there are stars dissolving in
the sink, their yellow shells
are the first to go and i watch
as they release their fine white
powder, it clumps and sticks so
i push it down with one finger
(you love something a whole lot more when you lose it)
in midwinter, the
crunch of white
bone; you feel nothing
please stop giving
the right people the
wrong kind of love
(some bridges don't need to be burned; they just collapse by themselves if you can wait long enough)
.there's a ghost of a man
in the corner of the room, and
he haunts me just as much
as i haunt him, a glass
figure that sees and keeps
shaking his head and
i feel a hatred so deep i
think it would taint all the
seas if i were to dive in
and if there's a god, i hope he
knows what he's doing, and if
there's a devil, i hope he's a fool
(i wouldn't know a good thing if it smacked me right in the face)
.the sun did not
kiss my skin
yesterday, he slept
face around noon
and then went back
to bed; the
.my words keep failing
me; they are sick of the same
old shit too, i guess
(and if you're only in my head because you don't wanna be in your own, well that's okay, that's okay)
.they are all skin and
bone and no heart,
all bite and no bark
and it's a lot easier
to slip back into the
past than it is to
get a grip on the
(and curiosity swears, he never meant to hurt the cat, he just didn't know his own strength)
long as it's
on his terms
and i've a
if i just play
by the rules
.the cat keeps
leaving dead meat
on my doormat,
a pile of bones,
bloody and raw
he wants me to
know what i'm
walking into, he
wants me to know
just what i am
.my mother said it's rude
to write in red, i said well
please tell that to my skin
and please, take a look at this
rose on my wrist, at the eight
pints that flow through the stem
(can't drag myself out of my body, so i won't drag myself out of bed)
.in the night
time you are
skin and stitches
you up with a
purer love, until
the morning comes,
the sun runs his
teeth through your
seams again, splits
tiny revolutionsso last summer i went to a writing camp.
it was quite small. i think the organisation that put it together usually just attracts a lot of kids with eager pushy parents and then as the age groups get older the camps get smaller and far less frequent. there were only two groups with kids my age and we had - let's see, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8... - somewhere around 8-12 people in my group. it was two weeks long, a few hours a day, bright and early in august mornings. i'm not a morning person. this did not please me. but waking up for things like this feel much easier and better than waking up for school so i'd take it over that any day.
anyway, it was split into two sections with two different teachers - an hour and a half for prose, and an hour and a half for poetry.
prose was first. the teacher was a young, blonde, and sheepish girl in her first couple years as a professor at some small junior college. the class, if you could call it that, was a joke. she was much more cut out to be une institut
A Call to Conversation (20)--:dev0hgravity:Welcome to the 19th article focusing on featuring and getting to know the deviants behind the work! This series will be posted every Wednesday. If you have a deviant you'd like to see included, please send TwilightPoetess a note with the subject "Call to Conversation"--make sure to include the deviant's name as well as a reason you think they'd make a good interview subject! Also, feel free to send along a question or two you'd like to have answered by them!
This week's featured deviant is 0hgravity!
Started writing seriously about as long ago as I’ve been on dA (3 years). Most of my poetry focuses on imagery of all sorts (I try to be diverse subject-wise) and word play. My prose focuses more on character development than plot and those characters tend to be the average folk caught in unique or almost…surreal circumstances; I like subtlety. As for life outside dA, I won’t have one cause I’m in medical school, y’all! It
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With thanks to Endorell-Taelos and ginkgografix who helped me make this into columns and to everyone who put up with my incessant notes
The Inevitability of IndividualityI've been working on this for quite a while and I really hope you guys enjoy the result. I was looking through my favourites and it struck me how images with a similar composition can look so different, particularly of people. The phrase "The inevitability of individuality" came to me, and thus this project was born. Now, posting it, it feels like a piece of artwork in itself but sadly all the images belong to other people (click through and fave!). In any case the point of this art piece is to remind us all that no matter what we do we are uniquely ourselves. There's no point, and no need, to try and be someone else. You're perfect as you are.
