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Who's Who on dA: Issue 4Hey everybody!
Medoriko here again with something I have been wanting to do for awhile. :heart:
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 out there in this big world that is the lit community on deviantArt.
Thus the entire point of this feature article series I'd like to call: “Who's Who on dA”. It will be feature articles


[Issue 4]

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



News from IrrevocableFate

Love DA Lit: Issue 197Welcome to the one-hundred ninety-seventh issue of Love DA Lit! holding hands  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
Assist and Admin: Issue 4Ever thought about creating your own Literature group? STOP RIGHT THERE. You may not need to! There could already be a group that is doing the EXACT thing you want to do. Before you touch that 'Create a Group' button, check here to see if you can be a part of an admin team. You have the added benefit of already having a team around you. How cool is that?!
:note: I'll be posting this monthly and weeding things out quicker than I did with Love dA Lit, I want this is be as up-to-date as possible!
:note: If you know of a group, or run a group, that needs administrative assistance send me a note or leave a comment below.
ezradeacon has a fantastic list of Lit Groups in Need if you can't find what you're looking for here.
New Additions
SixWordStories needs the following admins:
Love dA Lit Loves You: Vol. 11Hello lovelies. Love dA Lit Loves you! Well, it would if it were a sentient being, in the meantime please accept my undying love. Bunny Kitty Emoji-01 (Lovely) [V1]
I don't actually get a lot of notes / comments from people sending me news or contests, so when I do I'm super happy. Like. Super duper happy. And what better way to say thank you than feature those who support Love dA Lit [I will feature those that frequently comment and fave too]! Then I might surprise you and randomly feature some people just because I can or those who've sent me in DD suggestions. It's all about spreading the love! :heart:
As always I welcome suggestions for news, events, projects, groups, or contests for Love dA Lit! ♥
Special Edition Feature because of CRITMAS.
:iconsircassie::iconbattlefairies::iconanoya::iconparsat::iconnonsensical-inks:
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Features N' More from: TwilightPoetess

Undiscovered Gems(51)Don't forget about these, please:
 
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With the launch of the "Undiscovered" browsing option, there are a TON of awesome artworks I've been finding and admiring, and I just have to share them with you guys.
I WILL be taking suggestions for this series, as well, so if you discover something while browsing the bowels of dA that you think needs to be shared, please send me ( TwilightPoetess ) a note titled Undiscovered Gems.
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Undiscovered Gems (51)
today's theme: Don't Blink!
  
  
  Desert Landscape/City by PaulYoder
ways we constellate by your-methamphetamine Sweet Nightmare by DarkVenusPersephonae 
A Call to Conversation :: :devlittleblueraccoon:If you have a deviant you'd like to see included, please send TwilightPoetess a note with the subject "Call to Conversation"--make sure to include the deviant's name as well as a reason you think they'd make a good interview subject! Also, feel free to send along a question or two you'd like to have answered by them!
This week's feature is littleblueraccoon!
Kat has a smooth, beautiful way with words--the pieces in her gallery sweep you up in their rhythm and keep you floating, a ship on the waves, until the end.  If you don't have Kat on your watch list, you should give her gallery a look--you won't regret it!

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Is there a story behind your username? Care to tell us?

Actually, there’s no story behind my username. Aw, how boring...I can never think of usernames for websites, so I just kinda smushed together my favorite color and the


Adjusting the Antennae chromeantennae

Adjusting The Antennae (Ep. 16)Hello one and all, and welcome to our second Thanksgiving special! Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Holidays to everyone as well. I'm so glad to have you all here today with me and my very, very special guest. However, before I dive right into who this guest is (And a familiar face here on this series), I am your host, chromeantennae and it is an honor and a privilege to be a part of your Thanksgiving, today. And since this is the day of giving, I really couldn’t ask for anyone better than the truly inspirational LadyLincoln. Jenene is one of my biggest dA heroes here and she is someone I whole-heartedly admire and love with all of my heart. She is someone I'm extremely thankful for in my life on and outside of deviantART.
She's also here with me on the show again because she has a very important cause near and dear to her heart that she would like to raise my awareness on. And I wanted to assist her in that endeavor so I bring this true beauty back onto the sho


<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.
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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



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She had always been a smidgen short
of something whole and he was never
broken to begin with.

Except sometimes they sort of were
entirely, irreparably, miserably, broken.

Where are you going?

Where are you going, where I can't follow?

And that, she finds for all of her brilliance and prodigal logic,
is something she couldn't answer.

It sort of scares her, a little,
when she thinks about it at night.
Especially when there's no one to see her,
and the only thing that touches her
is the inky darkness of her room.

Other things scare her too.

The thought of her name sprawled across a grave,
broken beyond repair. Yet, he is her line to humanity;
His smiles are her air.

He is all essence.

Yet, he bothers her in a way she didn't know
she could be bothered. They were oil and water;
open but couldn't fit.

She wonders if that's how he felt about it.
He still is everything, prodding at her mind.
He will always be everything.
Because he reminds her.

He reminds her of who she was before she wasn't.
And that's the most important thing.

They would never be in harmony,
but their discord sounded more like
a heaven's choir and -sometimes-
nothing else in the world could come close.



glass bones and paper skin
"And in the end the words won't matter
'Cause in the end nothing stays the same
And in the end dreams just scatter and fall like rain"

:heart:


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Who's Who on dA: Issue 4

Sun Feb 22, 2015, 3:15 PM by Medoriko:iconmedoriko:
Hey everybody!

Medoriko here again with something I have been wanting to do for awhile. :heart:



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 out there in this big world that is the lit community on deviantArt.



Thus the entire point of this feature article series I'd like to call: “Who's Who on dA”. It will be feature articles spotlighting some lesser known dA writers. Hopefully, this will serve to get some views/attention their way. Or, at the very least, make their day for a bit. :love:

If you have any people in mind that you think should be featured in any of the Who's Who Issues, feel free to note me privately with their dA name, why you think they should be featured, and maybe some pieces you think need to be included.

Here's Issue 4:

LaBruyere

PenhallowCover to cover
Blood running between the lines,
And lies like pollen
Spread from life to love and back.
Brother, grant the love we lacked.
Loved Deeper StillI have indeed loved deeper still
Before my mem'ry let you go,
And cast about for barren thrill.
I have indeed loved deeper still,
And I will love again. I will.
My calloused heart will overflow;
I have indeed loved deeper still
Before my mem'ry let you go.
Come back to me and force my hand--
I cannot cause myself to feel.
Your love my heart will not withstand;
Come back to me and force my hand.
Alas, you heed not my command.
Instead, you wish my soul to heal.
Come back to me and force my hand--
I cannot cause myself to feel.
This love steals slowly in the night--
I breathe the soft grace as I sink.
What must I do? How shall I fight?
This love steals slowly in the night.
I have indeed loved; you were right:
I built my shackles link by link.
This love steals slowly in the night--
I breathe the soft grace as I sink. 
The Queen of ArtsI gave a sacrifice of skin and bones;
She slew the dragon fruit with orchid eyes
Once pasted 'gainst her skull in sky-green tones.
The hirsute holly held the best disguise.
Now round the garden goes our best intent.
Said four a.m., "the timorous must flee.
For this, the summer of our discontent
We must be brought to bare our hearts to thee."
The clock struck half past four and she is near,
Resplendent in her candled fairy home
Accepting homage for her fourteenth year
And casting minstrels out into the gloam.
O Queen of Arts, you bring this rhyme to close
With fourteen lines, a nightmare, and a rose.
My Present LongingI longed for summer
Back in dusty rooms of woodsmoke
Reveling in cocoa, briefly,
But aching for days I remembered
As alive
And full of joys in cut grass
And watermelon rinds.
Summer evenings cooled to sultry theatres
For fireflies on a clothesline-curtain stage.
And my age
Was two and a hundred sixty
For all the breeze knew.
Skinned knees at ten
Sunburnt knees at twenty
And now, knowing that the summer evenings
Slip
From the clothesline into winter
I wish I'd had more snow cones
And sticky hands at midnight
Ere the crisp leaf pumpkin autumn sends it home.



