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Dawn, February 29th by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Dawn, February 29th

I drive all night, following the skyline through the trees until I reach your side, deer. It's something about the way you're lying, mid-leap, as if sleep has taken you unawares that stops me there. And it's your eyes that hold me, your unseeing gaze that somehow holds me whole in the haze of the moonlight, on the rim of the world. Like that moon, you have run yourself blind, unfurled as if in a dream. And it seems your legs are broken, yet in my headlights you rise like heat to the place where night and day finally meet.

Case History by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Case History

We find you where you had fallen: face to the blue, the wall between this world and the next. You'd slipped, perhaps, lost your footing and now you flew – webbed fingers outstretched, your kelpie hair strewn behind you. Your lips are chapped and blue as if bitten by frost or fishes, the words choked back in your throat as you open out like an oracle, begin to bloat. Your skin is starting to scale. But you don't notice – in fact, you float so serene, I wonder if you've always been blind and weightless, like an astronaut tethered to the stars. We find you where you broke apart – a balloon loosed from a ch

By Heart by angel-in-pieces, literature

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By Heart

Now that I have your face by heart I look to piece the other parts of you together – less your lips, your eyes, like a knife-thrust, bright as dawn skies, than the shadows gathering in your wake, the bruises left by every heartache. I long to drown in the depths of you, to feel the waves breaking over me, the moon inhaled, exhaled, cancelling out the sun. I want to watch the lettercut light come undone in awe of you, to see the stars run blind and tear the very fabric of the sky. To hear my heartbeat breaking on the same shore as yours, time after time - calling your name, calling you mine.

Girl, Fifteen, To A Lover She'll Never Meet by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Girl, Fifteen, To A Lover She'll Never Meet

Thursday nights are silver screened. At nine, it's time once again to air the prelude to a dream. I wait, eyes square, for the immaculate contours of your face to appear: the features of a lover I'll never meet. It seems strange to say (a kind of admission of defeat), but to be honest I'm OK with the pause, rewind, replay that makes up our relationship. You have to admit, knowing I'd never flip channels or walk out when you're in a scene is a devotion, of sorts. I expect nothing in return. I know you know nothing of me. But I can't help but love you; your close-ups, your scripted smile, the way you lean towards the screen

Willow by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Willow

It's freezing, sub-zero out here. I make my way through the park to the lake, where the trees open out and you can see the sky once more. It's beautiful, on a day like today. Not a cloud in the sky - just a pale whiteness, a hole in the fabric of the heavens. I take the mud track through the undergrowth and find a place where no one will see. I grew up here, in this town, by this park. We used to come here all the time, to ride our bikes, feed the ducks in summer, and in winter, we'd take our skates and head for the lake, where we'd carve patterns into the ice. There's a photograph of me I remember, one of those old Polaroids that

Flatlands by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Flatlands

Sure, there is safety in routine, but there's something scary about permanence. That was the first thing I learnt when we made it to the big city. When I think of our arrival, taking a taxi through the rush hour, what I remember most is how transitory it all seemed, everything continually flickering and fading. And it was the same every day after, like a bleed that can't be stemmed. They were a people in flight, those city dwellers - always on the move. What I admired about them was their sense of direction, their sense of purpose. The way they all seemed to answer to the same call

Wintering by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Wintering

It's a canvas of mouthings, of open throats, that wave of grey. Storm clouds pass like sails torn, loosing their limbs to the wind with each stroke of the brush. There's a symphony in the rush of them, howling their wolfcry, O - breathings holes into the fabric, Lethe leaving their lungs. And low, tugging at the hymns that line the sky, the moon, sister of a stone, rises, rises with her hood of bone.

