Hey everybody! Medoriko here with something I have been wanting to do for awhile. 
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. 
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. 
I'm sure you yourself know plenty of talented people writers in the lit community.
Now, onwards to Issue 2! 
My love the moon.
Winter's white blanket,
caresses the ground so tight.
I look up into the sky,
bathed in reflected light.
She calls to me,
the lovely gentle moon.
I sigh as she hides,
the clouds they make her swoon.
To say I love her,
would do my heart no justice.
Love is just a simple word,
not great enough for the way I feel.
Can there be no other emotion,
Lust is closer but it is not this real?
Looking up at her heavenly body,
I grow jealous of the stars.
I may be closer to her,
Yet up there it dosen't seem so far.
Winter is slowly biting into my bones,
goodby my love, I turn away.
With all my love- Earth.
GoldenMountain peaks draw her,
Closer down, bringing us light,
From golden bosoms.
Resolved!Resolution
I promise to,
remember,
what I say.
I promise to,
do,
what I write.
I will...
Lose 30 pounds,
I am too hungry!
Go on vacation,
As soon as I finish.
Eat healthy,
One more candy bar.
Go to church,
Next Sunday.
Be Nice,
You son of a B****!
Not be a pushover,
Your right I’m dumb.
Get more organized,
Just throw that over there.
To accomplish goals,
After this nap.
Be more active,
I need to rest.
I Promise,
Not to change,
Ever!
How to Eat a SoulScene 1
The sun shines brightly through the window directly onto a purple chase where Jena sees her fathers form relaxing as she wakes. Her eyes light up with excitement as she has not seen him in weeks. She rushes over to his side and kneels down and lets out a breath that she had not realized she was holding, as she looks up at her fathers face.
“I have missed you so, daddy! When did you get back?” She jumps up beside him on the chase. What she wouldn’t give to be able to wrap him in a giant hug.
“I never left, love. You know I always look over you.” He insists. “Well, we don’t get to talk long this morning, I think I hear your mother outside the door.”
Jena’s shoulders drop and she lets out a sad sigh. “Daddy, why doesn’t she like it when I talk to you?”
He looks her in the eyes and shakes his head. “She doesn’t understand, that’s all. I love you, sweetie.”
“I love you too daddy.
Letter to AuthorsAny Author,
You are an author whether or not you are published. The day that you sit down and start typing or putting pen to paper; you become an author. I know that alot of us belittle ourselves everytime that someone asks us, what we do. "Oh, I am a writer but not published." That is what we say, before giving the other person a chance to give us feedback. We have already severed the connection.
From this day onward, when someone asks what it is you do, you tell them; "I am a writer." Then you stop, don't add that next part, they may ask what you write. You know what, the person you are talking to may be interested in your work. Even better, the one person that you are talking to might just be what is standing in between you and being published.
I would be lying if I said that I have never uttered that statement followed by the words, but not published. Today, let us agree to never utter those words again. Today, let us stand together because we are writers and we are authors. We too
Twilights DanceIn a moonless night,
watching twilight dance around,
circling the heavens.
Mechanical affairs a JCP Short storyIt was nearing the late afternoon and the sun shone like a spotlight through the dirty, old kitchen window. Well, that isn’t the way I would have explained it, I’m not that poetic. However I did want to start off this story with a nice bit of imagery. What was I talking about? Oh yeah. So I was in the kitchen making myself a sandwich. That doesn’t sound nearly as pretty as before but what can you do. I would have asked one of the workers who were on break to do it but it was the weekends and a holiday was coming up so pretty much everybody except a few select people left and aren’t coming back until Tuesday. I however live here so I’m not going anywhere.
I was making a sandwich called the Albatross and the reason why I named it after a bird is because my boss really likes birds so practically everything here has something to do with them either in name or in shape. The house I live in is called “The Owl Nest.” From the outside, it just looks li
Taste For AdventureGraham woke up the same time every morning. 8:37 A.M. It was something that she had done over and over and over again since she was taken in by the priests. As she opened her eyes and took in the sight of the bright light pouring in from the window, highlighting her blue and white quilt and the wooden floor of her quarters, she had a strong urge to just keep right on sleeping. But she couldn’t just sleep the day away; for the same reason why she didn’t anyday. she had duties to attend to in the monastery.
