i. she was told that
she was-
ii. “different”
maybe because she could see that
the person in the mirror wasn’t
(really) her
she was *flash*;
white edged old photographs of
anything but herself
an artist who saw the horrible
(beauty) in cracked mirrors
And the beautiful
(horror) in barbed wire fences
she lived in phases of the sun;
hot/passionate/lingering. . . but
she still craved the cradle of an
open/ broken/soft spoken moon to
wound and imprint upon the backside
of her eyes a plush velvet darkness
so that she didn’t have to greet the next day
quite so formally because she realized that her past made her
her an
metallic;
I’ve swallowed all
the pins you used to
splay me, display me;
to hang me like a butterfly
so baby, I’m sorry if
I don’t taste so sweet
anymore
(I) am not innocence;
fox eyes flash, demure glances
the forest (cannot) stop the
gleaming blood that’s racing through
my twisted cherry veins, (be)aded
skin and naughty thoughts laced with
tripping oak-ivy, lungs (contained) in
birdcage ribs; oxygen, escape through
half-parted lips, gasping breaths but (don’t) worry
I’ve got my rosary on; wrapped across
my scar-stained wrists, give me a stained glass
kiss and just (try) and wrap your arms
around my waist, try (to) embrace me like I’ve
never been held before; fragile paper skin
I’m having trouble breathing; (save) me from
asphyxiation, drowning in oceans with
a universe drawn backwards by winkie77, literature
Literature
a universe drawn backwards
I don't know
how to answer the
moon because it's
nine in the morning and
I'm no wolf
maybe,
if I was,
I'd tear through the
morning with a soft
savagery, break past the
bruised atmosphere and
bring back the velvet black
blanket of night, raindrop sown
with a lace-work of pin-prick
stars and dripping glitter, I'd
return the moon, stolen from her
silver silk suspended home a d
stay with her, tracing the
world below with translucent
crater-tipped fingertips
embracing the imperfections and
lacing my veins through the
holes in her; my answer,
her luminescent brokenness
isn't completely unrealized
to the aching eyes of a
wolf dressed in dogwood
she is lucky seven;
stalking the circumference of
the world with lithe tiger limbs
and she lingers like gold
clinging faintly to the edges of
insatiable rainbows, hold her
gaze but take care of the
nazars in her eyes, layered softly
in shades of blue and protecting,
she's a fighting glance from
harm, tempting fracture as she
runs from the faded watercolour
sunset with bamboo bones,
a harsh inhibiting fragility,
her hair is acorns, reminiscent of
the sturdy oak trees who held her
as close to the skyline as she's ever been,
strands laced through with
falling stars, flickering trails of
lights, refracting for only a few
seconds before they
disa
The Road to 100 Million Deviations! by Heidi, journal
The Road to 100 Million Deviations!
DeviantART's 12 million members, the largest collective of artists anywhere in the world, have contributed nearly 100 million deviations! Let the countdown begin
As a site that many different creatives call home from photographers to game designers to culinary artists what will the 100 millionth deviation be?! Will it be another Flash game to inspire Nintendo's game department? A Simpsons re-creation to compel a hire from Matt Groening? Something to inspire Shia Lebouf's next tattoo? It could be anything!
Bookmark this page now and check back frequently to see what will take home the honor of being named deviantART's 100
Same Sex Marriage is GAY. by jennifishie, literature
Literature
Same Sex Marriage is GAY.
Same Sex Marriage.
Objective: You will be engaged in an in-depth study of same sex marriages. This project will involve research and the result will be an argument presented in the form of a debate.
Viewpoint: AGAINST.
Arguments:
1. Homosexuality is not natural.
Much like eyeglasses, cesarean sections, birth control and painkillers are not natural.
2. The purpose of marriage is to procreate.
Therefore, sterile males, women that cannot bear children, the elderly, infirm, and infertile CANNOT be married.
3. Living with gay parents will adversely imp
Feature: January 16, 2015 by PowerfulWriting, journal
Feature: January 16, 2015
Feature|Prose
Every month, we find find some examples of really great work and improvement within the PowerfulWriting gallery. Here are some such pieces out of our non-poetry folders.
burning iceRomantic Prose by winkie77 (https://www.deviantart.com/winkie77)
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All the words that she had spoke I had caught nonetheless and each and every one of them were now beautiful roses that lay, planted inside my own heart and they would continue to grow under my constant care.
This piece is powerful and sensual, and really shows how winkie77 is coming into her own as a writer. The imagery is at once soft and vivid, and the effect is beautiful.
Crimson Wicker: A Biog