Daily Lit Recognition for September 22nd, 2014
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Suggested by: saevuswinds
Featured by: Medoriko
The Guide of HeliogabalusHis hands—
they were ships
traveling up the crest of my thighs
breaking against my skin
oh, they were paper boats
sails that were like wings
of origami crane
don’t you love it when I talk like this?
throw me back against the pillows
thrust up my skirt,
I’ve got secrets
they fluff up their tails like peacocks
jewels for your eyes alone—
don’t they dazzle you?
and though there are some stains
you just can’t get out
would you want them to disappear?
you’ve got the eyes of Heliogabalus—
painted frescos of blue and gray
they tremble when you look at me
they drown themselves in the rose petals
pouring in from the ceiling
fires of pink, white
they smother us both
and don’t they smell like honey?
doesn’t their kiss make you blush?
“Sir, what are you?”
“what is this lightness
this feathered downpour that I feel?
why, you look at me
with the eyes of a monster
The Guide of Heliogabalus by TheMitmit
Suggester says: I found this to be quite
the interesting read. Thought it would be good
for it to get some more attention. The first stanza
is my favorite; the imagery is so vibrant.
Featured by: WorldWar-Tori
she talks through her wrinkles,
'i have no desire for food', she says.
i take her plate to the kitchen
noticing how the beetroot shavings bled into the skin of the chicken and brown rice.
it was blood, skin, and bone,
and the rice was a million starlike cells floating between.
this reminds me of my anatomy textbook:
we've been learning what's beneath our skin,
we learned that all cells divide. some cells often don't stop dividing.
other cells divide and stop when they should...
but not my grandmother's.
starlike, they explode, they shatter, they consume
i want to be mad at my grandmother's cells,
but what would that do?
i want to talk to my grandmother's cells,
i want to tell them they can be alive
and not kill her.
i have to catch the moon,
i have to visit hades and bargain with beautiful music,
i have to sell my voice for legs,
i have to sail the ocean blue in search of a good reason why cancer can't just be what it is.
this is not a fabled life
fabled life by jungle-slang
Fabled Life perfectly describes the
emotions and lack of understanding on
those who have had someone they
love touched with this illness
Suggested by: SilverInkblot
Featured by: TwilightPoetess
ShipsDo you know why its a bad idea for ships to travel side by side over the sea?
They sat side by side, husband and wife, not touching. She sat perched on the edge of the sofa, as though she was scared to come into contact with anything solid. He, on the other hand, lay so far back that he was almost flat, as though hoped that the cushions would swallow him. He was wrapped in a blanket (he was always cold these days) whereas she just looked cold. Not as if she was cold, but as if she radiated it, as though it was some sort of negative heat. Neither of them looked at each other. They both acted as though the TV was their entire world.
The motion of the waves acts on the outer edge of each of the two ships.
"Do you still love me?" she said suddenly. He didn't reply. This wasn't particularly surprising, as she had been dead for a year now. She sighed, and he wriggled deeper under his blanket.
But the really interesting part is that each of the ships acts as a natural shield
Ships by CatharticDistraction
From the suggester: There's so much
going on in this piece, so many layers to be uncovered.
The subtleties and undulation between the
two sections had me reading more than once.
Featured by doodlerTM
Bitter SeedsIt had all started when Jeremy failed his exams. He had never gotten top marks, but this was the first time he had actually done so badly. His mother was very angry. She had stormed into his room and opened all his cabinets a created the mess he was sitting on right now. His dad simply locked himself in his study and let her do as she wished.
Next she brought in some boxes and made him throw all his books and games that were unrelated to his studies. It was his own fault too. He had made the fatal mistake of telling them that he didn't want to be a lawyer. He wanted to help people. As a volunteer, if he could. Or maybe study nursing?
It had gone very badly, with his parents deciding for him that he was distracted and clearly wasn't thinking intelligibly. His mother had taken it upon herself to clear his life of this distraction and set him back on the ideal future they had planned out for him. Everything they were doing now was all for Jeremy's sake. He would know that when he was olde
Bitter Seeds by adventwinter
A young man comes to a sinister
realization when he is prevented
from following his dreams.
Featured by Malintra-Shadowmoon
Wiedergeburt des Gluecks by Luna42
Romantic free verse poetry about
someone lonely who has found
the love of the eternal life.
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