EmmieBeeCreations

Foggy NightSnaking trails of mist
Cut my breath away;
Inhale the silent terror
Of a hundred memories;
Trees rattle with ice, unseen
Reaching in the shadowy curtain
To find me
To grip me
To hold me in this darkness
This shifting, sifting world of black.
Time stands still - 
Only the fog moves,
Creeps over my skin;
Cold seeps into my bones,
Calling to mind desolate moors,
Creatures of other worlds,
Lost children,
Ancient tales,
Tears
And loneliness.
Great, stretching, deepening, ghostly
Loneliness. 
Any Good    It was a stormy day in the middle of a weary summer. Gray rain was smuding the windows of a certain darkened house. Robin sat in her living room, staring at shadows of droplets sinking over the walls.
    At the very same moment, her younger brother was signing twin adoption  papers in sunny California.
    Baby birds were nestling in a tree close by, children of a sparrow rescued last spring.
    A child in Haiti was still thrilling to the contents of a Christmas shoebox.
    A beloved bulldog was home with his family after days on the run.
    Hung on a sweet neighbor's mantle was a "thank you" card, bringing a smile whenever she dusted.
    And a midwestern tornado spared a brilliantly-designed bank building.
    Memories of supporting her brother through a dark depression, saving a sparrow, sending a shoebox, returning a lost dog, mailing a "thank you" note, and befriending a reclusive engineer
My Artist    The first thing I ever saw was her thoughtful face, pondering over me. I didn't smile. I couldn't move. I barely had any life in me at all… I was so stagnant and flat. Yet somehow I was starting to live. I must have been very vivid in her brain. 
    The next time she drew me, I was in a much more dynamic pose. That was more like it. I could feel a personality shifting and taking form. I wondered who I was.
    My hair got longer on the next page - a bit more wavey - and my eyebrows got a teensy bit sassier. My eyes were the favorite, though. She spent so long on each one, getting them just right. How thankful I was that she always sketched them first; I got to watch her draw the rest of me. Her forehead wrinkled and nose flared when she was most concentrated. She would let out sighs and little gibberish noises with her lips whenever she erased part of me. But whenever something was right, like a special flare i
Please Change BackI had learned to live with it, the rain.
It had become normal, accepted, expected
I was gasping with pain at first,
Every drop an acid sting,
But now it was a part of life.
But suddenly, thrillingly, surprisingly,
It changed to snow.
Every flake a new hope, cooling my old burns,
Wafting through the wind like precious dreams.
I never wanted it to end.
It was never supposed to end.
But it changed back to rain.



omnibusjeremius

i will find foreveri've been told that 
nothing is forever -
forever's only fantasy
but i will go and find forever
and i'll bring it back
for you and me
Homelessi.
Concrete beds
Sleepless woe
Discomfort, unrest
Cardboard pillow
Empty bellies
Nutrient deficiency
Skin and bones
Crying pleas
Ragged shoes
Stained, torn shirt
Ripped pair of pants
All covered in dirt
Loneliness
Family separation
Begging pleas dismissed
Acute isolation
Poverty.
ii.
Beds and snuggies
Bed-time stories
Heated room
And slumberous glory
Refrigerators 
Pantries, snacks
Foolish dining -
Obesity's back
Closets and drawers
Clothing galore
"Nothing to wear"
We ask for more
Family visits
Christmas parties
Loving hugs
So warm and hearty
Luxury.
Life HaikuThe secret to life -
But, hush, only you may know -
The secret is to
Love is...That dusty, old board game on the highest shelf -
Impossible to reach until we are tall enough.
Or perhaps, until a step stool is used? (Alas, however, that is blind ambition!)
But once we are tall enough, and we grasp it,
We find that some parts are broken,
Some parts are missing,
And the instructions are nowhere to be found!
Yet,
We still play the game.



