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9.15waning light falls from the crescent moon
hanging jagged, like your fingernails in the sky.
reach down and pinch me from the earth,
pick me up softly
into space so i can sail on the sun,
bellow in a bottomless black hole,
jump to jupiter
and dance in the great red spot.
in sixty-seven natural satellites
i lose your sight
but i am too shaky to shout
to your frail fingers;
and I doubt that the hangnails on your hands
could lift my heavy heart.
a thing a thing a thingStale summer air rushed past my head as I swung downward towards the ground, only to be yanked into an upward arc right before meeting a face full of wood chips. The swing-set whined, burdened with the combined weight of me and my three friends. A fourth friend leaned against the rusting frame of the set. Acrid, mentholated smoke wafted from a cigarette dangling in his lips. As I swung higher into the humid night I watched him inhale deeply. He was pensively staring past us and into the woods.
My attention was transferred to my friend Atty when she leaped off her swing at its peak height. She seemed to soar for a split-second before gravity got the best of her; her knees digging into the wood chips as she skidded across the ground, carving crooked lines into the earth. We all stopped, worried for her until her uproarious laughter began. She stood and, in the yellow light of a street lamp, I could see the chips embedded in her legs. The boisterous laughter was infectious and though I co
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More