Photographic MemoryThe flawless solitude of the violin steepens into
an engulfed cadence, into an internal distance;
the space between flecks of material, between pieces of light.
With its oxidized blood and its statuary,
it sways in the midst of sound.
With its avian bone and the leviable fingers,
the upturned palm,
it elevates meaning into the level of music,
of a colorful fugue of memory as it emerges.
A wooden stamp. A terrain of arms, of joints
working around a ghost, beckoning with horse hair
and strings of rain.
Beyond the amphitheater of rippling stone,
the moon overturns like a howling bowl of used light.
I remember the grada
TransmissionI'm getting hung up by:thumb182809898:
Cords constricting my neck and
Pools where lovers once slept.
It is in these pools
Where lovers frolicked and played
That have now become
Nought but toxic waste
Fetid, dank and rotting.
If this pool were honey I would happily
But the current sucks me under and my lungs fill with
I once wished I were a bouy, (I was not to be)
For then I would have floated without judgement.
Judgement, is a cruel beast
That hangs around troubled waters
With no heart to speak of
And no love to know
It yearns only for the
There's a hunger in the eyes of an alligator.
solitonautumn leaves crackle beneath
bare feet and indian summer heat
chasing a tale that ended long before
all that was left gathered around her fire
darkness falls harder now, at the end of days
bringing in the sort of cold only alone knows
and the memory of what i saw in what i found
plays a starring role in my chilly night sky
it was love,
PainterWith every stroke I make,*:thumb159666372:*
With every touch of color,
My spirit and flesh unite
With time and space,
Illusions of beauty,
All fade away,
Where am I?
I am gone.
AutumnThe leaves are falling
Like red and gold confetti
Fight Back I know they push you
and bend you
and break you
until you're not sure how you're still standing
but listen to me--
If there's one thing in this universe
I've come to realise
it's that we cannot let our world define us;
we have to define our world.
There will always be someone
to taunt you
and throw words sharper than sticks and harder than bones
straight to the heart of who you are
but they don't matter.
Do not let them win.
Be proud of who you are.
We are all human--
meant to shine in different ways,
do not let them stifle your light.
You are beautiful.
You matter more than you could ever know
The source of lightI.
To fully understand this story, you have to know the facts. I went through a lot of trouble, trying to arrange it, so please, read carefully.
It's about the light.
You people are really ignorant when it comes to deciding what is a living thing and what is not. If it is not dancing and singing the national anthem in front of you, you are most likely to label it inanimate. If it is not moving right now, you say it can't move at all. If it doesn't talk to you, you say it can't think. And if it's too far away for you to break it down to pieces, you are left with theories, that are wrong for most of the time. After a
She ran her fingers along the mask, lingering on the delicately shaped
cheekbones and textured eyeholes. It was peacock blue, fading to white at the
edges. It was beautiful.
Her finger brushed against the tiny tiara attached to the top, and she snatched
her hand away as if she had stumbled upon ice.
Not that she was far off. The mask was fit for a queen - and belonged to none
other than Caterina d'Contarini of Venice.
Caterina d'Contarini, the daughter of the Dodge Giovanni Lorenzo d'Contarini, was one of those women who struck a terrible fear in the hearts and minds of her people. Possessing a great amount of beauty and wit, Caterina
eudaimoniaThe last time I saw Jake was the night he picked a star out of the sky for me. I know that sounds like an impossible cliché. But he did it, I saw him. He reached into the heavens, and the light gray material of his sleeve collected mist like a fresh cut collects blood, the rustle in the celestial leaves, and the whisper that the wind blows, and he pinched a stara beautiful little mixture of hydrogen and noble gasesbetween his wearied, calloused fingers. When he tugged it free from the infinite infrastructure of the ether, like a tomato from the vine, it squealed. And stardust fell to our shoulders like pulverized bones glitte
we walked by the lake at ten. he released a worried crackle from his mouth, mesmerising me for a moment. his shoulders slacked as he began to talk about her. with her brazilian parents and heritage and how he does not want to disappoint her because she is his first. he began to run towards our cottage with me following quickly behind. he said that if we were murdered by a man in this forest, we would be virgin suicides (and in way, that was the definition of romanticism in that moment).
the sarcomatous airplanes drop bombs all across her expansive space. she does not cry or bleed when she confesses her newly found secret to my moth
Alone TogetherShe's the girl who nobody notices, whose broken mirror heart reflected its darkness upon the canvas of her body. She was cursed with more than a hundred years of bad luck, 7 years for every time she let someone break her glass heart. She wore her hair long to hide her sad clown face and painted on a mask to cover up the tear tracks tattooed upon her hollow cheeks.