TheShanar

NeuronElectrically alive
lighting strikes,
charging the skip
of the synaptic gap.
Diffusion dance,
graded defiance
a  stimulus hiss
'till light
stops sparking.
ConcentrationI lost my mind a while ago,
I wonder where it went.
It could be fishing in a stream
or camping in a tent.
It might be flying in the air
or floating in the sea,
and the only place it isn't
is in my head with me.
The Rain fell UpIt was a blustery, gusty day,
storm clouds dark and dreary,
a perfect time to loaf away
but the rain
fell
up.
Human heads reclined,
water pooled along the blue
and no one had a single guess
as to what to do.
Scientists confounded and
creationists expounded
as to why the precious water
away from earth had flew.
Would it stay exalted,
pooling in the air,
continue casting webbed light
from the atmosphere?
An astronaut in space said
the earth looked like a laugh,
a spinning, churning tub
with too much bubble bath.
And when his ship returned to earth...
it splashed.
Storm BrewersThe three old ones began to dance.  No longer could they creak in their rocking chairs, tatting rainbows and humming soft rains.  Their old bones whined, and they knew it was time to gather long bolts of wind and sing a storm into their cauldron (which is to say, the world).  
The three of them, old and wrinkled, began to stomp out a gentle rhythm and one began to chant.
Cauldron, simmer sun no more,
better things for you in store,
fill yourself with winded wrath!
Cloth yourself with lightning flash!
Each moved their mouth in unison, only one speaking.  They shared one voice between them.
Let no lightning strike or burn…
The second spoke, immediately contradicted her sister’s previous statement.  The first opened her mouth in a voiceless yowl as the second continued.
rather, let the ocean churn
toss the beings out as chaff,
spare no mortal further path!
A frenzy followed, their dance quickened with wild intentions.  The cauldron swirled with c



oviedomedina

Shift your cogsMachinery.
Ready yourself
for a tomorrow of hauling
-for you will be nothing more
than teethed wheels and wires
she will coolly keep her hands on the controls
so hope for no last minute blackfuses
or cableburnings
life´s drone.
TheatreAnd to think
out of four invisible walls
Folks have managed
to weary down our reading eyes
with floods of thesis.
The curtains can not restAs you meander
through the back stitches
of the high tables
-academics still assuming
every one plastered into the seats
is a wrighter of plays-
echoes of potential accidents
screech
in the night
-tires leave their fears and shivers
most blackbloodily-
they take seconds to reach my shivering window
-too late they arrive,
as the inane giggleshows
intrude from the neighbouring dormitore-
and sob their tragedy
augmented by the hauntings
of rains hours past.
The next week´s wheelings await none:
you hope the locks metalic
order will keep the talkdallying
away from your and your soldiering
thrugh this new years pensum
you hope thw window, with its pastel
eyelids sleeping the night
will relax and stretch purringly
what is left of your weekend
outside you must hear the hail
salute it
farewell -not!- the boredom
on the other side of your room
trust the window lulled
by the city´s bubbly speeches
of rain
coming from the night.
AstronomyBehind the atmosphere
of a lidded window
another twinkling household
is a fading star
in the night before the lifetoil.



Give these guys some love and attention, will ya? :love: They deserve it. :heart:

Till next week.

:dalove:

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What's Been Going On?

Journal Entry: Fri Feb 13, 2015, 3:51 PM
So. Had a great birthday last week. Got some spiffy gifts, had a lot of drinks, the usual lol Otherwise, things have been pretty stressful. University + work + everything else + being sick = not so happy Nadia. But I think I'm getting through the thick of it and soon things should subside.

On a HAPPY note, I picked up my new 3DS XL and Majoras Mask HD today. So that was a thing. The Order: 1886 comes out next week, so that's also a thing. I will also be going to my Production Class next week for my soon-to-be radio show with my roomie. That's an even better thing.

Other than that, just trying to make it through these repeated blizzards we're having up here in Nova Scotia WITHOUT throwing myself off a cliff. So done with winter. Bah.

Oh. Also realized INCREDIBLY late...that it's HaikuWriMo. I had completely forgot so I am so behind ;~; lol So it is my aim to try to catch up. Wish me luck :p

Anyway, not much else to tell. 

Love you guys.

:heart: 

Lit Etc. Volume 2: Valentine's Day

Fri Feb 13, 2015, 1:50 PM


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 connects human beings to each other in that it allows us to share each other's perceptions, emotions, and experiences. A gifted artist may capture creatively what we feel but cannot express ourselves.

Literature can help to inspire other mediums of artistic expression.  Challenging and powerful literature can set the stage for amazingly poweful and compelling representation in other forms.

I find other works of art, outside of literature, inspires me in my own creative processes. It is through this that Lit Etc is born. I want to bridge the gap between Literature and other forms of literature, through the amazing bits of art found in the nooks and crannies of this expansive site. I hope that you will find this project/collection to be awe-inspiring, or at least interesting enough to open your eyes to a truth: Whether you draw, photograph, paint or draw, we are all connected in our passions.

Medoriko Heart



Volume 2: Happy Valentine's Day (or not)

Love - by CelticBeauty by loveLove. by darkbutterfly6Love by janpirnatphotoLove by ZoeSotet


Is It Love?If I hugged you,
would you never let go?
If I kissed you,
would you cherish that moment?
If I reached for your hand,
would you take mine gently?
If I needed a shoulder,
would you let me cry on yours?
If I needed to talk,
would you really listen?
If I needed to scream,
would you do it with me?
If I needed to go,
would you come with me?
If I fell for you,
would you catch me?
or just let me hit the pavement?
Love itI feel your hands in my hair.
I feel your breath on my neck.
I feel your body pressed so close to mine.
I feel your lips on my throat.
I feel your hands move to my back and your lips work their way up to mine.
I feel you and I love it.
I hear you say you love me.
I hear you whisper my name.
I hear you tell me I'm the only one for you.
I hear your breath in my ear.
I hear your soft snores as I fall asleep.
I hear you and I love it.
I see you as I run into your arms.
I see your face break through my world of darkness.
I see you fight away my fears.
I see you wipe away my tears.
I see you're in love with me.
I see you and I love it.
I taste your lips.
I taste your tongue.
I taste your throat as I kiss it.
I taste your love.
I taste your passion.
I taste you and I love it.
I smell your colone as I hold you.
I smell your shampoo as I hug you.
I smell your toothpaste as I kiss you.
I smell your excitement as you cuddle me.
I smell the smell I've been waiting so long to smell.
I smell you and
LoveLove,
Is beautiful,
Is pain,
Is wanted and needed,
Like the falling rain.
Love,
It completes you,
It doesn't die,
It moves,
It'll make you cry.
Love,
What I breathe for,
What's worth waiting?
What's inside,
This game of baiting?
Love,
You can't escape,
You can't deny it,
You can't ignore,
Or try to forget.
Love,
Every waking moment,
Every beat of the heart,
Everything you do,
For love from the start.
Love,
Find it within you.
Find it soon,
Find it in the shadows,
Of the fading moon.
Unrequited Love...You watch him from a distance
You love to see him smile
You wish one day he might be yours
If only for a while
You wish that you could tell him
To have the strength to say,
"I love you and I wish that you
Could feel the same one day!"
Your heart beats as he comes towards you
Only to walk on by
You try to tell yourself you don't love him
Try to believe your lie…
You wish, you dream, you hope, you pray
That you could be together
Maybe if you could make him see
That you two could last forever.....
I hate love poemsI hate love poems.
I am sick to death with,
"How soft are his lips",
"The curve of her hips",
I don't want to hear about these fallacies you build up in your head,
And write in your little black book to show your friends,
Pretending you're some great poet.
The world is filled with billions of topics, and yet,
Nine times out of ten,
Amateurs, with their books of words
And rhyming dictionaries,
Chose to write about an emotion, a fear of loneliness.
"Her golden hair",
"His chocolate stare",
I can't take it anymore.
One at a time, you march onto stage, and squint in the glaring spotlight
As you smile at the faceless, dark audience
And pour out your thoughts on love
With bad rhyming and questionable syncopation.  
Poem after poem after poem
"I feel his hands upon my neck",
"When you're gone I am a wreck",
And I sit there, on that itchy green sofa and wish
With every single bone in my body,
Going past the bones and wishing with every inch of myself,
That I was anywhere but here.
Love Hate RelationshipI hate your perfect smile
I hate your perfect teeth
I hate that your the only one who can look at me and see what's beneath
I hate it when your hair looks great
I hate when I see you out on dates
I hate the way you make me feel like you're the only one that's real
I hate it when you ostracize me
Even worse when you make me feel guilty
For thinking secret thoughts of you that your girlfriends would never let me do
I hate it when you're mean
I hate that I can't be your dream
I hate that no matter how hard I try you always make me want to die
I hate that she has taken you away
And there's no longer a reason to be here today
I hate that you have caused me to cut but I mostly hate that I can never truly hate you, no matter what



Valentines Day - red heart by fearblanklove hate by Notokhelenahate-love by hirielli hate you by Slgado
Love and Hate by Leox90




Until next time. 

:dalove:












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Lit Etc. Volume 2: Valentine's Day

Where Lit and Art Intersect: Celebrating the synergy between words and images.

This is my attempt to blend the two.