Down the right hand side of this journal is a list of things that make up a personality... I asked for help from my watchers for this and I would like to thank bunocerous, camelopardalisinblue, Sister-to-the-Queen, Kyndsie, litfuse55, Phantasm1, shehrozeameen, KyaniteArcher, cskadoz, leyghan, nightshade-keyblade, GhostOfTheEmptyGrave, Eventua, @Soul-
you should be home by nowlast tuesday the house took my hand & said,
it's more of a hurricane than a fire
since he broke in & burned
but sometimes I see her with a lighter
& she finishes what he didn't do
(I think she's afraid
of settling in,
but last tuesday I realized that she kept the lights on
to frighten away the bridges & the people
so no one will come inside
& smash the teacups, steal the pipes
because since he burnt her beds out
no one lives there anymore
The Literature Community ExperimentThis is a typical example of a Beccalicious shower pondering! The idea of this is to try and bring together as many people as possible all in one journal, but not for the sake of making a big number, but to encourage interaction and share useful tidbits. We often say the "literature community" has drifted apart over the past few years and this is just one attempt to try get people to come back together. It's a little hippy, perhaps a far-fetched idea, which is why I am calling it an "experiment". This could be successful and could be a complete fail- only you guys and your efforts can decide its fate!
Wow! The response for this has been HUGE!!! Thank you so much all of you who have participated! Don't forget to add CRLiterature to your watch as well as replying to all these wonderful comments!
So you may be new to the literature side of deviantART, or you may be one of those long
DeviantART Compliments #67How can I begin to describe the grandness of those I've met on deviantArt? There's ElfangorCharizard, a witty and humorous fellow, with a kind heart and a strong spirit. Also, the intelligent and lovely Miss Jillian411, who's genius writing has cheered up more than just one cloudy day. There's also SphericalOne (Sir Llama) who's an absolute delight!
I must say that, had it not been for these and other lovely deviants, I would not be here, writing this compliment today.
With deepest love~
fetchmonkey is the most amazing person I've met online (guess it's obvious as to who this is now but anywho...). His art is SO awesome and is still staggering up the ladder - keep going man!
I find it really really easy talking to him about... well, everything too (love those RPs we do >:3). I honestly don't know where I'd be without you; you always seem to bring my spirits up when we chat about really random, funny things.
You're properly thinking why I'm writing
My Prompt Journal (Lit Community Experiment cont.)Hello All and Welcome to 2013!
Not that many people have picked up on this yet! Come on guys, lets get involved
(Original Gif too trippy for words!)
I hope everyone had a lovely break and are fully in the swing of the New Year!
Now this journal isn't a personal one, despite the title- in fact it is a journal I am challenging all of you to write and all of you to help others write. At this time of year, we've made resolutions and I expect half of you have included "write more" as one of those resolutions. This experiment is to help you fulfil that resolution so by 2014 you are sat here feeling achieved.
Prompts. Prompts are awesome. Why are they so awesome- because they get you writing! There are times when you feel unmotivated, wanting to write but not sure what to writ
Literature Roadtrip: The Contest! Enter NOW!
Yes, you've read correctly my wonderful, beautiful deviants! To end this incredible Literature Roadtrip, I will be hosting a contest! This is the first ever contest that I have ever held, so I'm pretty excited but even more nervous. So, I hope you guys enjoy it!
How to Enter:
To enter, you must write a poem (of any length) about:
Write about your feelings, your emotions, your dreams, your fears, your hopes, your secret desires, anything about yourself. I want you to write a poem about you. I want to see who you are.
Be personal, open yourself up! Be as creative as you want, there are no limitations, let the poem reflect who you are. I cannot wait to read your entries!
Submit Your Entries To: The new 'Literature Roadtrip Contest' folder at LiteratureRoadtrip. Also, in the description please put:
For the Literature Roadtrip
Extra, extra: read all about it!If you're unfamiliar with these outstanding writers, then you must get yourself acquainted with them now. Seriously, send them your love!
the sea is just a wetter version of the sky. by solis-ortus
l'appel du vide by ambulances
Daybreak by haphazardmelody
insomniac? by rigor-samsa
some new year inspiration!Wishing a very happy and fulfilling New Year to you all - can't believe it's 2014 already!
I had a top-notch night out and am now snuggled up curing my hangover with Adventure Time.
inspiration for the new year
Every year many of us make Resolutions or say 'New year, new me!': then get to the end and realise we didn't stick to them for long, or at all, and nothing's really changed. Often this is because the goals are too big to complete in a year, they're too specific, we don't consciously work on them, or other things get in the way!
I want to promote a different way of thinking. Don't aim to change loads of things about yourself: a new year isn't a call to become a different person, it's an opportunity to resolve to become an even better version of you. One that is more self-confident, more focussed on what you want to achieve, and more fulfilled by what you love doing! The ultimate goal is to end the year