001. Wonderful Wednesday Feature

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Welcome back to the new and improved Wonderful Wednesday Feature. I began this feature series way back before my hiatus, and I always enjoyed featuring pieces of literature and various deviants. I think that this is one of the best ways to be involved within the literature community, especially since it allows me to interact with a wide range of creative deviants. However, this time, I am doing something a little differently, which marks this as '001' of the updated series. Each week I will be featuring six pieces of literature, which I find to be both creative and unique; and I will be featuring one special deviant, as well as showcasing some of their work.

I hope that you guys enjoy this new series, and if you have any pieces of literature or a deviant you wish to suggest for next time, send me a note :heart:.

Literature by imaginative-lioness

<da:thumb id="417412669"/> ode to youif you ever asked me
to describe it,
i would tell you how
you spin my thoughts into poetry,
compose my heartbeats into music,
how your lighthouse presence
beckons me to a home
within your smile.
if you ever asked me
to write it,
i would write my fingers bloody
with all the words
that could have come between us,
all the conversations
that skirted past unspoken,
all the poems
that i should have surrendered.
if you ever asked me
to show it,
i would love your heart till it's raw,
your joints till they no longer creak,
your tears till they dry,
your bruises till they fade,
the whites of your eyes
      till the bloodshot veins
      fade into milky bliss,
your irises till they lose all dreary grayness,
and your pupils till they tire no more of the sunlight,
      till they tire no more of me.
if you ever asked me
to prove it,
i would recite the thought-poems
that you spun
and play the heartbeat sonatas
that you composed.
i would paint you an ocea ChrysanthemumChrysanthemum
 
Last night, I dreamt of us.
We were together on a mountaintop,
I was sitting on the edge,
With my legs dangling above the bottomless pit,
With a lone, white chrysanthemum in my hand as I pull the petals from the stem.
While you were standing above me, looking on, languidly,
None of us wanting to say anything,
My own mental battle sewing my lips to one another,
Unable to speak,
While you were probably trapped within your own mental depths;
In my mind, I was debating between venting and jumping,
Simply over the fact I didn’t know what that look was in your eyes,
But I think that’s probably the point, that we’re no longer of the same kind,
Maybe I changed into something I’m unaware of, maybe you were the one to transform,
But I don’t get the same feel of what used to be,
This is foreign to me,
An unapologetic feeling of extreme apathy,
And that is the unfortunate reality of this situation,
No matter how long the arrangement of astral cordsThis is how I'm built up, you see;
stars trapped in the linings of my
stomach and
the regurgitation of meteors
thundering
the chambers of a heart--
deconstructs of kaleidoscope-stained
glass.
This is the reason why my throat
bubbles like witch's brew--
the insides of my body form monsoons that
scratch my lungs and
disintegrate my windpipe,
an off-pitched dissonance
like wind chimes
whenever I try to shout or speak or
even whisper.
      (and they tell me that you could sing
      the moon to sleep when you cast
      your faithful nothings on a star)
[and, no, I'm not some kind of genie
trapped in an expanse of dust
rather than a lamp]
Darling, I was never caught between
a collision of star-crossed galaxies,
nor an accident between the big bang
and a black hole.
I was born a star-child.
and, no, they could never be beautiful.
Yet, I could never be as graceful.
I could never carve my face the way 
gods do, and <da:thumb id="417402867"/>


I wanted to introduce you all to a wonderful, kind deviant. This beautiful deviant took the time out of her day and suggested my piece 'Soldier' for both a DLD and a DD. I urge you all to check out her profile and add her to your watch.

Flights of FancyWings alight,
take off fears.
Faith in unseen
faces, voices.
One by one 
lights flicker out.
Journeys settle 
in bones, ache.
Breath fogs
double paned glass
in plastic cradles.
Piles on piles
of christmas lights
strangle pines.
Red and green
flash bright,
left and right.
White guides 
solitary from 
behind, creating
sleepy halos.
Fog pulls
at weary travelers
headed home,
jobs complete. Touching MusicOh, odes to 
grooves on vinyl.
Fingers pinched winding 
teeth, smoothing tape.
Sheltering shine; 
smudging out prints. graphiccircles sewn neatly;
you, underneath.
hell lips sacredly;
you, us, sadists.
skin noir roughly;
you, unreal lux.
xenophobia;
against this, shame. 
effigies scream mar;
riot, trials.
seven nights struggle;
even, never.
recourse empty yoke;
evolve, erect.
tight tercet ties scar; 
retch, hands stomach.
heaven nods sleepy;
you, unchanged dreams.
silent tears slyly;
you, umbrella.
alone effect try;
you, unceasing.  WreakMad plots on bad plots,
dig graves with paper spades.
Hurl howls heavy,
weighted wet and weary.
Garbled grammar game
for a solemn shtick.
Words lead to words, 
pulling out my mouth
teeth tied to string; 
door. Ode to a Parking FairyOh, you moody mistress,
of car-parks and asphalt,
your clerics are angry
and your altars hungry. Hidden PhrasingSomeday I'll find the words that we've hidden
tucked between silences,
too small to be heard.
Oh, write me a melody
to string words to,
and I'll find my meanings in the dark.
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Beautiful, beautiful stuff, doll :love: