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Fantastic Feature Tuesday #24

Journal Entry: Tue Dec 25, 2012, 1:24 PM


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, so check out these wonderful writers now while you can!



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The White DesertDawn broke the day
like an egg
on a canvas.
And her eyes
bled a trail
staining that
alabaster sand.
Coming from the arabesque land;
with her ivory skin
and mute screams,
she wrapped me
like their bitter fruit.
And bid me farewell,
pollinating my lips,
then waning in my vase.
I could see her
amongst the frigid flowers
on the windows,
as I entered the white desert,
where people reminisce
of the deaths of other people.
Ocean EyesYour skin would be lace
Between my fingertips,
Tangling with streams
Of golden sunlight that
Button you up,
Leaving intricate patterns
That tell your secrets
With every thread.
You'd breathe like a mermaid,
The scent of the sea echoing
In our veins,
Like teenage hearts
Pumped full of lust.
Too fast.
Like heels on marble floors,
But you're so
Much closer
Than that.
You're blood in my lungs
And air in my heart,
But I live only
Off the raindrops
That fall from
Your soft, sea-stone eyes
When a smile curves your lips.
The edges
Gathering me,
Unraveling me.
(I carve you in the sand,
But ocean tears
Wash you away.)
shoppingGod, I found you at a wet market in China
between a trussed up duck and some heavy hunk
of fat that was going cheap, stinking with salt and flies;
you were lying on your side, a landscape in fists and thighs
and not one of them there could moan the way you could,
that peevish bloated howl. I looked at you, slick jowls
amongst the rinds and ropes and toads, and thought
about the shops in San Francisco:
rows of jars, neat shelves and every aisle
mopped hourly, a pert teenager standing to scan
your bottles and bottles of wine--I thought about you
loitering in the toothpaste section, breathing in the gloss
and promise of it, while the long hours before close sidled
aside: beating out a pale refrain on the milk cartons,
half-drunk, arms out, shouting away the darkness
like that one toad in a tub who wouldn't run.

radio silence--i.
you can fly me to the moon and back, if you'd like,
just to show me the view,
but it's really much too cliche
and i'd rather have milkshakes when the stars come out
in an old diner with pink plastic booths and a worn-out jukebox
and think about maybe going out to dance
in the middle of the deserted street
with you.
but i want the option of deciding not to move,
of deciding to curl into your shoulder,
the feeling of safe that lingers in your musky-soft scent
guiding me to sleep.
and options always change, but
you'll be right beside me,
smiling at my crazy impulsiveness in a way that says
you wouldn't want to be beside anyone else.
ii.
maybe you'd like me to sum myself up in a word:
amazed.
are you happy now?
i hope so;
you've just lifted me into the most beautiful hug
and spun me around until the world is nothing but a kaleidoscope-blur
and we're all we can see.
iii.
i have sun dried tomatoes and questions,
but the latter doesn't matter much;
it's quiet in the lo
and I still keep running into parked carsMama,
your baby girl's swimming
in dead of the night
hair, scarred knees,
overgrown weeds, and
countless pairs
of shoes-
with those
orange and yellow wheels
that hug my toes
and heels
I'm running into
parked cars
trying to get
my kite to fly
and hiding under
dashboards
listening to you
fight
I'm rummaging through
boxes of secrets
that Daddy tried
to hide-
solving puzzles with pieces
I'll never uncover
in these thoughts
of you

Thirst of a Poetthe bards have bumblebees in their mouths,
for language is babbling,
a brook in a bowl, joy brimming;
billowing, rippling, surging –
and spilling; sashaying down,
with a swaying sound (oh-so wistful, oh).
language is burbling,
an impish kiss of mouth from mouth;
bewildering, baffling, bemusing –
and tricking; tumbling round,
to touch a fellow Fool and his nought (so wistful, oh),
and disturbs a Poet, who slips
into a dream of a vagabond –
"where are you calling from?" he murmurs,
in his sleep, and the newspaper flutters
with a snore; then rests on his chin (just so, oh),
and language sidles past him up to me,
and places a river upon my lips,
wistful, oh.







Merry Christmas and happy reading! :santa:


Fantastic Feature Tuesday #28This 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, so check out these wonderful writers now while you can!
Please this news article so it will reach a larger audience!




Histology by angel-in-pieces herb-grace by toxic-scheherazade
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Fantastic Feature Tuesday #27This 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, so check out these wonderful writers now while you can!
Please this news article so it will reach a larger audience!




catharsis. by scripturiency
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Fantastic Feature Tuesday #26This 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, so check out these wonderful writers now while you can!
Please this news article so it will reach a larger audience!



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Happy reading! :heart:

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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2012   General Artist
You know I adore you so! :love:
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forestmeetwildfire Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
And I, you! :heart:
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2013   General Artist
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zebrazebrazebra Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2012  Professional Writer
Well, look at that! Thank you.
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forestmeetwildfire Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome!

(You should look at all that! :giggle: )
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Vigilo Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2012  Student Writer
Thanks so much for the feature! It's a lovely article. :heart:
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forestmeetwildfire Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
You're welcome! I'm glad you think so :aww:
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Hfeather53 Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for the feature! :la:
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forestmeetwildfire Featured By Owner Dec 31, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
My pleasure! :la:
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Pr0metheusUnb0und Featured By Owner Dec 25, 2012
Thank you kindly for the feature.
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