Home by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Home

Home, again. The dome of night presses down like a mighty bell jar. She hides her face to escape the looks of other travellers on the last train. It pains her, their pity. Their stares and their half-smiles that say that bruise really sets off the blue of your eyes. As if they understood. Instead, she examines her reflection in the window, fragmented across fields and clouds and telephone lines, reaching out. She's a garden of black and blue blooms, a harvest of half-moons and blinkered scars. He says he loves her, needs her. Sometimes, she's not so sure. She's late, again. She imagines him, sitting in the dark, hands before h

Maschinenmensch by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Maschinenmensch

He dreamt of eternity condensed in a fist, the clench of a metal heart – building a sister of bone. All shining plates and saucer eyes, a battery-acid born disguise; he anticipates a future struck from stone. She stands, cogs poised, ready for the spark of life - a face to emulate under the surgeon's knife. Wires crossed, bodies lost, minds cleaved - &#

Forest, Fathomed by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Forest, Fathomed

Dreamscape, whitewash. Snow on snow. The curvature of love's dumb cry beneath the arclight of the sky. The hillside rises up, up – a shadow hung in the shadow of a heaven, clung to the sides of all it has been, the air gauzed as if in awe of it. The trees are only as solid as they seem, cut-paper casts like the heads of dolls. Fathom-deep, deaf as dark under the mask of sleep: the toll of blackened hearts. Below, the train pulls on through the snow like a string of beads – all pinprick sparks and needle-eyed stars - a trail stark as the tail of a comet streaming 'cross the hollow of the hill, seeming to fall into the

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Dawn, February 29th by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Dawn, February 29th

Case History by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Case History

By Heart by angel-in-pieces, literature

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By Heart

Girl, Fifteen, To A Lover She'll Never Meet by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Girl, Fifteen, To A Lover She'll Never Meet

Willow by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Willow

Flatlands by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Flatlands

Wintering by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Wintering

Home by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Home

Maschinenmensch by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Maschinenmensch

Forest, Fathomed by angel-in-pieces, literature

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Forest, Fathomed

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ApocaLit Fridays: Issue #28 by Apocalypse-writing, journal

ApocaLit Fridays: Issue #28

Jun 27, 2014

Hello Horde :salute: Welcome back to ApocaLit Fridays; Apocalypse-writing (https://www.deviantart.com/apocalypse-writing)'s bi-weekly roundup filled with news, information, features and updates on things ..... well, apocalyptic and literature in nature (hence the clever name :slow:). :spotlight-left: In honour of our 300th member, we are holding a contest; The ABC’s of the Apocalypse. Check out the official journal for all the details! :spotlight-right: This week we have the usual Group, Affiliate and Lit Community updates, as well as "What to Watch/Read/Web". :star: Fun Fact Friday: The hole in a pencil sharpener into which a pencil is placed is called a chuck. :star: ----

Fabulous Friday Feature 17: Gardens by AzizrianDaoXrak, journal

Fabulous Friday Feature 17: Gardens

Feb 1, 2013

:thumb153790353::thumb56425180::thumb128791980::thumb66510705: Greetings, all, and welcome to my seventeenth FABULOUS FRIDAY FEATURE This week, I'm brightening up a grey winter with GARDENS. Unfortunately, I have to announce that there will not be a theme to next week's feature. I have made an executive decision based on my work load at grad school, and until further notice, I will simply be posting exceptional pieces I find over the course of the week. If you've got someone you think should be featured in next Friday's Feature, I AM EVEN MORE DESPERATE FOR YOUR SUGGESTIONS, and I'd love it if you would send me a note with a link to the de

Fantastic Feature Tuesday #28 by forestmeetwildfire, journal

Fantastic Feature Tuesday #28

Jan 23, 2013

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! Please this news article so it will reach a larger audience! :thumb273373621: :thumb323793577: :thumb334095810: :thumb125612233: :thumb272503880: :thumb331233733: :thumb333297091: :thumb182853326: :thumb323220917: :thu

Winter Alliance Contest! by LadyofGaerdon, journal

Winter Alliance Contest!

Dec 13, 2012

:wave: Greetings, fair Allies! It is my pleasure to announce the Winter Alliance Contest! :party: %Lit-Visual-Alliance (https://www.deviantart.com/lit-visual-alliance) What is the Alliance, you ask? The Alliance is a project group intended to encourage visual and literary artists to work together. I've felt for some time that the dA Literature Community can at times be somewhat insular - to its detriment. We in the Lit Community are also sometimes prone to griping about the lack of exposure our work receives when compared to that of visual artists. So in the spirit of ^thorns brilliant Complaint Challenge I thought I would try to do something about that. And so the Alliance was born

Daily Literature Deviations for Sept. 25th, 2012 by DailyLitDeviations, journal

Daily Literature Deviations for Sept. 25th, 2012

Sep 25, 2012

Guidelines | How to Suggest a DLD | Group Administrators | Affiliation | Chatroom | Current Staff Openings Daily Lit Deviations for September 25th, 2012 We are proud to feature today's Daily Literature Deviations! You can show your support by :+favlove:ing this News Article. Please comment and :+fav: the features and congratulate the artists! :pointr: For all of the featured artists: If you receive a DD for one of your pieces featured by DLD please note LiliWrites (https://www.deviantart.com/liliwrites). We will include you and your piece in a special recognition news article. :pointl: Poetry Featured by LiliWrites (https://www.deviantart.com/liliwrites) :thumb273664239: The Night Before Results

May you find silence in every storm by archelyxs, literature

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May you find silence in every storm

Reflection is a clingy whore, and September is an incoherent borderline who flees courageously from permanent stories. I have not forgotten how to suck the charcoal clouds out of the sky, how to dream fevers out of lullaby, or how to force the synapses of spirits. On the way home, I stopped to consider the music of the rustling fountain and the leaves shooting water in the breeze. And I knew love by the pitch of the owl's hoot, I knew soul by the order of the hornet's stripe. They wanted an apology from her. Shannon, they said, you broke the fucking universe. And before I could stop twitching electricity from spitting neutrinos

Name-calling by archelyxs, literature

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Name-calling

Of all shapes, I like right triangles best. I like right triangles best when the hypotenuse slopes downward, and the short leg is vertical, and the long leg is horizontal. I don't like it when the long leg is vertical. I used to draw right triangles set on all different angles so that they looked like they were dancing at a silent rave. But each withheld itself in its own unspeakable loneliness, no matter how much it had to drink. That's how I feel when someone pronounces my name May-gan. May-gan became laden with so much ignominy that at age fourteen I told people to call me Meh-gan. I keep a special place in my heart for isosceles right tri

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.vesta by angel-in-pieces, literature

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.vesta

. It is time. We feel the pull of summer along our spines as we head into hibernation. Bed is short respite for our leaden limbs, our singed hair. The air aches with the wait of it, where the embers click and sing like crickets. Snippets of sound from the underground. "This," someone says, wide-eyed with awe, "is what the insides of the earth look like" - the world beneath, struck through with dragons' teeth, pocked with open sores. The slit smile of the crater in a slack jaw. Our scarred skies are littered with lights, many mechanical suns spun into the ceiling, glinting like electric sequins. And in the middle of it all, where our

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broadcasting love and squalor since 1992~
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Dec 30, 2011

This is Your Singing Telegram...

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...I hope it finds you well! [/MLP reference] Why hai thar! Yes, I am back online again. Sorry about the long, long wait. It's been a hectic time, as you can probably imagine. Term has finished and Christmas has been and gone, and I'm finally back home in the warm again. Such a relief, I can tell you. I needed a break. The holidays so far have been good - I've actually been busy, for once. My cousins have recently moved down here from up north, and are now living only a couple of minutes away which is great - means we've been able to see them more times in a couple of weeks than we have in the last couple of years. I spent Christmas with th

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Nov 23, 2011

Charlie Chaplin, Coursework and Cutie Marks

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Sorry I've been silent for so long! I feel like I owe you all a bit of an update. Life has been massively hectic lately. Finally, second year of uni, and my life seems to have kicked into action. Ridiculous amounts of work are being done - I swear I trek to and from the library every other day. I've written 5 essays in the past couple of weeks, and our assessment titles have just been released, so there's another mad rush to get things sorted. But I'm getting involved in other things too, including working for the student tv station which is quite exciting. I get to use the snazzy equipment in their office, which is nice... And parties too -

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Oct 28, 2011

Buttons, Bugs and Austen

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[edit] Omigosh, thank you so much for the DD-love, guys! Totally out of the blue, and I'm so honoured. ikazon (https://www.deviantart.com/ikazon) is excessively wonderful for featuring me. :heart: [/edit] . Today is one of those days that I realise that I'm actually quite enjoying my life right now. And that's such a rare occurence I felt the need to share that with you all. Uni life has been a bit of a whirlwind of late. I managed to come down with a cool flu-chest-infection-stomach-bug-thing during my first few days of getting here which was nice - kept me entertained [read: bed-bound] for a couple of weeks or so. I'm still catching up a bit now, on both work