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On The Threshold of Creation
On The Threshold of Creation
Daughter of Hecate,
I was born upon the threshold
of one year and the next:
a tiny earthen creature,
awash in a sea of stars.
Too late did I remember
Capricorn is the goat with
the tail of a fish,
and perhaps my legs were never meant
to tread upon the earth.
I've heard tell
that Saturn is the harshest master,
and will never be satisfied
by words alone.
In the beginning I was sure-footed
as the goat who glitters in stars above me,
ideas sprung full-grown from my head,
as Athena born from Zeus
Too late do I recall
that prophecy foretold,
Zeus' own creation
would surpass even him.
I'm still trying to puzzle out
whether my own creation
will
Cosmic Symphony
Cosmic Symphony
The notes build up deep within you
burning at your core
snaking through your veins until your skin hums red-hot with fire.
They say the sun is hottest
when you are just barely out of reach.
It is there you shall ignite.
But if I managed
to slip past your blistering corona
past the halo of light that surrounds you -
and stroke your scorching surface
would I find the right
to burn with you?
And maybe
I could learn to play you
like the instrument you are.
Helios, god of the sun,
your surface shudders with sound,
melodious vibrations
unfit for such ears as mine.
Yet still I wonder what you would sound like
This Strange World That No Longer Contains You
This Strange World That No Longer Contains You
They say I'm like you. I hope they're right. They've been saying it for a long time.
My parents always wonder how they ended up with such a polite, demure, sweet, pure little thing. Though of course you and everyone else know what a hellion I can be. But I certainly didn't get any of those aforementioned positive qualities from them. I have you to thank for those.
You raised the entire family and handfuls of our friends. You are Grama to the entire town. But you're my Grama, (even if you're really my great-grandmother), and I was the lucky one out of all of us who seems to have taken after you.
They tell me I'm positive. I'm strong. I'm re
the forest breathes for you
the forest breathes for you
Inhale
poison,
exhale
life.
Sehnsucht - The Winter Fae
Sehnsucht - The Winter Fae
Katie stormed out the front door about a minute after arriving home. Her parents were at it again. The argument had progressed to the point where neither one was making any effort to keep their voices down. It didn't matter that Katie had SATs to study for. There was no chance of that with her parents screaming their heads off about - what was it this time? Katie listened.
Oh, God. The hairbrush. They're fighting about the hairbrush again.
That was enough for Katie to slip back out to the porch, pull on her rollerblades and go. She didn't want to be here if the cops showed up again.
Her friends liked to make fun of her for rollerbladin
Saltwater Veins
Saltwater Veins
We chased unfamiliar coastlines,
crossed a continent of earth,
abandoned Northwest shorelines
like broken shells upon the beach;
drove straight ahead, towards looming Atlantic,
laid down roots in an East Coast state
without a shoreline.
But I missed my rocky beaches,
crashing waves swirling sea-spray
against wind-reddened cheeks,
breathing life into salted lungs.
So we chased the Atlantic northward,
up the coast, snaking up Route One,
a wending wave of rocky coastline.
I leaned to touch the water,
and it flowed fast from my fingers -
'til I turned, and
the Atlantic chased me up the beach,
caught me fast in its swell,
froze me in place
It's Not About Fame
It's Not About Fame
These words within me,
singing just beneath my skin
are not just mine.
I'm going to unleash them
upon the world
and make them yours.
Carving Constellations
Carving Constellations
Doctors carve out constellations,
stitch star maps into my skin,
a web of scars, a path to take
to find myself again.
My scars are sewn of haunted stars,
constellations but half-drawn;
ghosts of star-fire whispering words
that fade out with the dawn.
They took my rib from me,
ground it up, reformed it,
turned it into Eve;
made a girl with my own name:
a girl they say is me.
My fragile face now hers,
our spirit splintered,
she stands for nothing
I once stood for.
Deep scars fade
before their meanings are deciphered;
yet more maps unfold
to take their place.
Every new cut, every new stitch
remakes me into myself.
To secure my spine, they c
The Promise
The Promise
You promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.
We climbed the tower stairs as the bell solemnly chimed.
"If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."
You took my hand, we kissed our last, and off the edge we stepped.
But you let go, so I alone, plunged into the night.
But you promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.
So I wait for you now, my love, for I know you must regret
Your eyes were flick'ring candles as you watched me die.
"If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."
You'll see me there again, some night, waiting by the tower steps.
