ideals…
You really need this,
it'll set off your eyes.
Try that, now in an economy size
I'm hungry, feed me
kittens and factoids and scandals,
sad African kids without sandals.
If you can't say it well
then repeat what others say
it's B&W, who cares for gray?
Say what everyone thinks.
You know we've got your back
in our  righteous wolfpack.
Attacked from all sides?
I will offer a sympathetic ear,
and I never forget what I hear.
OmensWe once saw the future
written in sparrow's flight
We acted under the guidance
of stars, and though we were wrong
we at least we watching.
I saw a turtle crossing the road,
on our vacation. An old snapper.
We stopped a little ways away
to lend a hand, and then the
lady in the van hit the turtle.
She looked at us like we were crazy,
and I can't say we weren't mad.
Maybe we need omens,
Not because they're true
but they open our eyes
to the roadkill and the butterflies.
HuntedThe pack swept me away,
up from the gutters, made me
beautiful again.
Life, under the moon
Nothing could hold me back then
Siblings in rapture.
But the world is small
Too small, for the likes of us.
And we had to fade…
They got a sample,
Some little thing that convinced them
we were no longer myth.
We were observed.
Witnesses found, pictures taken.
No more corners anymore.
They shot Agatha.
Two in the head, like a dog.
The first of us gone.
It took three of us
before they took a captive
Myths don't have rights
Desperate deals,
struck late at night, over payphones
Running out of time.
We stood in the dawn,
Sitting duck for the ambush.
A sharp pain, then dark.
Harsh iron cages,
The scalpel hanging over head,
implied in every test.
Andrew's plan paid off.
If our secret was getting out,
throw it far and wide.
A packet, evidence.
Sarah's tooth, my photograph.
Enough to show the world.
I can only hope
that it spread, and was believed.
Too far to hide us.
We exist, we feel
We mourn, we
OvertimeTime is volatile
Present when you don't want it,
and lacking elsewhen.


FenMist split, luminous fens
Where secrets, heroes and dreams,
die to be reborn.
SlobI could say you been an inspiration.
Shown me what the world has to offer
for the unwary and the gullible.
You have shown me that despair
has no limits, one can always sink.
You have shown me what rises to the top
isn't usually cream.
You have been a template, a rubric
someone to measure others against
when assigning pity.
Though pity on you is wasted.
I wonder how you can stand this,
how has your dignity so rotted away
that it can look out of your eyes
and not kill you where you sprawl.
My dignity at last woke up,
stuck it's head above this rising tide
and screamed loud enough for me to hear.
It' past time I woke up.
It's not a matter of hate or loathing.
I could say it's matter of hygiene.
I could only wade through in the mud,
when I thought I was going somewhere.
You're only going in circles
spiraling down, a broken plane.
not even smoking anymore.
You don't hold a spark now.
I am leaving you...
All The Way.Have you died in your sleep?
Have you ever walked the plank,
to the end and fell down into the deep?
I bet you woke up, and found it a blank.
Chicken, why not go all the way?
Don't be a fool, and waste the night.
Heroes vanish in the light of day,
But before, they can show their might.
If you can stand against ten thousand in your dreams,
find that  you can glory in your fall, and push your seams.
DislocationI met myself the other day.
I looked across the room
and I locked eyes with I.
I didn't see myself at first
But saw the haircut and
the loud obnoxious shirt,
drowning out the face.
Past these defenses I saw
the times writ on my cheeks.
Etched under the eyes,
and in the mouth, open in surprise
The crowd swept in, a curtain
and I lost myself in the mass.
No one else had seen the other me,
save I
I wonder though which one they saw,
the care worn one, or the
mocking rebellious one.
I don't know which of us…
I don't know which one is me.


Hades-Flower

It Could Have Really HappenedThere he was
For the thousandth time
Death black
.357 Magnum
One bullet spinning
I ran out
Of the room
As the trigger clicked
Blood spraying
Everywhere
His arrogant brains
Everywhere
Damn him
The last thing
I have to clean up
After him
Is him.
BeholderYou
Holding your tiny spiky dragon
Grinning along with it
In your bedroom
While I smile at my computer screen
And ponder its unblinking eyes
Wanting so badly to be
In that dragon’s place
To find out if you’d cuddle as freely
And smile as affectionately.
Cloak and DaggerIs that a secret
In your pocket
Or are you just
Glad to see me?
I need to know.
Sacrifice"I'm dead inside"
He said to me.
I'd give everything
To resuscitate him.


NoctivagantI wandered aimlessly
And I found you
Another vagrant of the night
We have nothing in common
But our unpredictability,
Purposelessness, and
Capricious dependency
On each other
Our only constant
Is our instability
Forever vacillating
Between need and want
Unable to connect
With each other
CelestialYou only appear in shadow
A penumbra among stars
Mysterious, perhaps forbidden
Elusive as the Moon
But you are really just
The Sun uncertain of his gifts
Comfortable in the shadows
Never to escape the eclipse
She Said“Just leave him
In California.
“Just say,
‘We’re done,'
And drive away.’”
I had to laugh
At her crazy idea
Because it just
Might work.
CheersMy metaphors are
as shabby as this bottle
of marked down white wine


Parsat

RadianceFor those whose eyes in darkness never left,
The light uncovered scalds the blackened sight
And leaves in tears those eyes that never wept,
Who fled the day, exposed, to dwell in night.
Yes, unapproachable this light will shine
For those who shunned its gleam but felt its heat,
Content to live in coldness, and ne'er to dine
With Him who knocks and enters in to eat.
But those who learned to gaze upon the beams
And found them soft and tender in their glow
Will ever find His love beyond their dreams,
Where tears run dry, and all a full heart's woe.
His light will also from us emanate;
It will unspeakably be worth the wait.
Sonnet LXXIOp. 26, no. 11
Favor

Do not so much as my poor name rehearse;
Let me recede back to obscurity,
So if my image marred turns bad to worse
I'll keep my relative security.
A reputation's all a man could own,
And far from being able to be bought,
With this he earns respect, and then renown,
Or vile insult, though he be rich or taught.
Alas, my vain attempts to hide forget
This favor's still important to be gained,
And not by me, nor by my merits set.
That burden, may it not be self-attained,
But given as the side of wisdom's quest:
Well-earned, but not my first and main request.
Spring SingWith every strum I usher in
    the dying of the spring,
The summer's passion echoing
    through every guitar string.
But then my high E snaps!
    Without a rest I choose to sing.
When it comes to songs,
I always listened for the
lyrics anyway.
The End is NearThe end of this adventure's drawing nigh
As all my artistry is close to running dry.
Of these lines I have much to criticize
For what their hasty slipshod state implies.
But still, you take what you can muster up
And hope the proper words would cluster up.
For those who write, perfection's not the goal:
You'll find that diamonds form in seams of coal.


Surface Tensionwe're
tromping
off again
and it's my turn
to guide us to adventure, as practice.
but in the doing i hope we will speak
our heartfelt thoughts,
not silence,
not just
facts.
When Secrets Die with MeWhen time has passed and all of us have too,
Our flesh and bone lay moldering in dust,
Posterity will never know the true
And breathing way we lived as simply us.
Those nights we waited, those will become day,
And days we labored, those will fade to dark.
And still that time has not yet come to say
Those words, that if we died would make no mark,
Because they hide within the deep recess
Of hearts that lie in peril of cessation.
It burns to hold these words down in my chest
And never give release to this sensation.
There is no way to save these thoughts, save this:
When pen meets paper like a stolen kiss.
A Frozen Ballad, Part VIIIWinter's Waltz and Sorcery
The couple strode into the room,
Their faces filled with cheer,
That Elsa might their wedlock bless
And make their union clear.
Those fairytale wedding dreams,
Alas, were quickly dashed;
The Queen could not consent to such
A plan so very rash.
"My sister, this could only end
In breakup and regret.
You cannot love a man whom you
Have only this day met."
So deeply troubled was the Queen,
Her anxiousness arose;
She halted all festivities
And called the doors to close.
The princess in her consternation
Begged, now close to tears,
That Elsa might not end the night
She'd waited all those years.
"What can you know about true love
When all you've done is hide?
You shut me out, as if you hate
This sister you've denied!"
At this she grasped her sister's hand
With broken desperation,
And tore her glove off, unaware
Of icy desolation.
The shock was much too sudden and
The argument too fast,
And Elsa lost her temper, firing
Off an icy blast.
A cry of horror then ar
Nine Words: PraySo much to say, and still much more to pray,
So much to hope for in this time of testing.
It might be agony to simply stay
And keep these deep emotions still from cresting,
But here's the prayer I lift up without cease:
That every path we walk would still align,
That I would see your heart of love increase
In every way, in unison with mine.
In everything, let Christ rule as our King.