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Who's Who on dA: Issue 3

Fri Feb 13, 2015, 1:26 PM by Medoriko:iconmedoriko:
Hey everybody! Medoriko here with something I have been wanting to do for awhile. :heart: 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 out there in this big world that is the lit community on deviantArt.

Thus the entire point of this feature article series I'd like to call: “Who's Who on dA”. It will be feature articles spotlighting some lesser known dA writers. Hopefully, this will serve to get some views/attention their way. Or, at the very least, make their day for a bit. :love:

If you have any people in mind that you think should be featured in any of the Who's Who Issues, feel free to note me privately with their dA name, why you think they should be featured, and maybe some pieces you think need to be included.

(Sorry that this is so late. Been super busy with midterms and snow storms gracing my daily life. :no: All that aside, here is Issue 3 :heart: I made it shorter, so it would not be so overwhelming. Feedback would be appreciated. Do you think 5 is a good amount for each issue?)

scripted-silence

twitchitorywith their shotguns
held you at breaking point
till overboiling with adhesive stars
and saran wrap
with a riptide
of exquisitely pent-up politesse
some waves we measure
by their troughs, others by their crests
and I’m lingering on a line of incision
collision
filth fingered and flayed
at the lips
Reasonable Doubt (Seasonable Scars)this is a matter of pleading guilty.
this is violation
of the deepest filler fabric
                 the waning of budding trees
                               wire spilling beneath the eye’s least windowshade
all strings gather
                 here
some epileptic fissure of the mind: —
reading between the lines, there is an ancient
birthright that is opening its arms to hypocrisy
its petals to pollen:
                              culprit coronated
                                                        (brief)case closed.
day by endless dayoften and more often
my eyes sting with tears for
reasons I can’t explain /—/
I’ve got a calendar with a Van
Gogh painting for each month
and I’m crossing off time on it
one  d  a  y  at a time /:/
the painting for
        February is a blossoming tree
and I look out the window
and I put on my
                          overcoat
and I close my eyes.
what i'd like to know ishow do you like your
rosebud daughter
now that she has shown
her thorns
dreams of icarusI deal the misfortune
that so naturally befalls the Hitchcock clocktower
he will never see me coming so long
as you never learn my name:
and the sky so true
you will forget it is even real
 
I dabble in the despair
that Steinbeck once put to his lips
narrowed his crinklecut eyes
and left to the dreams of icarus:
just imagine, he would take off his spectacles
and raise a hand to the gratefullest, joyfullest moment of my life;




ScarsFromMyPastLife

wildi am not accustomed to being loved
& i once was a fox in a trap,
but even foxes can be tamed
(take the woods from the beast,
and you will only kill it.)
Untitledbroken heartstrings choke me
(i am sorry to disappoint)
and i am sorry that this heart is weary,
this skull is engraved with past mistakes.
(and yet i just keep failing.)
Red string of fate: collabRed string of fate, 
Red as blood,
Who am I tied to? 
Does this string lead to you? 
You tie my future
To my fated one
You wrote my past
Red string of fate.
Together we are complete
Forever one
Without you my tears fall
Red as blood.
What is my destiny?
Where does it lead? 
Who is my fated one? 
Who am I tied to? 
I think this is love I feel for you
But this string is so tangled
And the world is so painful
Does this string lead to you? 
Untitledi am a metaphor for tragedy,
and you should know
poet girls?
we burn.
(red says i'm a monster
he would know, wouldn't he?)
hamartiaBlue says I should be dead.
I say I already am.
There’s a strange duality to neurogenesis—what I am and what I was, converging, creating what I am to be. I go to the funerals of people I never knew. She knew them. She, me…what’s the difference?
Where do I draw the line between who I was and who I am now? With every passing second I am dying and being reborn, a phoenix in the ashes of neurons.
It would be easier if Blue would leave. I find solace in the fact that one day, all of my memories will fade, including my memories of him. At the same time, it haunts me, the winter when I suffered miserably—the first time I truly died.
I draw too many parallels between him and the flame…my flame. My hero boy. Perhaps it’s just coincidence, the things they have in common…perhaps my two truest loves simply click in the same way.
In my bones, I know that Blue is dead. If not truly dead, then dead to me. Maybe he’s not a six-feet-under boy in tha




