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Literature

The Song of the Crow

Prelude - The Forgetting Out here, far away from our origins, where the stars beat their drums of light across the clear blackness, here in the outer regions of things, where the world pushes into new found spaces, leaving behind unexplained traces of wonder, out here matter vibrates and thickens. Here, the taught web of magic stretches and the miracle of Being becomes thin, so thin it’s almost invisible to us. Almost. Out here, we forget ourselves. Inside the noise of the world, we forget that we stood together in different forms at the endless beginning. We lose track of the tiny changes that eons and ages have brought, the minute a

Favorite Favorites

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Kokichi Ouma

Favorite Characters

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Literature

Day 17: How To Bury Your Mother

Start with the feet; push down handfuls of earth over stubbed toes and childhood injuries-- (remember the time she pulled your hair, called you a bitch and said your father could never have wanted you). Press the soil around her calves and into her knees; let it rest there as a symbol of the years you parted-- (remember calling her and asking if she would visit; the way her voice echoed yours but she never came). Cup handfuls of dirt and splatter them, her waist disappearing under the weight of gravity, just like her abandonment-- (remember wondering if there'd ever be another place called home; the space of her now inside you). Let the

Accepted DD's

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Narcissist

Suggested DDs

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Literature

The Second Wake I Wait For You

I may have to hit you in the head with a shovel and I don't want to. The man on the news said the dead are rising from their graves, said this is the end of the world, said oh god they're at the door they're at the door and then he screamed and the screen went red and the channel went to static, to snow, to fuzz so he's probably right. I turned off the television and then I drove out to the cemetery at the edge of town and sat down with a lantern and the old shovel we used to keep in the shed. The sharp grin of the moon is coming up and I keep hearing things rustling in the dark. I'll sit down to wait for you. Don't

Poetry

160 deviations
Literature

No one who enters the desert leaves.

It's cold and it's early. The sky is bright and pale and clear, and under your feet the sand shifts like the sea shifts, an unending wave of silt sliding over silt. Dust rises up from where you set your feet and nowhere else because there is nothing else moving here. Behind you, there is a highway that you can only sense because the air is so empty. At night, you saw how it glowed faintly orange against the tyrian darkness of the dunes and the tyrannical spill of the Milky Way. Without its lights, in the breathless morning before the day begins to burn and the miragy waters settle into the arms of the drifting earth, it is too far away to see

Prose

123 deviations
Literature

i'm sorry for only writing sad things,

but saturday night i wanted to offend god into listening to just one line- needed to drag someone into hearing the roar between my ears with me. i'd like to write something you can put music to- lyrical and pretty. funny. maybe irreverent. but today what is most real to me is not laughter. it is feeling short of breath. empty of poetic language. unfunny. too long for a limerick. unsuited to sonnets. musical only in the slamming of my heart.  an erratic beat at best. endings. comparing crises of the mind to someone throwing up in the bathroom after too much beer pong and hard rock- both are shameful to repeat in therapy and i feel like i c

Suggested DLD's and DLR's

506 deviations
Literature

Cinnamon

Cinnamon, Sprinkled upon domestic comforts and pumpkin pie, Enchants us like the crisp leaves that begin to litter sidewalks And the leather seats of school buses, Trusty steeds that carry the chatter of children away on adventures, A cacophony also associated with the costumed pursuit of sweets, A happy roar only quieted by the humming of a mother on a rainy eve Minding an oven that fills the home with rich and savoury scents. She fills you with comfort until it pleasantly pains your abdomen and heart, A pain cured by the loving liquid embrace of coffees and teas. Warm and sweet, like the blanket that has been sitting on a shelf, Waiting for

Color Poems

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Untitled is just a synonym for lazy

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Visual and Found Poetry

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postcard set 'autumn memories'

Landscapes Nature and Animals

729 deviations
...dresden III...

Architecture

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Colors of the Fading Year

Skies

88 deviations
Stroke of Midnight - Cinderella

Kingdom Hearts

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Azula sketch

Avatar

72 deviations
Varian Nouveau

Disney

273 deviations
Ouma Kokichi

Anime

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Bnha - Overhearing comic

Comics

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nightwatch, Terry Pratchett

Discworld

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Happy Mother's Day

The Lorax

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Shiny Steampunk Tribal earrings in golden tone

Steampunk

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When Hinata-kun isn't around....

