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Do you enjoy reading or writing superb poetry and prose? This group is for showcasing excellent works, and improving our writing skills. Submitted pieces are moderated, and we are looking for a few more admins to help fulfill this task!

RULES:
:star: Members may submit 1 piece per folder per day, subject to vote.
:star: Members may recommend 1 piece to the favorites gallery per day — please don't recommend your own work!
:star: Members of affiliates may submit 1 piece per folder per week, subject to vote — to encourage membership.
:star: Affiliate requests are subject to vote — give us a reason to say yes!
:star: Submissions: No bigotry or deliberately offensive material. Mature is fine, with tags. Controversial is fine.
:star: Etiquette: Play nicely. We're here to support each other. :heart:

Lovely to meet you,

:heart: Roc, Copper, & Bunny
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Aug 10, 2014

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Literature
artists and love and some form of forever
i. don’t let an artist fall in love
with you if you can’t bear the shape
of your own mouth or the lines and
curves of your body or if you cant
stand to have foggy moments translated into
some short lasting form of sense
they will take all the beautiful
(and broken) pieces of you and
make you into something only they
can understand
ii. don’t fall in love with an artist
unless you’re a blank canvas because
they will paint upon the dark spots and
write in the empty spaces of you even without
meaning to because their hands are dirty
with paint smears and ink blots and wishful
thinking
but they will not
posses you so much as you
will come to posses them
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Literature
*Heartache*
Midnight graveyard, hush
White magnolia blossom
Crimson heartache sky
Petals of sadness
Midnight misery unfolds
Melancholia.
Delice1941
12.10.14
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Literature
Dreamfeather
We are such stuff as dreams are made of.
A feather, floating across a crowded room,
Giving a chance to just...
...rest a little.
Dreams of me, dreams of you,
Together in a rainstorm, you told me you missed me
My cheeks grew hot as you reached up to my face...
Shame I was only sleeping.
Sweet dreams are made from candlelight,
A flicker, swift touch, nothing to remember.
"Why can't I dream?" She asked, as if I could hear her.
Touched by her words I whispered;
Because dreams are mere illusions,
Shattered by reality.
I'm not sleeping, now.
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Literature
bipolar.
after they diagnosed my father,
my mother told me,
if she had known,
she would have never had children.
it scares me to think that,
eventually,
one day i could hear a small voice saying,
“mommy, i don’t feel right.”
--
“you don’t look sick,”
they say, noticing that i’m not dragging around
an i.v. stand.
noticing that my sweatshirt is black
and not a white hospital gown
swinging around marbled, knocking knees.
“but i’m still unwell,” i say
in a voice that doesn’t shake
and they just look disappointed,
like i don’t fit.
like i’m the skewed painting
on the fucked-up-person wall.
--
“but,” they say, “don’t bipolar people
usually kill themselves?”
“but i tried,” i say
with my wrists unmarked
and they just shake their heads
almost as if to say
not hard enough.
--
“poor girl,” they say, looking right at me,
sitting next to my dad as he laughs too loud.
the
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Mature content
Intro To Faith :iconchromeantennae:chromeantennae 41 89
Literature
Will
You may think
your soul
slashed;
I assure you,
it is but bruised.
Your rose petals
will bleach red
back to pink;
your veins
will sing red
back to blue.
Your heart
pumps rust
and iron.
That must be
why your will
is so strong.
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Literature
Glacial Affairs
Spring
She rusts the world green,
garlanding her hair
with flowers and sunrise.
