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November 8, 2015
In Wings of Hope by betwixtthepages, "the author expresses in beautifully-crafted verse how hope can be found in nature, if only we look for it."
Featured by LiliWrites
Suggested by hopeburnsblue
Literature Text
intuition bird, sing bright the dawn
as blooming secrets
fall soft on mosaic stones;
our gentle vines creep wild as wind,
a wandering metamorphosis:
winter caterpillar, spring cocoon,
summer wings twinged and falling into flowers
before reinventing destiny
harmony garden, keep parched and persevering;
this world will stop one day
to water the seeds
with why, and was, and maybe someday could be--
for now, nature watches quiet
as sun-dust butterflies
collect drifting souls like wishing stars
as blooming secrets
fall soft on mosaic stones;
our gentle vines creep wild as wind,
a wandering metamorphosis:
winter caterpillar, spring cocoon,
summer wings twinged and falling into flowers
before reinventing destiny
harmony garden, keep parched and persevering;
this world will stop one day
to water the seeds
with why, and was, and maybe someday could be--
for now, nature watches quiet
as sun-dust butterflies
collect drifting souls like wishing stars
Literature
lunacy.
what the moon teaches us is
no one exists as a constant.
some days you will orbit elsewhere.
the angles of light that
make up the shadows of you
will keep moving.
it is the same with the ocean
and how it does not meet
the shore the same each time:
some days it will come crashing,
eroding: or it comes back to kiss
its edges over and over
there are some days i am more
of a tsunami. there will be days
you will be eclipsed.
and i don't mind this. the moon is
up in the sky but the ocean still feels
the weight of its pull, always.
i want to drown in the
push and pull of your gravity
in all the ways that's possible.
i could get used to the
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Literature
Light
Light pooled in the floes of her flesh
the warm tone of polluted amber
it ran down the window,
the stream broken in places by silhouettes
and other such distractions
it spilled, soundless
and flooded silken sheets
setting adrift the skin and breath and whispers of her
Machiavellian schemes
to steal away into the polluted dark
her sighs overflowed, sonorous
pouring into the amber and black
the constellations dotted along her
disrupted in places by the shadows of trees
and other such poetry
Literature
here are my words
i used to dream whole cityscapes and skylines,
ocean cities and coves washed over with waves,
terrifying, brilliant, unable to touch me.
i used to be able to talk to trees,
to speak in palms and eyes-closed silences
and the sure roughness of bark under my fingernails.
i used to be able to sing
and believe that believing made me better,
believe that joy sounds bright and crescendos.
i used to be someone who tripped on her words,
spilled out in sloppy sentences and sentiments,
used to be someone who could 'sit at a typewriter and bleed'
and in bleeding turn the hurt beautiful.
i used to close my eyes and fall into feeling,
trace the right word
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This is an entry for the
As promised, here is her companion art piece!
Thank you so much to DeeryDeerth for working with me; I had a TON of fun, and I'm so happy with how both pieces compliment each other.
August 2015
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***EDIT November 2015****
HUGE thank yous to hopeburnsblue and LiliWrites for the DD! You ladies rock my (admittedly small) world!
Contest - Submission Time - Only 1 Day Left!!Feelings Contest over at Understood-Accepted. My submission partner is DeeryDeerth, who is painting the art companion to this written piece. We were striving for a "hopeful" feeling/tone.
Our "Creed"
Hello, you've reached a quiet place, a place where you can bare your heart or simply share your soul. We are all like you - problems and pain haunt and hurt us as they do you. We don't all have the same things that consume us, but still we understand your ghosts and the trouble you face daily hurt you deeply, as ours do to us. We know pain. We try help you face it. If you remember one thing about this place, remember this: No matter what you are living or have lived through, you are accepted.
YOU. ARE. ACCEPTED
Note to all entrants - only one day left to submit! (I have extended it by two days) I hope you are chatting with your partner and tinkering away at your craft!
Welcome to Understood-Accepted's
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As promised, here is her companion art piece!
Thank you so much to DeeryDeerth for working with me; I had a TON of fun, and I'm so happy with how both pieces compliment each other.
August 2015
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***EDIT November 2015****
HUGE thank yous to hopeburnsblue and LiliWrites for the DD! You ladies rock my (admittedly small) world!
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Lovely!
Congrats on the DD
Congrats on the DD