Sluggishly, she sat up and wiped the clumped up hair out of her eyes. She pushed away the thick quilt and pulled her feet out from underneath, allowing her to swing around and place them by her bedside. she stood up and stretched a little, attempting to purge the last bit of sleepiness from her body. She stared out the somewhat dirty glass of the large window just by her bed. Outside was Asphodel, arguably one of the prettiest regions in the land.
Fingers of continental la
Twisting in the WindAs the mighty sun stares down upon the deep expanse of the American desert wasteland, the heat roasts the floor of the biome like a crucible, turning each individual grain of sand into embers which fly on the wings of invisible birds of wind, smashing into the settlers and ranchers of the land as they attempt to live in this unforgiving land, fighting the harshness of the terrain. Many who live in places to the East, where new fancy gizmos such as the automobile and the radio create the closest thing to a paradise since the Garden of Eden, never seem to acknowledge the hardships of the West. But anybody who has ever gone out there and returned alive could tell you otherwise.
But even with the pain of living in the Desert, many still did. This included the lone rancher who stood in his patch in front of his farmhouse, tending to the short rows of crops that sat boxed in by a dried out, cracking wooden fence. As the sweat accumulated in colonies across his forehead, he reached up with th
SH!FT: Introduction
Nothing. That’s what the man felt. Nothing. Not the kind of nothing where there are no emotions. The kind where you aren’t taking in the sights you see in your eyes, the sounds you hear in your ears, taking the data that your body, the piece of mechanical ingenuity that it is, and not looking over it, not studying or observing the things you see. He was just lying there, with nothing else to do.
The reason behind this was simple….there was nothing to feel. For who knows how long the unnamed figure had been lying down on the hard wooden floor staring up at the ceiling. He couldn’t remember anything. He couldn’t remember where he was, how much time had passed, what he was doing, what had happened to cause him to end up here. He couldn’t remember faces, names, events, stories, ideas. He couldn’t remember when he had woken up or why he was asleep to begin with. He couldn’t even remember his own name.
He was not quite sure at what time did he
2am poetry (you're always the subject line)I wish that you were still here by my side
instead of nestled in between the lines of my 2am poetry
because you deserve a better home than that
your name sits fervently on my lips
because I hope that with a whisper of those 5 little letters
that I can pull you from within the inscriptions on my
tree trunk ribs like a magician
pulling a rabbit from his silken hat.
I want to feel your words breathing down my neck
and your hands pressed against my quivering spine
as I stand at the edge of indecision--
you made me fear the fight rather than the fall
and now I'm addicted to the
the feeling of your wind beneath my wings.
we were an odd couple of misfits but we fit together:
you as the harmony and I the melody of a song no one else heard;
too many times I spent playing our soundtrack on repeat
as I danced across my room spinning &&
humming in the cold shadows of my lonely nights.
I wish that you were still here by my side
instead of nestled in between the lines of my 2am poetry
because I dese
toxic tulipsdelicate and ravishing
you kissed my soul raw
until it was bleeding into your
open palms.
dangerously addicting,
you tasted like poison—
the voice inside my head was
screaming and pitching
but I still drank you ‘til
the last drop.
verbatimthey say opposites attract and I guess they’re right
because I was attracted to you since the day we met
with those wild green eyes and your alluring words that made
me feel more comfortable in my own skin than
I have ever I felt in twenty years of existence,
you were a foreign taste to me that I began to crave
so insatiably that my angel became my devil’s advocate
and suddenly troubled waters turned into stormy seas
and all I remember are
the long days and hard nights
that were clouded with loud voices and
screaming
lots and lots of screaming
and tears so many tears
that i’m surprised i had
any to spare
but in the cacophony
of clashing words and late night movie dates
we sparked
we ignited
we burned
you were the fire to my gasoline and it became
impossible to wash your ashes from my skin
you were painted on me;
it was our own Mona Lisa except she was frowning,
frowning because one of your hands was around my waist
and the other was pointed towards the sky
you
Oblivionyour hands clutch the steering
wheel loosely as we speed
down the highway
while mine fidget in my lap
passively pulling at a loose
string on my shirt,
but we’re not thinking
about our hands or how fast
we’re racing down this road
because I have stars in my eyes and
you have stars in your mouth
and we're singing at the
top of our lungs as if
our lives depended upon it.
sitting here next to you everything
is starting to shift and that's
when I feel it—
as if I'm splintering into
a million pieces and then
being rebuilt by your
delicately calloused hands;
my world has narrowed to
this pinpoint moment
that’s shining with a
million different colors
and there's a reckless peace
that feels so right it
has to be
wrong.
you have cornered me
in this infinite
oblivion and I'm not
quite sure what to do
because we're no longer
going 80 down a 55 and
I don't hear my best friend
spilling her heart out in
your back seat hell
I can't even feel my own
body anymore,
it's j
reflections.i.
wet feet in the sand,
as foreign waves lap
at my toes enticing
me with wonders to come
ii.
the days meld together
into a blur of shadows
with names--
but you, you still
burn within
my veins.
iii.
all work and no play
makes
me feel
c a g e d.
iv.
i’ve traded soft shores
for rocky roads that
lead to places i’m
not sure i want to go.
v.
i’m staring into the
eye of the storm,
hands trembling;
i don’t know
if i’ll make it out
alive...
vi.
i’m walking on eggshells
vii.
i imagine all the things
we could be
viii.
i’m listening to the
same playlist but
there’s something sad
about these songs
ix.
tranquility has finally
settled between the
spaces of my ribs
and it feels n i c e
x.
i feel the cracks
creeping up my spine
as your hands dance
like ghosts across
my cheeks--
i’m breaking in more
ways than
one.
xi.
the tides are changing
and I can’t help but
feel like i’m drowning.
xii.
breathe.
breathe.
b r e a t h e.
you ha
it's after midnightraindrops
trickle down my back,
running along
the curvature of
my spine like two
lovers chasing after their
happily-ever-afters.
the wind is whipping
the trees back and forth
as if they’re living metronomes
rocking in time
to the frantic fluttering
of the heart swinging
haphazardly on
my sleeve.
I look up into the
cracking sky watching
its imperfections flash
before my starry eyes as
its icy fingers reach
down to stroke my
chilled cheekbones--
his touch was as
soft as yours.
Robotic TendenciesA grinding of the gears
A fracture of the heart
Bottle up those tears
Before I fall apart
I can hear a whisper
I must make a choice
Ride the brutal twister
Or become a silenced voice
All you wanted was a compromise
A simple middle ground
All I could do was knock you down
My moves were calculated
I forced my face to look animated
How can an automaton betray its programming?