MagicalJoey

NaPo #30Spell Check
30-4-15
I can’t spell for shit,
Except when spell check helps me.
But then eye halve two get my grammar write,
Or else I look odd.
NaPo #25.1Reading is Alive
25-4-15
The stratified bookcase stands tall,
Menacing and mean.
It refracts all attempts of the torchlight
To see titles to read by.
But I want to see!
I want to see the knobby odontolite
Stuck in the grundle once again.
The bookcase scares me though,
So I desist and leave;
Knobby from my fight.
NaPo #25Chrysography
25-4-15
My chrysography is too gilded – it
Glitters too much – for my passion;
Passion so true my cheeks are skegs
And my hair a tomentum of wild joy.
My letters crankle in my hands
As I am forced out into the weald
To ply my trade.
NaPo #14.1Liquid Love
14-4-15
Let the liquid love languish
As it gleefully glides past your epiglottis
To end up as the tasteful tea staining your stomach.


NaPo #06Graveyard Beauty
6-4-15
Anchored by red petals it stands:
Beloved wife, mother, sister, daughter.
You have overcome this world, this life.
Anchored by red petals it stands.
Haunches burning, cap pulled low
Over Oakleys, or maybe RayBans.
Strong hands lie useless now,
Useless in this situation
And useless to save, to bring back.
As the sun shadows his loss
He curls more into himself and wonders
Whether she is in a better place after all.
Uselessly he stands,
Leaving a single red rose on the grave;
His tribute to those anchoring the beauty
That has become his mother’s grave.
NaPo #05She’ll Be Mine
5-4-15
In the dark of the night just before dawn her evil awakes.
It stretches sharpened fingers
Before closing them in a snappyhandedfist.
It opens sharp beaks and sighs out her name
With breath so putrid. It makes her crymummy,
Crydaddy,
Crygod.
She hears him hissing about her:
Never good enough...never
Wanted...never
Noticed.
Rise, minions, rise and show her
The life she leads
Leads to death...
And we welcome her with open snappyhandedfists.
In the dark of the night her evil has found her.
In the dark of the night just before dawn.
She hears him hissing about her:
Stupid...too stupid...far too stupid.
And just before dawn, in the darkness,
She crumbles and cries and gives up life to die.
NaPo #04Milkshake
4-4-15
I grabbed her, jabbed her, nabbed her.
I shook her, mistook her, hooked her.
Grabbed and shaken
The cow produced a milkshake for me.
NaPo #01I Love My Feet
1-4-15
Trekking across sands meant only for vehicles,
My bare feet sink deep into the earth
Coming out the other side streaked grey and brown;
Finally I am one with my country; I am no longer totally white.


RogueMudblood

EditedMismatched poetry
Behind a blinking cursor
Ready to delete
Words of brilliant symmetry -
Meaningless thoughts anyway.
Undecided QuestionsIs it better to
Be the sad truth none welcome
Or the happy lie?
Irony"I don't know what's in that."
Her voice echoed in his ears,
Rattling around his brain
As he struggled to soothe her fears.
Hair came loose from a plastic clip
With the violent shaking of her head.
Her adamant refusal had to be honored
Despite his growing, undeniable dread.
She left the office, child in tow,
Absent the recommended vaccine.
The boy was happy to avoid a shot,
The mother certain his blood was clean.
Once in the car, his voice called out,
"I'm hungry. Is it lunch time yet?"
Pulling up to the fast food drive-thru,
She ordered food without any regret.
WarningWe all have things that scare us.
A monster hiding under the bed,
Reality staring us in the face,
Never knowing when it will strike.
It's not easy to admit our fear,
Not simple to say we're frightened.
Good thing our anger shields us.


Just OneSingle word spoken
Changes the course of a world
No matter the size.
Chaos is UniversalIt ends, it begins.
It exists through and around -
And even within.
DamnationWhat worries me most
When I look at this creature-
My dark reflection;
Am I a demon destined,
Or can I avoid this fate?
GratitudeShocked and awed by love
Is a strange state of affairs.
Wondrous, to be sure.


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Thank you so much for the watch! I'm sorry this is so late! :heart:
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Again(??) thank you for the watch! <3
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HEY!!! 

Thanks for the :+devwatch: :D :hug: greatly appreciated :D 
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