Fantastic Feature Tuesday #54 + Happy New Year!

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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.

But first - happy new year everyone! :party: I wish you all a great start to 2014 and hope that all your goals for the new year will be successful and meaningful. It's only afternoon here on the 31st but I'm already excited for 2014! One of my goals is to post this feature every week, no matter how busy I am. Here's to time management!


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I am captain;
until red curtains meet grey
concrete. Curtains.




carve myself to meet
this godless horizon; my body a shaft
of cold light, refracting
across an empty room.



eight ways you've made me small1. I wish
this was for you.
2. my journal pages - the
brown one with all our monologues -
were jarred with hollow vows of
last poems of
loving me
loving me
loving me;
letting you slip into a coma
of bad memories, watching you
fall to your death off
a cascading cliff of disease
and dis ease.
it was never
easy for me
either.
3. there's a reason I ask
whether you're grey
(dark white, elusively black, in between)
or blue (behind the clouds, under wave-foam,
whateverthefuck runs through the back of my
palms); I'd rather have
you
than the arms
that once held you half-
heartedly. you had always been
my harmony and I
would have killed
to have been yours.
4. it could never have been just me, the way
it could never have been just
her.
5. disasters are not beautiful,
but how is it that you
managed to make my inner linings
converge into bows
and explode into wings the very
night you decided to rebuild your walls
to a lower height?
6. I wish

I'd rather have
you
than the arms
that once held you half-
heartedly.



Lost LightsPeter Pan, with his hands cupped,
tempts the Moon Mother with his smile.
Shy stars peek past her skirts,
wondering why such a soft soul
holds heartache an ally.
"Look closer, children; he's here
to guide ghosts--lost lights--home."


Shy stars peek past her skirts,
wondering why such a soft soul
holds heartache an ally.



a white-hot snapshot from
(six)
Grim's bang-bang camera,
(seven)
down.



Dysphoriashe sells 9mm shells by the seashore,
says she can hear the ocean.
but if you listen close to these shells
you can hear ghosts.
something borrowed, something blue,
something broken, something bruised.
she traces her fingers across the autopsy scars
while she counts her bones like currency.
she'll leave your skin screaming,
and sink into the whites of your eyes like a shipwreck.
can you hear the ocean?

she'll leave your skin screaming,
and sink into the whites of your eyes like a shipwreck.




From his eyes, bubbles dribble,
opaque tears slipping off a
crocodile snout, and he drifts near me,
arms stretched wide


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thank you so much for this, honestly. :heart: