hello!
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 try (try!) to feature
deviants who get less spotlight than others and i will never feature the
same person twice.
these are truly some spectacular works and i urge to you take a look! i only pick the best, you know! (;please take the time to read through each one - seriously, it takes five minutes - and be sure to 
the journal! (:
society is warped like a two-by-fouri used to hide behind pages, hide in between the three-punch holes and the
too-straight blue lines on looseleaf
paper because that's where i thought i belonged: among the blankness
of ideas i felt but didn't hear, touched but didn't see – oh, they
touched me, they brushed against my eyelashes like
dandelion seeds tumbling through the ether, and the
wind ripped them from their stems and flung them
into the world and then they finally
realized: this is who i am supposed to be, no, this is who i am and nothing
can change that, not even when i find myself pummeled by tsunami
waves that crush houses like we crumple all the w
Old Loves and Sanity in a Lonely ChairLithographs of you
waxing lyrical on the bookshelf
between love letters and lithium
and the taste of your breath.
April euphoria
wearing down like the sole of well-
worn shoes
I wait at the door
half in and half out
with so much to lose
scatterfalling leaves scatter
chattering of summers past
at Jack Frost's first breath
Am I A Poet Yet?My hair stains the sheets in a tangle.
My body lies quiet, an afterthought,
Under stanzas of love marks and sweat;
You are leaving tomorrow, I love you, and wonder:
Am I a poet yet?
My fingers search through your hair,
Trace up the curve of an ear,
Caress a full, swollen petal of a lip,
Trying to find you under the beauty, the covers;
You are leaving tomorrow, I love you, and wonder:
Am I a poet yet?
Soon I'll stare out at the sky and the sea,
And it will only be me, the gulls, and what used to be.
You'll meet different eyes, with a lovelier slant,
Our passion will be a stranger from a foreign land.
You say you'll be back,
love is blind.x.
he talks about waking up at midnight
and how his fish stare at him when he's smoking a cigarette,
and he says their eyes are so fucking lonely, hungry monsters eating away at him, because he's always had a habit of depriving things of the attention they need. and he won't breathe a word of it, but he's been starved of love too long to really care.
x.
he talks about brittle bones, and black eyelashes that brush pales cheeks, bruise knees and scarred hips.
and with every breath he promises he's not in love but every step he takes is a little closer to her. {anyone who knows anything knows she's waiting for him],
but,
x.
he says you
syntheticthey won't let me slip my tiny toes
beneath the waves, they won't let me
sink
beneath the surface,
sliding through water as if i were drifting through glass.
they won't let oceans wash above
me,
they won't let schools of fish pick the thoughts from my bones.
they won't let the roar
of the
river
wash the nightmares from my mind.
they will let
shafts of sunlight sear my skull,
let its rays swim across my irises.
i wish it pierced my skin instead.
They won't let me
paint with metal bristles that glint
like fish scales,
they won't let me smear
the aurora across my arms -
upside down, dipped in hell.
they won't let it
WavesCartographers cannot trace your ever-changing landscape
So I hike through your caverns pathless and unafraid
You are the siren boy with a head like waves
Thrashing about and yet you still allow
My meek little figure to lap at your ear
And slowly crawl in like a curious why
Thunderheads roar in your skies, calling me home
I venture through your woods of crystal and smoke
To find you singing me forward on storm etched stones
I spend years at the beach fumbling with rope, to build a steady craft
That will reach your throne
I bow at your feet, but you wear terror like a crown
My hands lick up your thighs and into your mind
As I crash
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foresight, foreskini'd like to know when rain will come and when wrapping numb
hands around coffee cups will do nothing for the ache.
you whisper playfully to the curled wisps of hair near my ear,
"we can't always know everything, miss lonely,
miss lonely."
you say, "bambi never knew."
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UPDATES ON THINGS
i have created a favorites folder entitled "Fantastic Feature Tuesday" where you can find every deviation i have ever featured! yippee! and other things too:
1. feature is shorter this week because i am very busy and it takes a while to find the right pieces. also, i realized quite a few of them already have DLDs and it makes me feel unoriginal, heh
2. worried about nanowrimo. i don't think i'll be able to finish, not when i need to focus on school since i'll be applying to university in january (!!!!!!!!!). so i'm trying to think of a compromise but i'm not sure. maybe only 750 words a day (for a total of 22500 words.. ugh, lame) or to write for one hour every day (though i have no idea how many words that might amount to - still, i don't think i should be sacrificing any more homework time than that). and, in order to not be hypocritical about this, i am going to seriously cut down on all my procrastinations and stuff. because if i have time to read and watch tv, i have time to write.
3. doing well in everything except electricity&magnetism. i don't even care about that class because i'm going to apply to a bio-related program and don't
need physics but it's really bringing my average down and if i fail the course i will have to take it again (and be severely embarrassed)
4. ummm yeah that's it. oh, i'm going to florida around christmas-time for a week to visit my grandparents who go up there every year for four months. and to soak in the sun, of course. that should be a nice way to relax after a very stressful semester..
thanks for reading! 
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A Smattering of Lit News
h thats really great......... Tails: Why arent you ha
now that my research work is almost done,
the thing is i don't have good internet connection anymore.
anyway, i just want you to know
that i miss reading your features.
thank you, i really appreciate that
but i can't because of my connection.
but i want to be back.