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Daily Lit Deviations for September 22nd, 2012

We are proud to feature today's Daily Literature Deviations!

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Poetry

Featured by: LadyofGaerdon

Upon the paperHer hands grip me tightly As she moves me around the paper A black stain she leaves behind As she frowns in thoughtful laborSuch pretty words she writes And for awhile I thought it was me That made the pretty words apper For a moment I thought it could beBut now I see I'm just a tool What she uses to print her art Sometimes it makes me feel good Other times it breakes my heartI wish it could be me That thinks those pretty words But any thoughts I have Sadly will never be heardBut for now I am content To be her worker in this labor To be the first one to see her work Her pretty words upon the paper

Upon the paper by DarkAngelOfLov

Wistful, whimsical musings from the eyes

of our steadfast writing partners.

Featured by: SilverInkblot

Twenty: I'm afraid I'm growing oldi. Coupons and sales magazines have become more than just junk mail and the holes in my pants seem more patchable and I wonder just how much my sparse jewelry would fetch if I said I saw the face of Jesus in the glimmer of my pearls.ii. I am beginning to miss the sea I grew up on so much that I will read bad poetry just for the mention of a salty ocean breeze. I feel landlocked and sometimes I'm afraid that I will never see the world until I have retired from it.iii. Faith says her life is full of asking. I wish mine were full of answers, but I too have many questions and only Time will answer them for me.iv. My mother just turned sixty an...

Twenty: I am afraid I'm growing old by oracle-of-nonsense

Nostalgia isn't just for old folks anymore.

A strong poem with a truly beautiful closing line.

Suggested by The Favorites Project of LITplease

Featured by: LadyofGaerdon

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"June" by gogocherryrose

A delicate, simple yet profoundly effecting thought.

Prose

Featured by shebledgreenink

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We Were Angels by LindsayIrene

This piece perfectly exemplifies the flash fiction genre

as well as what I call the "just-enough-fantasy" genre.

Featured by doodlerTM

MemoriesI remember lying in bed with you, longing for a deeper connection. You would always sleep with your back to me, in an almost fetal position, as if you were physically guarding your heart. All I wanted was to touch those scars that ran down the center of your chest, but you told me you were not okay with someone else's heart beating within you so I let it be. The look in your eyes when you woke up in the morning; the sleepy surrealness of a dream playing at the corner of your lips, and the early morning light goldenly surrounding your messy hair like a halo was enough to quench any thirst I had for you. It was enough to resonate in me for a...

Memories by TheStoyTeller

This non-fiction piece shows the intricacies of

love and romance and how much it can hurt to

remember about romance when it fails.

For more information, including how to suggest a Deviation

to be featured, please visit us at DailyLitDeviations .

Thanks so much for supporting the lit community and this project!

~ The DailyLitDeviations Team ~

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Daily Lit Deviations for September 22nd, 2012

We are proud to feature today's Daily Literature Deviations!

You can show your support by ing this News Article.

Please comment and the features and congratulate the artists!

For all of the featured artists: If you receive a DD for one

of your pieces featured by DLD please note pullingcandy .

We will include you and your piece in a special recognition news article.

Poetry

Featured by: LadyofGaerdon

Upon the paperHer hands grip me tightly As she moves me around the paper A black stain she leaves behind As she frowns in thoughtful laborSuch pretty words she writes And for awhile I thought it was me That made the pretty words apper For a moment I thought it could beBut now I see I'm just a tool What she uses to print her art Sometimes it makes me feel good Other times it breakes my heartI wish it could be me That thinks those pretty words But any thoughts I have Sadly will never be heardBut for now I am content To be her worker in this labor To be the first one to see her work Her pretty words upon the paper

Upon the paper by DarkAngelOfLov

Wistful, whimsical musings from the eyes

of our steadfast writing partners.

Featured by: SilverInkblot

Twenty: I'm afraid I'm growing oldi. Coupons and sales magazines have become more than just junk mail and the holes in my pants seem more patchable and I wonder just how much my sparse jewelry would fetch if I said I saw the face of Jesus in the glimmer of my pearls.ii. I am beginning to miss the sea I grew up on so much that I will read bad poetry just for the mention of a salty ocean breeze. I feel landlocked and sometimes I'm afraid that I will never see the world until I have retired from it.iii. Faith says her life is full of asking. I wish mine were full of answers, but I too have many questions and only Time will answer them for me.iv. My mother just turned sixty an...

Twenty: I am afraid I'm growing old by oracle-of-nonsense

Nostalgia isn't just for old folks anymore.

A strong poem with a truly beautiful closing line.

Suggested by The Favorites Project of LITplease

Featured by: LadyofGaerdon

:thumb294576982:

"June" by gogocherryrose

A delicate, simple yet profoundly effecting thought.

Prose

Featured by shebledgreenink

:thumb316031534:

We Were Angels by LindsayIrene

This piece perfectly exemplifies the flash fiction genre

as well as what I call the "just-enough-fantasy" genre.

Featured by doodlerTM

MemoriesI remember lying in bed with you, longing for a deeper connection. You would always sleep with your back to me, in an almost fetal position, as if you were physically guarding your heart. All I wanted was to touch those scars that ran down the center of your chest, but you told me you were not okay with someone else's heart beating within you so I let it be. The look in your eyes when you woke up in the morning; the sleepy surrealness of a dream playing at the corner of your lips, and the early morning light goldenly surrounding your messy hair like a halo was enough to quench any thirst I had for you. It was enough to resonate in me for a...

Memories by TheStoyTeller

This non-fiction piece shows the intricacies of

love and romance and how much it can hurt to

remember about romance when it fails.

For more information, including how to suggest a Deviation

to be featured, please visit us at DailyLitDeviations .

Thanks so much for supporting the lit community and this project!

~ The DailyLitDeviations Team ~

Prepared by: SilverInkblot