Games

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DIY Phone Case Tutorial

Tutorials

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Leaf necklace

Craft

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[10] Code Snippet - Tooltip

Skins and Stamps

60 deviations
[C] Luthien Tinuviel

Tolkien

20 deviations
Pobbello

Fractals and Micro

53 deviations

DA's Chronicle - April 2017

At the middle of each month, we will honour one journalist, that has been suggested by fellow deviants, to be highlighted in DA's Chronicle. Born out of the idea to give journal features a DD and to award journalists who created their journals themselves with their own ideas, texts, art, this monthly journal will focus on this special kind of artists: DA's Chronicle Appreciating Journalists `SilverInkblot (https://www.deviantart.com/silverinkblot)SilverInkblot (https://www.deviantart.com/silverinkblot) "SilverInkblot (https://www.deviantart.com/silverinkblot) regularly updates her readers with news about her life and her surroundings, accompanied with photographies. Readers can take courage in the wonderful things SilverInkblot (https://www.deviantart.com/silverinkblot) do. We all can cherish photo

Journals

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Daily Lit. Deviations for September 30th, 2013

Guidelines | How to Suggest a DLD | Group Administrators | Affiliation | Chatroom | Current Staff Openings Daily Lit Deviations for September 30th, 2013 We are proud to feature today's Daily Literature Deviations! You can show your support by :+favlove:ing this News Article. Please comment and :+fav: the features and congratulate the artists! :pointr: For all of the featured artists: If you receive a DD for one of your pieces featured by DLD please note spoems (https://www.deviantart.com/spoems). We will include you and your piece in a special recognition news article. :pointl: Poetry Featured by: hypermagical (https://www.deviantart.com/hypermagical) With Rain on our Tongues by :devsurrealcac

Video

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Daily Lit Recognition for November 27th, 2014

Daily Lit Recognition for November 27th, 2014 We are proud to feature today's Daily Literature Recognition! You can show your support by :+favlove:ing this News Article.   Please comment and :+fav: the features and congratulate the artists! Poetry Suggested by: MagicalJoey (https://www.deviantart.com/magicaljoey) Featured by: betwixtthepages (https://www.deviantart.com/betwixtthepages) :thumb458707283: Chaos by gonegal (https://www.deviantart.com/gonegal) This beautiful piece by gonegal (https://www.deviantart.com/gonegal) brings chaos to life for readers. Featured by: NemoX7 (https://www.deviantart.com/nemox7) :thumb488990397: Between My Hans, I have... by Mez3rika (https://www.deviantart.com/mez3rika) A beautifully composed poem, evoking simple word choice to effectively portray longing. Fluid, provocative and sincere. Prose Suggested by: s (https://www.deviantart.com/s)

DLD Journals

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Literature

Transparent

Transparent hues fade from the eyes of humans, clear tinged reds and blues falling to the wayside— reminiscent of summer nights when the purple glow of  a setting sun washed over the viridian trees that dominated long, contemplative strolls; ears awash with nature's rhythms—chirping crickets a subtle cadence joining the whisper of emerald leaves and sloth of crunching footsteps, the night's faithful song lost within the murmuring voices of shared love and hammering yells of children at the crest of becoming teenagers, lost within the delicious swirls of vanilla twilights and chocolate dreams—sweet tastes of hon

COLOR POEM CONTEST SUBMISSIONS

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A Distant Shore

Titles

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Literature

Untitled

I've been away for a long time. I've deliberately avoided this site, My portfolio a time capsule, The tomb of my childhood. I've spent some time recently Reading over my old poetry, And a thousand questions have been chasing me since, But one in particular haunts me, Echoing over and over in my mind; When did I die?

TBF

11 deviations
Literature

Winter

The snow never settles here. It only trespasses, hoping it will not be left behind - some place children no longer play or sleep, stuffed in bunting and quilts made crazy by the wind. The children dream in tongues unremembered - in the cold roots of ancestors, settling their weight into rooves and eaves. And their tears settle on lashes, grey from soot , dreams scurrying to awaken before dawn.