Don’t say I never wanted to change
I wish I wasn’t so strange
I’m a victim of my robotic tendencies
For this there are no remedies
Maybe one day I’ll become human
When all my dreams came true
I froze over and became blue
There was nothing else I could do
The demon inside poisoned my mind
Precautions made things worse
I returned to the deserts
You left me for a different course
I found myself a fantasy I found myself a fallacy
You saw my anxieties you saw my robotic tendencies
All you wanted was a compromise
A simple middle ground
All I could do was knock you down
My moves were calculated
I for
AsphyxiationIt’s easy to escape the harmony
When you are breaking mirrors
In hopes of becoming invisible
For this I ask you to pardon me
Before I fall into cruel chaos
Remember the aura I had owned
Keep it alive and carefully honed
I was the one who pierced you
With the voracious dagger
I always tried to distance myself
From the bone crushing guilt
Thinking I was an innocent victim
The past ricochets off the blank walls
Filling my feeble ears with siren calls
It’s the price I pay for reckless intuition
Now I lay in a cold state of asphyxiation
There’s no point in wishing for reversal
I’d surely find a way to ruin this again
The past ricochets off the blank walls
Filling my feeble ears with siren calls
It’s the price I pay for reckless intuition
Now I lay in a cold state of asphyxiation
I let my heart become hardened
By the imaginary dictator
He was unpleasantly relentless
On his quest to wreck me
I saw my face underneath his mask
My former self was so selfish
As he bl
VenomThe luster stops and fades away
We have reached our dying day
I wanted us to bloom gracefully
All we did was wilt so abruptly
I tried to run from the grey desolation
Spurred my own splendid migration
I intensified my agonizing devastation
Blank spaces surrounded my mind
I wanted to fill in what I could not find
When I failed my eyes went blind
A simple word unleashed the fire
Now snakes ascend my dry pyre
I fear the pain but not their bite
I feel their venom deep inside
I feel the venom burn inside
Our memories began to disintegrate
I allowed my own heart to incinerate
The end drove me to the jagged edge
All that saved me was an old pledge
I sought the penultimate prize
Left with this virulent demise
Time only healed small cuts
Not my now weakened guts
A simple word unleashed the fire
Now snakes ascend my dry pyre
I fear the pain but not their bite
I feel their venom deep inside
I feel the venom burn inside
I wanted to possess the impossible
All I did was create endless obstacles
The f
Twilight To TwilightMaybe one day I’ll hide the pain with stealth
If I can escape this state of bewilderment
You mutilated and marred my mental health
But I threw myself into this immurement
All I sense is ambiguity and decline
Oh how I yearn to be on cloud nine
Then the truth shoots me square in the face
I’ve been my own obstacle in this wild race
I finally see the end of this dark night
The sands of time must be free to disappear
I can’t keep looking for a way to erase memory
The past won’t make me shed another tear
I’ll follow the path from twilight to twilight
Feed The WolvesBetrayal has left me bleeding anger
All I can do is search for danger
Rage echoes throughout my body
From within I call upon an army of me
Everyone is yearning for information
They facilitate the vile infection
No one will sympathize anymore
They are all echoes rotted to the core
So I won’t feed the wolves tonight
Even if I drown in confusion and freight
Those wolves will starve tonight
Once the anger fades I fall to lassitude
Pleading with my own solitude
Searching among broken answers
Illogically trying to brighten matters
MelancholiaI sit alone biding my time and cleansing my heart
I try to sew together my life after it was torn apart
My head and senses have been overrun by melancholia
The happiness slowly leaves my fragile body
I’ve lost the once warm touch of joyful bliss
Wistfulness has become frozen on my weary face
My old self flees and I’m not ready for a long chase
I’m being expertly guided by sweet, sweet melancholia
Decline has begun to drag me down into sadness
What the hell happened to my exuberant happiness?
I’ve tried multiple times to write you my apologia
I keep scrapping it in favor of living with my melancholia
Now I’ve entered a labyrinth of depressing solitude
xXxRising-AngelxXx
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Nobody But MeNobody but me knows the truth
But don't worry, I won't tell
I promise I'll keep your secrets safe
Even from oblivion.
I'm the only one you can trust.
Nobody but me sees through you
Behind the veil of your lies
Which you tell yourself and the world
But you cannot fool me.
I'm the only one who knows you.
Nobody but me will stay here
After another failure
You'll make and drive them all away
I am all that you have
I'm the only one who will stay.
Nobody but me reminds you
Of all mistakes that you made
And points out the pointlessnesses
Of each try to change.
I'm the one who knows you best.
Nobody but me, I'm the one
I'm the only one for you.
You can't get rid of me, oh no!
I am your mirror
Showing every single flaw.
I am the whisper
In your head during the night.
And like a shadow
I will always be by your side.
Manhunters On The LooseManhunters on the loose, be aware, be aware
Manhunters on the loose, be aware
Manhunters on the loose, with lies meant to seduce
Loud squallers of half truth meant to scare, meant to scare
Loud squallers of half truths meant to scare.
We have to fight against them, so you cry, so you cry
We have to fight against them, so you cry
We have to fight against them, other humans you condemn
They are diff'rent, they're not us, they are wry, they are wry
They are diff'rent, they're not us, they are wry.
Manhunters in the streets, with their prey, with their prey
Manhunters in the streets with their prey
Manhunters in the streets dancing to the war drum's beat
(A) spider's smile for each fly they've led astray, led astray
(A) spider's smile for each fly they've led astray.
These manhunters I do see are not new, are not new
These manhunters I do see are not new.
These manhunters I do see, remind me of '33
Ghosts of a past that we should not redo, not redo
Ghosts of a past that we should not redo.
The CrashEv'ry time I see you now I still search for you eyes
I don't know really why though, there's nothing left to find
Guess I'll never learn it and even might never be wise
Enough to know our paths are not more entwined
Well, the trip is over and the car is fully wrecked
Thank you for ride so far but I walk the rest alone
The end could have been smother, but what did I expect
We are no careful drivers and that fact was not unkown
I cannot deny I walked away with a new scar
And have assumed that you did want to hit that wall
No longer do I care about why you had turned the car
I will not believe you, I spare us the squall
Well, the trip is over and the car is fully wrecked
Thank you for ride so far but I walk the rest alone
The end could have been smoother, but what did I expect
We are no careful drivers and that fact was not unknown
The years we spend together, they were an awesome time
Maybe we were doomed to fail right when they did begin
Two catastrophes had teamed up and that was our c
That SongGently, gently it's returning
Entering with the elegance
Of a dancer on light feet
Before you really know what's happened
The song already reached the soul
Quickly, quickly, it is freeing
All the memories pushed aside
With an innocent yet evil smile
And before you know what's happening
Everything comes back again.
I wish I could have been strong
As strong as you have been
I wish I could be that strong now
And remember without burning tears
You were weak and fragile
But calm, so calm and strong...
I wish I would not know this song
Which speaks to me of you
Which holds up a mirror to my face
This song he told me was his favourite
Back when he was still like my brother
Long before he suddenly abandoned me.
Gently, gently it's returning
Entering with the elegance
Of a dancer on light feet
The song I whish I could forget
Keeps on playing endlessly in my head.
I wish I could be strong
And just forget...
Sleeping BeautySleeping Beauty, let us wake you up
Without having us to put you back to sleep.
Sleeping Beauty, the world is changing
Around you and without you
Sleeping Beauty, your prince is gone
From your bedside, he cannot wait forever
The world is moving on and so does he
Sleeping Beauty, two years have passed already
Sleeping Beauty, time doesn't wait for you
There is no spell to keep you safe
You don't notice, but you're aging, too
While you're caught in a dreamless sleep
Sleeping Beauty, how long will this go on?
Please don't let us wait a hundred years
Or maybe, mabye I am wrong assuming
That you are cursed like the fairy tale princess
Maybe you are not Sleeping Beauty
But instead Snow White lying in her coffin
Made from glass and crystal by seven dwarves
And we didn't find the apple slice yet
Which is stuck in your throat
Oh, but how can we know?
The king's daughter sleeps like the dead
Alive, but unreachable for the living
And each time we try to bring you back
Your condition doesn't allow
Down The Lonely RoadHe's walking down the lonely road
Where nobody knows his name.
Only dust swirls around his feet
In boots with rusty spurs.
He passes by an empty house
Where now only ghosts reside,
Reflections of old memories
Of who they once had been.
The man walks down a lonely road
With one bullet left to shoot,
A name engraved into the shell;
The gun cannot shoot straight.
He walks the road until it ends
Nowhere in the desert's sand,
A cross made of two withered sticks
Bleached by the blazing sun.
He's walking down the lonely road
Where now only ghosts reside
Falls on his knees before the grave
Hands dig into the sand.
If you go down the lonely road
Somewhere in the desert's sand
You'll find a bullet on a grave
And the shell wears a name
Then follow down the jingling wind
'Till you reach a withered tree
Cut into the wood are the words:
"The man without a name"
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