At first, they clink
waxy tulip cups and gossip
over the corn tassels' latest
monarch fashions. They pallet hay
into sleepover mattresses and braid rain
through each other's plaited
cattails. But though her palms
toast eggs from hens, her
dream-clear eyes flint ice, and the
green reflecting from manicured lawns
will never match her envy. She
scorches her enemy from memory.
Summer
She strokes sun-kissed knuckles
across reddened scalps, skirt
rustling with fairy fire.
She casts a flippant glance
over her shoulder, ignoring
for as long as she can the
lady in red turning trees
to skeletons and grass
to gravestones. They
meet eyes at last - vibrant blue
to dull brown - as
the sky bows gracefully
from glass to ice.
Fall
She stores her elegance
in pumpkin stems, and she
crunches apples with rotting teeth.
Cloaked in a gown
of red and gold,
she beckons him with
a brittle finger. Ice
stains the
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Literature
Naked
I want you to look at me naked
No, I don’t mean in the comfort
of your bedroom twisted amongst silk sheets
as I lay beneath your looming figure
waiting,
I mean look at me
in my flesh
in my barest form
parading my flaws
as if they are my trophies.
I want you to look at
this 5’5 frame of fragile bone
and pleasantly plump baggage
and see not the way
my hips curve underneath tightly
stretched skin or
the way my thighs touch in jeans that
hide my full waist,
instead I want you to
notice the way
my dimples curve like half full moons or
the way I bob my head to the
beat of my favorite song.  
I want you to notice
the way my shoulders are
always hunched over as if
my body is always asking a question
and the way my eyes dart skittishly
over the cracks in the pavement
because I'd rather notice
the weeds beneath my feet
than the perfect
36-24-36
that passed me by.  
I want you to look at
my petite hands and the chipped polish
that covers my nails and watch as they run
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Literature
The Night Empathizes
These sombre sentinels
Light my way home
Through these livid post-midnight streets
Reminiscing a forfeit eve
The night serenades
For I alone
Beholder of twilight
Solitude resounds
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Literature
Dark With Certainty
i'm under such
heavy water
that nothing above
can pull me out
the failed, severed
arms of evolution
feed the crabs
and lampreys below
i am the spirit
of dark water
my fins cut it
like wings
i offer only
this one-way portal
an infinity's rows
of everything-teeth
so, as the earth slowly
shakes you out
of your trees, holes
and stick piles
as dry land tilts
and heaves you in
our dark, sleepless salts
absorb you
warm blood billows
a cloudy exhaust
trailing down
into the deep
from the jaws and gills
of an alien machine
it dyes this ocean
dark with certainty
i am night's eyes, calculating
two black stars
circling your world,
your land
and the boat
that your foot hangs from
lazily venturing
a small wake
into my world
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Literature
Waning Gibbous
Misty-mouthed,
staring at a pearl on velvet,
softly cradled over
the burnt-sienna maples,
the moon lies tilted sideways
unaware of the girl
the dog
contemplating craters and whether or not
they look like a woman's face
or a child idly dancing
on ground that remembers all footprints.
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Literature
Not Welcome
The living be not welcome here
The place we specters do hold dear
In fragile dreams of days long past
Among splintered wood and shattered glass
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Literature
And when the author lets them die
I sit alone, crying
over the death of someone -
someone, that, technically,
never existed unless you count
books and movies and hearts
and really, isn't that real enough?
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Literature
this anger eats me up and spits me out
and I become the nightmare
                   you won't get a chance to dream about

