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No Poetry Was Written
No poetry was written that day
No children played,
Lovers did not kiss
Dogs did not bark
The sky was gray
The grass, yellow-green
Maidens screamed into a lifeless world.
No, no poetry was written
No baby cried
Men faced off
and women sighed.
Children were silent
Birds fell from the sky
Clouds ceased and dismissed
And I didn't think of you.
No, no poetry was written
And I swam in rain
You tried to confront me
Give me all the blame
No, no poetry was written
No, not ever again.
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Literature
Activity No.1 'Who Are We?'
Who am I?
A Just a girl
A friend
A lover
An artist
A dreamer
I like my emo
A little too much
But what do I know?
Heck, what do I care?
Who am I?
From a faraway place I came
Bringing with me the arts
Strengths of many not so same
A sketchbook in hand I travel
In search of new miraculous discoveries
With music that I listen and play
Upon a stage of life
And the photos that I take each day
My journey isn't over yet
Who am I?
Child of Mother Gaia
Poetry makes the soul
Music wrapped in layers
Upon a beloved breeze
Within childhood mountains
Eclectic tastes are apparent
Within fashion, and culture
Has an element of being
Activities - Weekly Prompts
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Literarily Speaking v.VII
Literarily Speaking Editions | Feature An Artist | Meet A Writer
"Be a pineapple. Stand tall, wear a crown, and be sweet on the inside."
Literarily Speaking is devoted to featuring a collection of well-deserving
deviants and their literary prowess on a monthly basis. We aim to
inspire fellow writers to never give up and aim for the stars and beyond.
Seventh Article Special Feature -- The-Oyster-Idol (https://www.deviantart.com/the-oyster-idol)
Words are a special type of black magic. The art of writing is a grueling process, taking many years to master. In a world of literary prowess, many writers strive to make their mark. Today, we talk to Gretchen McCarthy about what it takes to
Monthly Activities
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Literature
A Bit of What its Like
As opposed to the typical,
Over and over a dimension, goes the journey.
Each step is the next leap of faith,
Over and over one crack and another.
The inhale is a struggle and the exhale, a scream.
Worn are blisters like medals upon chains,
By the slave of terror at the mercy of closed eyes.
A racing heart comes just before each retreat,
And stays upon the cold sweat out of the hell.
This method of communication is worn out.
Known is never a messenger or their message.
Nothing is known but the flashbacks of
what the pulse made haste to escape from.
Fleeting moments and faint glimpses into Hell
are the low quality evidence to the bigger fis
Club Contests
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Literature
Checkered Squares: By the Black Petaled Man
By the wailing pool of black, sat a table, a table marble white. As white as the fountain pool, as sinister as liquid black. Upon this table white rested a checkered square, a checkered square of red and black to match the roses there. Many a game and many a night were lost atop these checkered squares, found on table marble white next to a pool of liquid black. And as the pool of liquid black sat on fountain of marble white, so did these checkered squares rest dolefully on blood spilled there. Many a man would wager there upon the checkered squares against the man of petal black. And many a many would lose more than he dared on games of checkered squares. What drove sane men to seek him there, he never knew. What stirred the men to wager more than dare and lose a flower there. A flower just discarded upon a checkered dare. Woe to the poor girls, for this isn’t fair, for they dared to not be there, now they shall lay bare. But a clever man, the petal’d man is, for
Prose
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Literature
The shadow and the mask
Who’s the shadow underneath the mask Who’s the sad clown With a knife behind her back Who’s the secret whisperer And the maker of all dreams Who’s the fragile thread That connects present with the past Who’s the conqueror of pain Who is the child hurt and who licks the scars Who’s the voice that never stops As long as time ticks Who’s the watcher behind the tinted glass The true self never dies Covered by dirt and shame it hides It struggles its way through the tides The shadow and the mask The nameless one behind both lies
Poetry
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Literature
Wandering Thoughts, New Poem WIP
Let me wallow in my own self-pity Let me wither and die like a weed in the grass I will be forgotten in time For what is a name but a fading whisper in the wind?
Poetry II
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Literature
Beautiful Mess
As the night spills over your shoulders, inhibitions are lost in the effect. Bright moonlight peers from your eyes, smolders, holding in our heat while we connect. A passionate embrace encircles, smoothing over edges forged today, and long ordeals of jumping hurdles keeps my closet's skeletons at bay. Hold me closely and I will inhale the intoxicants of your caress. Allow me this respite and prevail further into this beautiful mess.
Poetry III
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Miscellaneous
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Literature
The Case of Saika Chapter 11 - Durarara!!
Story cover/Artwork drawn by Mizutheduckarts Check out her websites, instagram.com/theduckarts/ and twitter.com/Mizutheduckarts After making a stop at their hideout to retrieve his suitcase full of bottles of infectious diseases, Takashi and Saika continue their journey to Ikebukuro. Upon arriving there, they head over to the building known as Sunshine 60 and make their way to its rooftop where they can set up the Seishu to fire the diseases and infect the entire city. Due to its status as one of the tallest buildings in Tokyo and located in one of the city's most famous and populated districts, it is no surprise that they would choose Sunshine 60 to execute the final step of their ultimate plan. When they arrived, Saika and Takashi walk over to the left side of the rooftop and the former Nebula employee places the device and suitcase down on the floor. He puts on a pair of safety goggles, a protective mask, and latex gloves first before carefully opening his suitcase to reveal
Stories
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