TBS

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Daily Lit Recognition for July 14, 2015

Daily Lit Recognition for July 14th, 2015 We are proud to feature today's Daily Literature Recognition! You can show your support by :+favlove:ing this News Article. Please comment and :+fav: the features and congratulate the artists! Poetry Featured by: @TwighlightPoetess :thumb444735889: Daydream Dandelion by Certified-Daydreamer (https://www.deviantart.com/certified-daydreamer) Dandelion seeds, in some cultures, are supposed to bring good luck; it is only fitting, then, that this poem by Certified-Daydreamer meshes dandelions with wishes and daydreams. Featured by chromeantennae (https://www.deviantart.com/chromeantennae) :thumb519889239: i. help me fly by DynamiteHearts (https://www.deviantart.com/dynamitehearts) This is an emotive piece that really grabs you

DLR Journals

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x marks the spot

Diptych and Triptych

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Mangroves

diversions

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logo coffee

Food

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Literature

Bitlets 478

There are no old firsthand bookstores, but there is always an ancient artifact of a brick building, scented with nostalgia and soft light and softer hearts that is settled snugly into a decaying strip mall; there’s always another old secondhand bookstore.

vellichor

18 deviations
Literature

ash

the first time i looked into your eyes was one year after meeting you. my toes barely dipped into the pond of blue before i realized there wasn't much to swim to. i fooled myself long ago into thinking that if i was ever brave enough, i could plunge into your endless depths and bathe in purity. soak up your little-boy grins and weave laughter with you, creating the most infinite soundtrack. but when our irises finally connected, i felt the make-believe ropes i had looped through your fingers snap like convictions too heavy to maintain. it was the first time in a while that i had a name for the reason i was broken. i shook in a rhythm

Opia

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Lost Butterflies

gnossienne

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Literature

(galaxies and clocks and you.)

blame the solar flares for the color in my cheeks, for the green-blue-purple that stains these fingertips and kidneys, call this qualified, a certificate of authenticity; we became ashes in the six-letter sectors that crystallized our capillaries it's still far away, like dust inside the galaxy, the second-hand air inside your lungs - this is all a distance, a certain kind of infinity we only cross without intention, the silence of the water in our ears, a hundred times you stopped me, once, and I could swear you felt a little like a static charge, cracking with the peeling taste of copper that confirmed for us ( our emptiness ), the respo

Space

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Literature

river.flow

we talk in rivers. I have noticed them flow in the midst of our conversations – mine the thames, serpentine slipping as a whisper through the low meadows, quiet and hissing. yours the five rivers of the punjab, vying like brothers in a tumult of froth and noise, wrestling their way through mangrove roots and mazes. the rivers raised us, taught us their ways. somewhere two oceans meet in a place where there is no wind, the doldrums silent and still as two currents cancel out in a moment of collision. as the thames flows into the punjab and halts, so too do we stand together, silent, over-brimming with restrained tidal

SIL

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Critmas To-Do

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Literature

Awakeness

David liked driving forklifts. He was the best forklift driver Constructech had. He never missed a pallet, and things always got where they needed to go in one piece. Working on the new SuperEnergy plant had been a particular treat for him. So many important and delicate pieces of equipment needed to be brought in, and David took care of them all. Not one load was dropped, misplaced, or forgotten. It was this fact, above all else, that had allowed David to keep his job after the new Awakeness tests came out. IQ was a thing of the past. Awakeness tested for a person’s awareness of themselves, and their surroundings. Construction compani

2015

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Ravello

Unsorted

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Literature

Funny

how the veterinarian still has my name and number on file. Funny that I should decide to check my stacked-up voicemails today, a task to feel productive, a brief reprieve from the low-hanging threat of my mother’s suicide. Funny how the office assistant on the other end had no way of knowing she’d tacked on one more blow to my coattails. Funny that one of our cats that we loved since we first saw their wiry, unsure bodies when they were eight-weeks old should be ill in some way, some way I don’t and won’t know about because you’ve cleared me out of your little life in Dallas entirely.   Funny how everyon

D3

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Literature

roadsigns.

i. i have searched maps, road signs, songs, hearts. i have opened my eyes and my hands to the rain, fairytales singing in my ears. i have closed my eyes and let my nightmares and demons find me, i have screamed on the insides, heart barely beating. i have dreamed of my own destruction, whispered into the silence, prayed for the answer - ii. could i ask you for one last favor? when you're sad, remember the way i would hug you. when you're laughing, remember that my laughter doesn't sound the same without yours. when you're lonely, remember that i tried to fill your empty spaces. remember that i'd fall for you if it saved you

Calm

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Literature

your heart is a drum and it beats too loud

biology class and i am learning— cells of one's heart cannot divide; they cannot replicate nor duplicate; damage to the tissue is permanent. (does this mean the cracks making their way across my heart will not heal?) this explains why i have spent the last ten months aching for you when i should have spent time being a real, breathing human. (once i stared at the tip of an onion through the lens of a microscope and saw tiny cells frozen and dead   and wondered if that was what i was going to end up like.) i blink at my worksheet: the first thing i see are the words 'consequences of injuries to the heart' it's hard to believe. i c

Critmas 2015

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