seething, burning, boiling
there's pain in unbecoming
skin unravels and I become a wolf
     there's a story
     of wolves and girls
     both have sharp teeth
so go ahead, give me a reason
to hunt you down,
growling like thunder
and you can't stop,
        you can't breathe,
                  I'm right behind you.
                                 Run.
               
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Literature
3.2 - Dead Friend
I fell asleep with both eyes open
under a cloth of slothful calm
after I stripped out of my own skin.
    I sought asylum with salmon in slalom
of grizzlies' grip. I am a volcanic
yawn short of insomnal salaam.
When I preyed on neighborly original sin
in networked whorls of grey neural lobes,
I fell asleep with both eyes open
    to dreams mirrored on spinal columns
and woke to the chorus of a ringtone hymn.
Fighting silence with salmon in slalom,
I cradled the phone like a totem,
hid it like a corpse under a cushion
serially stripped of its own skin.
    The phone call was from a mom
infantizing a son; to countertop it
I yawn short of insomnal salaam.
But I am pretty, pretty angry, angry broken,
broken awake from a phone contact harem
before I fall asleep with both eyes open
    because masturbation is a bastion swollen
when I make-believe I'm made of rainbow
then I sought asylum with salmon in slalom
from an inbound text message and won't
not a
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Literature
The Female Suicide
Twenty years of nursing
emergency room wounds
and my grandmother
puts down her fork, rubs
her brow and tells me
the female suicide
is a more methodical,
calculating beast.
A woman will close
the curtains, cleanse
their apartment of clutter
for the first time in months
and proceed to overdose
in the comfort of their
own hospitality.
A woman will do this
because she is aware
someone will have to
discover her like this.
Someone will have to
bury her like this.
My grandmother says this
because when my uncle speaks
paramedic about the male
he pronounced dead from
a house’s television antenna
he never mentions a burial.
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Hello, wordsmiths and bibliovores! :wave:

copper9lives here with some news from our great community...

The Annual Daily Deviation Suggestion Drive!


:pencil: It's happening this month, and there are FABULOUS PRIZES!
:pencil: Stand up and be counted — suggest MOAR LITERATURE!
:pencil: Go to DDSuggestionDrive to read all about how it works!

My-Soul-Bleeds-Ink's Spread The Love Contest!


:heart: It's on, but it's ending TOMORROW, Sunday, February 7th!
:heart: Go HERE to read about how to enter!


Copper's Community Contest!


:community: I am hosting a contest this month, celebrating COMMUNITY!
:community: I will accept ALL ART MEDIA. This includes literature, folks!
:community: Submit in a :note: by 11:59PM EST, February 29th.
:community: Enter as many times as you wish!
:community: First prize: a custom, handcrafted jewelry set worth $75!
:community: Second prize: a $15 Amazon.com gift certificate!

Copper's Community Contest!Copper's Community Contest
:bulletgreen:Create art celebrating the concept of community, however you define it, and whatever it means to you personally.
:bulletgreen:This contest will run until Monday, February 29th (that's right; it's leap year, folks) at 11:59PM EST.
:bulletgreen:Enter as many times as you wish, solo, or as part of a collaboration.
:bulletgreen:The winner will be announced by the Ides of March (March 15th).
:bulletgreen:The prize is a custom-made handcrafted jewelry set from me, design to be chosen by the winner, worth $75. Please see my gallery at OohShinyJewelry.
:bulletgreen:Second prize is a $15 Amazon.com card, generously donated by LiliWrites.
:bulletgreen:Other submissions that I find are of especial merit (i.e., I had a hard time deciding) will be awarded a digital package consisting of an Icon Avatar, ID Image, and Literature Author Tag. This prize will be to the specifications of the winner, and can be gifted to another dev


ProjectDFC's February Forms Fiesta Challenge!


Writing emoticon Feel like really pushing your boundaries as a poet, while exploring new poetic fixed forms? Go HERE!

Prose-ject's Flash Lit February Challenge!


Death Note Emoticon ver.2 What ProjectDFC does for poetry, THIS is designed to do for flash-lit!

Crowns-of-Sonnets' February Sonnet Challenge!


Crown Emoji This is a CRAZY challenge for those of you up to it...

Changes in the Literature Community Volunteer Group!


:community: Our beloved HugQueen has stepped down, hung up her heart, and likely heaved a sigh of relief; go send her thanks!
:community: kiwi-damnation, after years of coming up with truly devious challenges, has applied for the position of CV! :squee:

Some Prompts for February!


:rose: I never DID get around to writing prompts for January… I was busy trying to save the world from a troll!:shaketroll: 
:rose: For February, let's have some one-word prompts, and a few quotes… submit your entries to the "Theme of the Month" folder!
:rose: Please mention the prompt in your comments.
:rose: I'll feature all of it at the beginning of next month!

One-Word Prompts


1. Scintilla: A spark, or very small thing.
2. Evanescent: Vanishing quickly, ephemeral.
3. Mellifluous: Sweet-sounding.
4. Amaranth: An imaginary flower that never fades.
5. Apricity: The warmth of the sun in winter.
6. Bumbledom: Official pomposity and stupidity.
7. Grandiloquence: A lofty, extravagantly colorful, pompous, or bombastic style, especially in language.
8. Inglenook: A cozy nook by the hearth.
9. Psithurism: The sound of the wind, rustling through the trees.
10. Pyrrhic: Success, with heavy losses.

Quote Prompts


Candle  “Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.” 
― Jodi Picoult, Second Glance

Candle “What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.” 
― Kurt Vonnegut, Palm Sunday: An Autobiographical Collage

Candle “No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were: any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bells tolls; it tolls for thee.” 
― John Donne, No man is an island 

Candle “The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers & cities; but to know someone who thinks & feels with us, & who, though distant, is close to us in spirit, this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.” 
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Candle “I know there is strength in the differences between us. I know there is comfort, where we overlap.” 
― Ani DiFranco

Candle “If man is to survive, he will have learned to take a delight in the essential differences between men and between cultures. He will learn that differences in ideas and attitudes are a delight, part of life's exciting variety, not something to fear.” 
― Gene Roddenberry

Candle “One of the marvelous things about community is that it enables us to welcome and help people in a way we couldn't as individuals. When we pool our strength and share the work and responsibility, we can welcome many people, even those in deep distress, and perhaps help them find self-confidence and inner healing.”
― Jean Vanier, Community And Growth

Heart-2gif  “I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.” 
― Lisa Kleypas, Blue-Eyed Devil

Heart-2gif “I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than I care to count with the highest potential of a man, rather than with the man himself, and I have hung on to the relationship for a long time (sometimes far too long) waiting for the man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance I have been a victim of my own optimism.” 
― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love 

Heart-2gif “The very essence of romance is uncertainty.” 
― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest and Other Plays

Heart-2gif “When love is not madness it is not love.” 
― Pedro Calderón de la Barca

Heart-2gif “Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.” 
― Charles Dickens

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Alright, you creative fiends! Have at it!

Love,
:heart: Copper


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Ahborson Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Howdy I'm looking for a poetry group that's active and functional is anyone alive and posting these days?
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StarryFire89 Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2017  Student Writer
You can definitely ask around. We do have some affiliates that are poetry based groups.

I'm active on some days for our group, since I have not heard anything from copper9lives over the past month or so... Let me know if I can be of any assistance to you!

~Starry 
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Ahborson Featured By Owner Feb 28, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks I'm really just looking for an active community to join and participate
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StarryFire89 Featured By Owner Dec 10, 2016  Student Writer
Hey all!

I am back temporarily through for the weekend before finals week at my new college. 

For those who don't know me, this happens to be my new dA account, but still the same Crazy0ne. The old account that I had got lost in the dark abyss, thus I can't recover it. If you want to get to know me better, send me a message through here or as a note, and I'll try to respond asap.

Thanks!
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checkyeschloe Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
when are you doing prompts for December? 
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copper9lives Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2016  Professional General Artist
I'm so sorry… I needed to focus on my jewelry business to stay afloat during December! I'm back, and doing my best to clear out my inbox, so I can write some more prompts!

Do you have any prompts you'd like to suggest? :hug:
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Crazy0n389 Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2015  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you for adding me as a contributor, copper9lives ! :) I look forward to working with you alongside the fellow admins here!
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copper9lives Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2016  Professional General Artist
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copper9lives Featured By Owner Jan 9, 2016  Professional General Artist
Honey, you're a GREAT addition to the team! :hug:
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ShadowWorldRed Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2015
Hi! Welcome to the team! :handshake:
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