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Entitaria

[Letters]4. [i used to believe you,
    until your smile cracked;
    deceit ran through your veins
    and your ribcage shook
    with whispered breaths
    i'd ignored]
    _____________________________
    you'd always
    had a knack for
    finding specks of sun-
    shine in abandoned
    cardboard boxes
    and i would
    see your face
    light up with joy
    that i couldn't
    understand
    but i
    never
    envied you
   (because you
    never let anyone
    see that flicker
    of light, again)
[Letters]3. [my memory is fickle; this one i won't forget]
    _____________________________________________
    i always thought that we
    were clockwork;
    spiral springs and gears
    working constantly
    in biological
    binary-coded mechanisms
   (and every thing's covered
    in rust, i shouldn't
    have stood outside
    in the rain
    for so long
    but nothing else
    could remind me
    of what it felt like
    to be forgotten)-
[36]-and they
 march
 on
 striding through mazes
 with a sixth sense for
 lantern-answers;
 its light tracing through
 the cracks in the pavement
(and their eyes are at
 half mast, and wide awake)
 whispers don't pass by
 without making a sound
 after all
 a mute-spell was bound
 to wear off when
 the ocean of their
'i could have been'
 thoughts, crash
 through the same
 maze, she
 was standing above-
catch, record, returnchapter one had been
burned - nothing but
a pile of ash left at
her apartment door
three, was lost
- unkempt at the seams,
reams of paper flowing
outwards from fickle
bindings
four never came home
- never tried to break
the silence left in the wake
of the sun, burning
through the window
two, was confused
-too frightened to tend
to the others when
they wandered aimlessly
and five?
five was watching
-pulling the others
back by their edges
silently, calmly, contentedly
observing as it remained
open, at the desk of the one
who had just left
with a
twinkling laugh
phone in hand
and keys
left behind
in the dust
[30]-in a dream full
 of sea-bound,
 apathetic
 fates,
 her words
 are silence-




TomCranham

Ghosts dance and whisper songsThe sun, vanquished once more, its last rays of warmth long departed, left this world one of shadows. Gigantic fluffy clouds hovered above, carpeting the sky, separating the heavens from mere mortals, and from them, driven by a compelling wind fell a million and one unique icy stars with the sole intention of coating the world white. Trees - bare, countless fingered hands beings, swayed, waved, stretched for life, and one such specimen’s reach was far enough, it tickled a certain window.
The hour was late, though not so as to have enticed the Liz from her book to a sanctuary of dreams. In the spare bedroom of her friend Amy’s house, with Maya the black and white collie who she was dog sitting dozing at the bottom of the covers, she read under the gaze of a lonesome light, because sleep, that slippery companion, would never appear unless she devoured words before bed. Though her mind wasn’t intertwined with the tome, no, it was distant, at the hospital, in a ward with
Life is beautifulThe past teaches lessons
gives contrast to the future
just as death does to life.
Because that’s what makes all this so beautiful
that no matter your sex, age, beliefs
any second could be your last.
Flying a kite to our playlistBefore I met you
I fell out of love with music
It was all the same
My enjoyment in it's presence, elusive.
You shared your heart
Showed me a world of lyrics through your eyes
Set to base, guitars, piano and beats
my world was lifted up to the skies.
Life had a soundtrack once more
Powered by our declaration, friends forever whatever
We bestowed each other gifts of melody
Bringing smiles for any such weather.
Now all that is done
You decided to end our unity
With you, our ballads dead
I too, die inside truthfully.
Our songs have survived
They play morning, noon, and night
And I think of you
Hope, dream that one day
                                    to our playlist
                                         
Not goodwhat hurts more?
your words or silence?
both,
cut deeper than
a knife in the back.
A RoseI know I should think of her not
to save my sanity, she must be forgot
She's a rose, taken root in my mind
sharp, beautiful, deadly, kind
A travesty it will be to end such heart
like putting a blade to the greatest work of art.



You guys are awesome.



Like seriously.  I appreciate people sending suggestions, it makes things WAY easier. :lol:

Till next Week. 

:heart: 

Medoriko 

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Who's Who on dA is my meager attempt at spreading some cheer to fellow members of the lit community, as well as showcase some pieces that I found both inspiring and not as viewed.

Please give these deviants a closer look, you may also find something you like. :eyes:

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