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Fantastic Feature Tuesday #27

Journal Entry: Tue Jan 15, 2013, 6:59 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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vexedoften, they arrived like cats,
landing sore pawed on the tarmac in angry eczemas,
puncture repair kits protruding from their blazer pockets
exhale, exhale, exhale:
plush toys, labradors, scraps of linoleum and old teeth filled with amalgam
the dog unsleeping itself from the rubber bone,
paused in a broken VCR
an eyelash bruising his cinematography
a blush of scrubbed throats,
wet-razored goats
and stuffed bastards
the engine oil of father's brylcream emptied into castrols
under the obligation of the rain
chernobylBetween the pieces that fell just outside the plaything box and the shoes scattered in setting dust, music stopped being useful. Spilt ink stopped being poetic when people became afraid to touch the paper. Spider web cracks through fear and superstition turn quiet steps to romping laughs and messed up jokes behind an engineer's wrench and a countdown to ignition.
The simple solitary notion of destruction is enough to silence the birds and send silken shivers up through skin of mortal daemons who don't truly understand the fear they witness. Somewhere along the lines of peace and taxation I lost sight of who or what we could possibly be fighting for.
Ghost city doesn't even begin to cover it, because the ghosts were all blown away.
AngstGlancing at the time wont make it go faster.
Both thumbs aligned and being fiddled with constantly.
It’s like you have an itch to scratch but you can’t reach it.
Your body over flows with delirium and your pores sweat
stress.
Angst creeps slower and slower towards you.
Your time runs out and you are left with guilt written
all over yourself.
d.g.

The Lifeless of the PartyIf I back up any farther my
bones will become part of this place,
I'll mold myself to the paint and
plaster my skin to its base.
At least then when their gaze sweeps by,
they can admire the pale tone
and whisper about the wall decorations
instead of my expression set in stone.
Through the obnoxious music I can hear
a guitar strumming softly outside,
beckoning my body to escape the drones
and find the human that seems to hide.
Don't cry my love, don't cry no more
A voice trembles across the terrace,
and leaves a smoky trail to the trees.
Head hung slightly and plucking strings
whose sorrow brings me to my knees.
Don't sing that old sad hymn no more
I cannot fathom how this fellow
would arrive to this awful event,
as his melody murmurs in my ear
I remember my own torment.
The wall that felt like ruthless vines
choking the choice out of me,
my petals stretched for a sign of light,
this boy answered my painful plea.
Don't cry my love, don't cry no more
We sat and sa
Reasons For LeavingBed heavy,
I can feel your chest move
as I find myself immobile by your side.
Loud feet shuffle upstairs
and the dogs are barking again.
Your alarm chimes the morning time
and you ignore it as you turn over.
The blankets twist together as I pull them closer
and I can hear your mother warming up her lungs
for the oncoming battle of plucking you from sleep.
Desperate to avoid conflict
and the fact that I can hold my bladder no longer,
I hide my makeupless face in the corners of your bathroom.
I can hear you begin to rise and gather yourself together
as I limp back to bed for two more hours of rest.
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breakup breakdowni rarely touch
those seven digits
that make the voice
on the other end
yours
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her.
through whitewhite walls,
and dreams
where her lover dies.
nobody thought she'd make it,
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway;
trying to remember how to start all over,
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
of not-quite-cold-enough-for-snow.
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.

shiver.Rocky ledge and coated edge
of enclosed infinity.
Missing you alone and empty, jump --
a house of broken people is all that's left.
And in the end it all comes down to this:
adrenaline fights the elsewhere,
wind destroys the avalanches
(pretty, petite)
which we built upon empires lost.
**
March past the gates of Hell, my love
and don't forget to ask the time of the devil;
f-stop 68 and blurred edges,
our focus falls directly on the vacant black.
Space's vastness holds vessels to promises
and we float in a boat made of paper cranes.
**
Your bullets caress the dying, O Lord;
trickling down their souls,
anaemic grey eyes, hollowed out,
(from the flesh of sweet fruit)
peeling away their skin --
sing silent sorrowful sonnets
to the equally silent wolves,
girl lying in the snow.
The shadows are your memory passing.
Her body is glued there
by the weight of her life.
catharsis.oh no not another dead body, i am so sick of digging graves, i am so sick of wearing black, i am so sick of other people crying about the loss of someone they never really noticed was alive in the first place, i am so sick of this but you aren't allowed to beg off a funeral, you aren't allowed to take leave of mourning, that's not how this works, there are standards to be upheld, expectations to follow, someone else's footsteps to tread in like they aren't the wrong size, the wrong pace, the wrong way, i am so sick of going the wrong way, of not being allowed to own up to being lost, of being lost, of not being allowed to own up, oh no, not another dead body, but we aren't allowed to own up, quick, pretend to mourn, pretend to be sad, pretend to cry at the funeral and no one will ever know you didn't give a damn, pretend to give a damn, you can fake anything if you try hard enough, you have to try, it's all about trying, i am so sick of trying, this is all so trying, were you trying to






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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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:iconcristinewakesuphappy:
cristinewakesuphappy Featured By Owner Jul 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:+fav: reasons for leaving
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Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2013   General Artist
Brilliant pieces to put together, darling. :love:
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forestmeetwildfire Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Well thank you! :bow:
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:iconsammur-amat:
Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Jan 28, 2013   General Artist
Sure thing, sweetie :D
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:iconsammur-amat:
Sammur-amat Featured By Owner Jan 19, 2013   General Artist
Brilliant pieces to put together, darling. :love:
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megsamirafauth Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2013
Theses writers are all very talented. :)
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:iconforestmeetwildfire:
forestmeetwildfire Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Glad you think so! But don't tell me, tell them! :)
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:iconmegsamirafauth:
megsamirafauth Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2013
I plan to. :p Don't worry.
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forestmeetwildfire Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:w00t:
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AlterEgo1629 Featured By Owner Jan 16, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
That you for the feature :) Quite the selection of great work here!
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