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we came as humans do by successwithhonor, literature

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we came as humans do

[to whomever is left to listen] and I thought that we could forget that we are giants, monsters with footsteps that bruise the tender flowerbeds down below we must realize that to sleep is not to wither in the decomposition of the soil we try so hard to forget was here before us, but to dream that this ground is not the barren dollhouse we have left it to be these cities are graveyards for the cost of construction, buildings tombstones for all that should have sprouted but was built instead, scraping the dreams from the sky like stars burning out and falling back to earth nothing grows here anymore our concrete sprawls

in which I gain sentience by intricately-ordinary, literature

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in which I gain sentience

save room for doubt, in the silence between religious guilt and stolen body heat. I am made of helium. in my dreams they pop me and watch me flutter. I wonder if everyone else’s head is so congested as mine, hyperactive with inattentive people. you are never serious-- he stares at me in a different set of eyes; there are words I cannot say, there are things I cannot tell you. (twice a week I watch the people I love leave me for good. there are spiders in my throat, I have tunnel vis

movement by successwithhonor, literature

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movement

to dance: verb 1. move rhythmically to music 2. (of a person) move in a quick and lively way tonight we are here, in this moment, standing upon a sacred ground whether it was before or it is now is for you to decide just know what an honor it is to be here, glory to whatever gods may be, there is potential for a miracle it is theorized that the first uses of dance were to aid in the telling of stories, the passing of myths in a physical manifestation, it was all the proof they needed for anything divine tonight our stories are bouncing like a rhythmic heartbeat from the spaces between us, I can feel it we must open up, invite them in to

it's a new day by successwithhonor, literature

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it's a new day

the creek bubbles with new life, that is to say wider, more accepting of the frigid meander of the mountain there is a man pruning the bushes, pruning everything in sight, he has a gentle touch and a back snapped too many times like the stem of a sapling pine and we both walk on this thawing earth the shovel is a promise that something beautiful will someday grow this soil is not barren, these maggots are not lonely the sun is a sparkling hive to pollinate our bitter rosebuds Spring is coming —will we be ready?

a selection of extrasensory impulses by successwithhonor, literature

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a selection of extrasensory impulses

the air is blue the sky is a dream i've seen too many times the air is a collection of berries atop a homemade muffin home is made of only dreams and air the morning is a collection of lemon drops the children are colorful the children awake at odd angles and proceed to their respective duties duties are brown and grey grey is not the spring dripping into puddles on the lawn the lawn will be much greener than we remember our memory is the pink gummy bear we could not figure out the flavor of our memories are the thorns on berry bushes the birds pick the bushes at home with futile beaks the futility makes everything so much sweeter if we don't

Celebrating All of You (part 2) by betwixtthepages, journal

Celebrating All of You (part 2)

Apr 17, 2014

As many of you know, my birthday was March 8th. I received a plethora of well-wishes and kind words from so many talented, inspiring deviants, I decided to celebrate all of them here as a thank you for being wonderful. Part 2 of 2 Kinglorshi (https://www.deviantart.com/kinglorshi) writes on a wide variety of subjects, including knights and space-travel. AlwaysRainCheck (https://www.deviantart.com/alwaysraincheck) is a fairly new face on dA, but is making waves with her photography and writing. WeirdAndLovely (https://www.deviantart.com/weirdandlovely) is, as her name suggests, both weird, AND lovely--but her gallery is pure gold. DailyBreadCafe (https://www.deviantart.com/dailybreadcafe) is a lover of all things tea--and literature! MagicalJoey (https://www.deviantart.com/magicaljoey) has a kind-heart and an absolutely won

DLD to DD for April 8th, 2014 by DailyLitDeviations, journal

DLD to DD for April 8th, 2014

Apr 8, 2014

Guidelines | How to Suggest a DLD | Group Administrators | Affiliation | Chatroom | Current Staff Openings DLD to DD April 8th, 2014 Featuring these Special DLDs is an honor! You can show your support by :+favlove:ing this News Article. Every so often a DLD is featured as a Literature Daily Deviation and displayed on the deviant ART front page. We would like to give special recognition to those that have received this honor. We would like you to revisit their work, enjoy the pieces and congratulate the artists. Please comment and :+fav: the features! :pointr: If you receive a DD for one of your pieces featured by DLD please note :devthetao

humdrumtown by ghostinafog, literature

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humdrumtown

five o'clock middle of nowhere tea, he poked reality with an unloaded rifle, roadkill doe; the sheet slid off the flanks; in his life he had never been so awfully late. a strange sensuality in the sunset juxtaposed with "it's a dead animal, you know" well, he would never go that far; not as far as admitting he was wrong - therefore, heavy odour of rotting would never turn to incense, deer-legged Mary would never bless him with a kick in the ass, he'd be confined to burning down houses, greasy fingers - the sad cop-outs of five o'clock middle of nowhere funerals.

he is living out of body by 0hgravity, literature

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he is living out of body

The couth youth crooner, casual kisser, sips sauvignon blanc in a clinquant night; he appraises a pristine cityscape on a high- rise terrace with a smooth glass rim pressed to his tight lips. His prestige drips off exquisite notes pearled to dress audiences in the purest tones; sounds to waltz like the soft shine of diamonds upon table cloth, like the old love light in veteran eyes. Many say he rose from the same dirt, down deep in the earth; a lily from the mud, he glides from starstruck room to room in burn-bright white suits, in no hurry to fade back to brown anonymity. Many say still there is nothing but sorry in his gaze, in

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life asked death, "why do people love me but hate you?" death answered, "because you are a beautiful lie and i am a painful truth."

“you can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
- c.s. lewis

“i regret that it takes a life to learn how to live.” - jonathan safran foer

Favourite Movies

the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, dead poet's society, parent trap, inception, les miserables

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

of monsters and men, ed sheeran, mumford and sons, fleet foxes, san cisco, imagine dragons

Favourite Books

the book thief, einstein's dreams, east of eden, a tale of two cities, pride and prejudice, the sound and the fury, the fault in our stars, harry potter, percy jackson

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momo-madness

Dec 25, 2014

here's to new beginnings and fond memories.

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quoting tumblr , "merry christmas to everyone who didn’t get presents today because their family couldn’t afford it and merry christmas to everyone who couldn’t make it home for the holidays and merry christmas to everyone spending it alone i want you all to know that i hope you all have a great end of the year and i love you all and even if your holidays weren’t how you pictured them i hope you still have a good rest of the holidays and year." and a quote to keep you going well into the new year: And just like that, I felt an intoxicating rush of hope. I tried to crush it, to push it down, to expose it to reality an

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Feb 26, 2014

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 “You won’t allow me to go to school. I won’t become a doctor. Remember this: One day you will be sick.”  —   Poem written by an 11 year old Afghan girl This poem was recorded in a NYT magazine article about female underground poetry groups in Afghanistan. An amazing article about the ways in which women are using a traditional two line poetry form to express their resistance to male oppression, their feelings about love (considered blasphemous).

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momo-madness

Dec 26, 2013

welcoming the new year with a smile.

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hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday season regardless of what you celebrate, if you celebrate at all :aww: wishing you all the best end to the year 2013 and the greatest start to the new year!! thank you all for 13,000+ page views and for sticking with me through this dry spell. i've been super busy with life and hearing good news so it's been a relatively happy break for me :blushes::heart: hope you've all been doing well and looking forward to seeing your creations in my inbox :hug: