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Hand and foot, Hip and breastHear the ever-wonderful `TwilightPoetess read this aloud here!
And now I understand the depths
to which a woman must sink, must
dig herself into, must push past with hand
and foot, hip and breast. It is not light I seek
but solidness. Not spring air soft against
my cheek, but the scalding touch of lava
forced for so long to be silent and still
now worming through a cracked
and weeping crust. It seeks explosions
because affection must be dramatic.
But the sky will not love it
as thoroughly as I do.
And now I understand the impossible
permanence of night-lit words.
They linger in the valley between my wrist
and fingers; stow themselves in my freckles.
I cannot erase their presence, ignore
their weight -- only hope for a lover
who will burn away your shape.
But I understand hope to be a fickle
and most unfortuna
ObjectI prod the sticky skin
between your ribs,
find air lacking.
there are words for this.
I do not want
to know them.
ten years ago
you said that a human
was more than an accumulation
of bone and liquid
but here, with a cloth squeezed
between the few fingers
not touching the object
that you've become,
Bitlet 02one day visitors will come to us from a world made of spheres.
they'll trail oval fingers along the straight, narrow paths of our city grids,
inquire as to the functionality of our square, divided buildings.
they'll say, your Mother birthed you round;
why do you grow into boxes?
perhaps this invasion of sense
will save us.
Dear Teen MeDear Teen Me,
Too often, we lean toward writing to the general audience. I've rewritten this very letter at least three times, and had to scrap it each time because it did not accomplish what it needs to accomplish. It needs to be a letter to you, not to every teenage girl in America. It needs to speak to your heart, your dreams, and your faults. It needs to be about you.
Since we were able to comprehend compassion, we've used it as a shield to avoid ourselves. We've sympathized with the plights of the starving in Asia, the trafficked in India, the raped and tortured in Sudan and Burma. We've given to the Red Cross on behalf of hurricane and earthquake victims. We've spent hours coaxing the mentally ill out of suicide, sometimes successfully, sometimes not. We've given everything we have trying to help others. And it is noble and just and right and selfless to the point of being unhealthy.
You are a person, too. You need time and attention and care and space just as much as the
LeviosaThere once was a witch named Kat
who wished for the pointiest hat
that any witch had ever worn
as straight and sharp as a thorn
so she could place it where the teacher sat.
Then our Kat would giggle with glee
as into the air like a rocket shot he!
Ah, the irony his criticisms would carry
as the class watched him flutter like a fairy.
Maybe it'd be enough to set Kat free
from the levitation lessons
that felt like torture sessions.
If only Kat could make the wand work
so that droopy tip would perk
upward, like a prayer to the heavens.
The Love of WordsIf it means to, it will.
You must be patient, still.
It may start by flirting
like a man with sultry eyes
and a plump bottom lip who smiles
in a way he knows transcends
first kiss to prom night.
Perhaps it will ravage you,
leave you breathless and awestruck
and filled with so many words
they trip over themselves like elephants
who cannot forget the threat of mice.
It could be gentle,
just one finger teasing the right spot
deliberate and measured so that you
can only break yourself against the lines
and wait, patient and still, knowing
that if it means to, it will.
Beginners Guide to Starting GroupsI often see groups fail before they have a chance to get seen, even if that group had a good idea. This is frequently because the founder (and possibly other admin) doesn’t know how to set up a group and get it noticed. I've put together this guide to help admins with this task. It may seem difficult, but from my own experience I found that this is one of the best parts of being an admin. There's always something to do and it can keep you entertained. Please note that this guide is subject to change if suggestions are made or DeviantART comes out with a new feature.
First off, if you want your group to get noticed you have to put some time and effort into it, especially in the beginning. If you only feel like spending ten minutes a day on doing things for your group, then it's best
not to start one at all. Whenever I start a group, I try to put in at least two hours a day. This may seem excessive, but like I said, there's always something to do.
Vanguard, Chapter 1: DuncanDuncan's Journal: Day 1288
I consider myself a good man. I respect women, elders, my equals, and the dead. I say a morning prayer, and an evening one. Hell, I even thank the gods for a meal, instead of immediately chowing down in the voracious manner as the other soldiers here do. By all logical means, I should be in paradise. No really, not just because I'm a good man, but also because I should be dead by now. So I ask myself: why, oh gods up there, have I ended up in hell?
1288 days. 1288 days of my life have been spent in this misery, and I'm beginning to lose faith in the glory I was promised. Some of the rookies still live in their ignorant bliss, but I've lived long enough to realize that there's not much glory to find here. “Sing the songs of glory and march into battle—-join The Crusade today!”. Such were the words of the posters The Crusade has spread all over The Mortal Realm. Gullible fools practically stand in line for these songs of glory that th
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