He's the boy everybody dumped their problems on, whose blunt vocalizations and straightforward thoughts kept everyone at bay. He was cursed with a vision of the future, but was unable to see his own downfall until he was at the bottom with no way out and no one to help. He always w
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Two sides to every storyMy happiness is like the chalk:thumb171882116:
on a blackboard
my sadness is like the black
of that same board
erased with such ease
the dark remains
the light just a tease
My happiness is like life
a journey to end
my sadness is the knife
giving time a trim
knowing whats right
doing whats wrong
not a bit contrite
always a sad song
My happiness is you
your words razor-sharp
My sadness is me
words a broken harp
you inspire me to be tough
when I want to give up
your love may be rough
but it fills my cup
My happiness is short-lived
moments with you are few
My sadness is always here
in everything I do
time with y
A Complete OxymoronI remember your face
The first time I saw it
You were a little miracle
A tiny fleeting memory
Yet forever with me
Always within us
The smell of your hair
Long and swirling
Through my green lens
Looking at your emerald smile
I'm sorry you were perfect
And that I never told you
You were always there for me
Clever, kind and loving
When all others dismissed me
You helped out the failure
Your heart reached far out
Forgetting how to beat
My beloved companion
The best of every world
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FrictionLet me shatter your stony fortress, darling;
climb up your minute imperfections and rip off
the poison ivy that twisted
honeyed lies around your tongue and
bile-coated truths onto your fingers
Let me hurt you where you don't want to feel, dearest;
oppose your every inhibition with my
lip-biting adrenaline dripping into your veins,
an IV of emotion and ink-drenched sunbursts
that you won't be able to retch out, this time
Let me choke away your starlight, sweetheart;
hold you down with my toxic gravity
and cloud your polluted doe-eyes
with wrist-written promises
of sailing off into a vertical horizon
Soda LandPepsi Coke went to town
Coca Cola shut him down
Dr. Pepper picked him up
Now we're drinking 7 UP
7 UP got the flu
Now we're drinking Mt. Dew
Mt. Dew fell off the mountain
Now we're drinking from the fountain
Fountain somehow broke
Now we're drinking Cherry Coke
Cherry Coke lost the cherry
Now we're drinking Logan Berry
Logan Berry said "Oh Dear!"
Now we're drinking Root Beer
Root Beer oh what a joke
Now we're back to Pepsi Coke!
My wrists were held in shackles through the iron bars, my cage shifting as the horse dragged my wagon through the predawn lit streets of Noirzhe's capital city. In the distance I saw the palace, a structure so grand that one can spot it days before reaching the city gates. I've only gone to the palace grounds once a month to have my run of the meadow behind it. It was a day I anticipated most for I had all of two days to spread my wings and flit about as I pleased.
Although, what with that accursed black mark to glow green and restrict my movement, being 'free' was a bit of a self-contradiction when in regards to me. Glen's words flitted
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Like Conflicting Colours Love. Such a small word, and yet it holds so many connotations, so many ideas and lives and inspiration. Being caught under its almighty wing can mean many emotions are felt, but it is never tedious.
Am I in love?
I cannot say.
You make my head soar high above the clouds; make my heart thud quicker.
You make me wish I'd never met you; make me want to forget you.
Do you care?
I do not know.
Expel your feelings as if they were vomit. Display them for all to see until they back away gagging, and some poor misfortunate soul holds the task of clearing it all away. I'm looking for a scapegoat, because I know that when the time comes I will
My favorite season You were hovering over me, your frame silhouetted against the streetlamps in your back. My mind seemed layered with autumn leaves. The bright colored ones which didn't mean anything to you... which you used to kick away when you were a little child. You couldn't kick me away, though, you dived into a heap of leaves and pulled out the most peculiar, the one who looked like his heart had gotten ripped out.
I was freezing. The little drops of water evaporating on my skin were drawing heat. You didn't shiver but I couldn't see if you were flushed either. I wanted you to kiss me, I was silently wishing for it. Only because this moment didn't se
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Take a last glance at September Lit DDs given out by `GaioumonBatou, `nycterent and `Memnalar
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#devLIT is hosting a critique/chat night in #devLITchat on Saturday 23.October.2010 at 8pm GMT. Stop by for critique, chat, prizes and more!
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#LitResources is a new group/literature resource hub just starting up soon to be packed full of resources, events and more!
#LITplease is hosting a What's in a name? poetry contest. - DEADLINE : 22.October.2010
#Word-Smiths is hosting a halloween contest with visual prompts. - DEADLINE : 31.October.2010
`LadyLincoln is hosting the B-movie horror script - DEADLINE: 01.November.2010
~Authors-Ink is hosting a Mosters contest. - DEADLINE : 01.November.2010
`dreamsinstatic is hosting a poetry screams prompt contest. - DEADLINE : 01.November.2010
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#AuthorsEscape is hosting a 50 word story - DEADLINE : 16.November.2010
`TwiggyTeeluck is hosting an autumn themed contest - DEADLINE : 25.November.2010
#Scribblers-Anonymous is hosting an autumn nightmare contest. - DEADLINE : 30.November.2010
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PROMPTS & CHALLENGES
*#devLIT's weekly prompt is Autumn
*#Wordspill-Central's October prompt is Hunger
*#Live-Love-Write's writing prompt of the week is a pumpkin patch
*#YouAsTheNarrator has many October Halloween Prompts
*#devLIT's monthly challenge is Halloween
* #Scribblers-Anonymous prompt set 20 is released.
November is National Novel Writing Month; so from now until December, we will keep a section of this article for NaNo related stuff
* ^Beccalicious has written an article summing up some NaNo events and resources in her NaNoWriMo 2010
*#devLIT has an updated journal full of information, resources, projects and participants of NaNoWriMo
*!cinnamon-quill wrote blog Preparing for NaNoWriMo
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