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Daily Deviation
December 20, 2012
fumes by *KaitForest powerfully enforces the words through the image, rather than the image through the words.
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Literature Text
the talk
wisps of smoke tangled in my voice, strangled along your chest; tonight we spend our seconds deliquescing our desires into wicks for flames yet to be lit, and still i dare seek the fumes pressed in your stare- gasoline for my lips to infuriate the stagnant caliber that is your wish; dare for your fingers to ignite me the ache in your moans to align me a constellation in your mattress; i wait for you to covet
your wants,
but you
a candle in the night
re-
of my
heart
unfurls,
your wants,
but you
and i flicker out;
a candle in the night
waiting to be
lit
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Don't Talk To Me
"I'm sorry," I said, and meant it.
She nodded, her expression unfathomable. "Me too."
There was a long pause.
"Just two days ago," I said quietly, avoiding her eyes, "we couldn't even be in the same room without going for each other's throats."
She turned away. "Yeah," she admitted. "But look at us now."
I continued, "And just two months ago we were the best of friends. But look at us now." This time I looked directly at her, smiling mirthlessly.
"But look at us now," she
Literature
Six Word Story
my mother kept smiles in bottles
Literature
if she were any more tomato she'd be blueberry
xvii.
i want to write about how this world of
absolute truth, knowledge, and solid food—
that which we hold high between two fingers is always
full of watery applesauce and little white half-truths.
and about how utterly strange
it is that all the simple things that people
write about on pages are, in reality,
very few and far between.
xvi.
and i want to write about how there is
peace and war and
poverty and treasure and
cruelty and sometimes,
sometimes,
small and
important
moments
of grace.
xv.
i want to write a poem about why the hell i'm wasting
my time writing poems when i could maybe
actually be doing something produ
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this style is amazing and so are your words ^^