You'll take my hand, I'll lead you up, up into the s
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On The Threshold of Creation
On The Threshold of Creation
Daughter of Hecate,
I was born upon the threshold
of one year and the next:
a tiny earthen creature,
awash in a sea of stars.
Too late did I remember
Capricorn is the goat with
the tail of a fish,
and perhaps my legs were never meant
to tread upon the earth.
I've heard tell
that Saturn is the harshest master,
and will never be satisfied
by words alone.
In the beginning I was sure-footed
as the goat who glitters in stars above me,
ideas sprung full-grown from my head,
as Athena born from Zeus
Too late do I recall
that prophecy foretold,
Zeus' own creation
would surpass even him.
I'm still trying to puzzle out
whether my own creation
will
Cosmic Symphony
Cosmic Symphony
The notes build up deep within you
burning at your core
snaking through your veins until your skin hums red-hot with fire.
They say the sun is hottest
when you are just barely out of reach.
It is there you shall ignite.
But if I managed
to slip past your blistering corona
past the halo of light that surrounds you -
and stroke your scorching surface
would I find the right
to burn with you?
And maybe
I could learn to play you
like the instrument you are.
Helios, god of the sun,
your surface shudders with sound,
melodious vibrations
unfit for such ears as mine.
Yet still I wonder what you would sound like
This Strange World That No Longer Contains You
This Strange World That No Longer Contains You
They say I'm like you. I hope they're right. They've been saying it for a long time.
My parents always wonder how they ended up with such a polite, demure, sweet, pure little thing. Though of course you and everyone else know what a hellion I can be. But I certainly didn't get any of those aforementioned positive qualities from them. I have you to thank for those.
You raised the entire family and handfuls of our friends. You are Grama to the entire town. But you're my Grama, (even if you're really my great-grandmother), and I was the lucky one out of all of us who seems to have taken after you.
They tell me I'm positive. I'm strong. I'm re
Sehnsucht - The Winter Fae
Sehnsucht - The Winter Fae
Katie stormed out the front door about a minute after arriving home. Her parents were at it again. The argument had progressed to the point where neither one was making any effort to keep their voices down. It didn't matter that Katie had SATs to study for. There was no chance of that with her parents screaming their heads off about - what was it this time? Katie listened.
Oh, God. The hairbrush. They're fighting about the hairbrush again.
That was enough for Katie to slip back out to the porch, pull on her rollerblades and go. She didn't want to be here if the cops showed up again.
Her friends liked to make fun of her for rollerbladin
Saltwater Veins
Saltwater Veins
We chased unfamiliar coastlines,
crossed a continent of earth,
abandoned Northwest shorelines
like broken shells upon the beach;
drove straight ahead, towards looming Atlantic,
laid down roots in an East Coast state
without a shoreline.
But I missed my rocky beaches,
crashing waves swirling sea-spray
against wind-reddened cheeks,
breathing life into salted lungs.
So we chased the Atlantic northward,
up the coast, snaking up Route One,
a wending wave of rocky coastline.
I leaned to touch the water,
and it flowed fast from my fingers -
'til I turned, and
the Atlantic chased me up the beach,
caught me fast in its swell,
froze me in place
It's Not About Fame
It's Not About Fame
These words within me,
singing just beneath my skin
are not just mine.
I'm going to unleash them
upon the world
and make them yours.
Carving Constellations
Carving Constellations
Doctors carve out constellations,
stitch star maps into my skin,
a web of scars, a path to take
to find myself again.
My scars are sewn of haunted stars,
constellations but half-drawn;
ghosts of star-fire whispering words
that fade out with the dawn.
They took my rib from me,
ground it up, reformed it,
turned it into Eve;
made a girl with my own name:
a girl they say is me.
My fragile face now hers,
our spirit splintered,
she stands for nothing
I once stood for.
Deep scars fade
before their meanings are deciphered;
yet more maps unfold
to take their place.
Every new cut, every new stitch
remakes me into myself.
To secure my spine, they c
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The Ladies of Lit: Volume XXII
The Ladies of Lit: Volume XXII
Welcome to volume twenty-two my Literature series, The Ladies of Lit!
The premise here is simple. Below you will find an assortment of Literature features from a selection of female deviants here on DeviantART, all of them suggested by you. In this article, you will also find a variety of other things of interest, including:
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dancing
on the fire escape
i climb closer
to heaven
with every step
to where the sky
bursts
into gradients
of vibrant colour
and no boundaries
will ever
chain me
down.
Purpose
Purpose
I don't know what caused
your eyes to droop
or the bottle of sleeping pills we had in the cabinet
to disappear.
Or do I know what caused the man who
killed his wife
to stab the one he swore
"I do" to.
But what I do know is the message
twisted and fitted into our brains,
that all things happen as they must,
snap and fit like zippers and buttons.
So maybe the bride,
had cheated on her beloved
or maybe she was crazy;
and he was just helping her out.
And maybe you were created
to grab my heart and break it
then mend it back together,
all to let yourself go in the end.
AMM
AMM
I thought about distance as you slept on my shoulder
Curled up, open mouthed, like a baby bird.
I thought of walls between minds
As I looked at your hand, scarred, blunt-nailed,
Fingertips accidentally dropped to my sleeve.
I want fiercely to protect you, unknown
Familiar child. I want to stop being afraid
And love the impulsivity
The scar on your lip
The small, compact body
Everything you’ve ever done
All of you.
deconstructing in your sighs
deconstructing in your sighs
i
it’s not like they said it would be easy.
when you look at me
open-mouthed and dewey-eyed,
negligent; and your laughter
slurs together like runoff sewage,
and your voice is drowning in
a certain kind of sadness, the one
reserved for the faults
we never asked for; and you sigh,
heavy, like I am back sitting in
your throat between your adam’s apple
and the truths you dare not speak;
you pity me.
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it’s that very same weakness which
delivered me naked and trembling
into the skin of a person
I never was; pity
does not require action, disappointment
does not take away from the burning human need
to overcome oneself. I&rsq
Beginning We End
Beginning We End
Him, in the very beginning:
He is eighteen when he gets his death sentence. Unlike most death sentences, this one isn't going to send him to the guillotine or maybe the noose. Instead, it's handed to him by a doctor with very clean hands in a stark white room probably very similar to the one he'll end up dying in. And it's not the type of death sentence carried out by an impassive executor. He's essentially going to kill himself. He is dying from the inside out.
He mumbles something at the doctor, and suddenly he is on the street, a white piece of paper fisted and crumped in his hands. He's grateful it has the prescription written on it in
Broken
Broken
It's broken. Like the vows We've sworn and pledged to each other, Our destinies are entwined together in a dance of mystery.
Its pieces fell. Like the leaves of a blossoming tree, Our spirits burned and bloomed with passion, painting everything around red.
Its masks shattered. Like our hearts, the sun was burning eternally upon our lives and it seemed that for Us no night ever existed.
It's shredded into dust. Like
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Tragic Beauty
I remember lying in my hospital bed at the physical rehabilitation facility, far too many years ago, staring at a picture of a little girl. Someone had brought it in for me, though I didn't remember who or why. In the picture she was wearing shorts, and leaning to feed bread to the ducks gathered around her. I stared at the little girl's legs and cried. She was beautiful.
"I broke you," I whispered to her. "I'm so sorry I broke you. I never meant to. Please, forgive me." And she did, of course. But I'm not sure if that made it better or worse.
There was a poet staying in the room next to me. He was a brain trauma patient, unlike me. For so
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The Ballad of Serenity
The Ballad of Serenity
A nightingale in a birch nearby,
sang a song that made her cry.
"Another note and I shall die!"
Her threat was met with no reply.
And so she rested by the stream,
and heard the crickets softly dream.
She watched the cattails kiss the stars,
believing heaven not so far.
"And here is where I shall be free,"
whispered fair Serenity.
The orphaned child, the strange young girl
born into an ancient world.
No elegance or skill had she
but the ballad, of Serenity.
She was cursed with just one song:
a ballad haunting, soft and long.
The words were never hers to hear,
but danced always beyond her ear.
On harp, flute, lyre she wiled aw
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Elegy Of A Lost Season
Elegy Of A Lost Season
I am the fall.
Broken in June, buried in August -
haunting September from the boughs of hazel,
where not even the rain could reach me.
How my limbs ached to feel its soothing caress;
but my limbs felt nothing, and I felt nothing.
And the season moved on, without me.
Once, long ago, I was spring,
delicate and pure; fragile as willow seedlings,
believing themselves strong, as they stretch toward the sun -
before the wind breaks their stalks, and they fall
defeated, drained, limp upon the ground;
crushed and forgotten as tears.
But no, I was summer -
when I looked into your eyes for the first time
and forgot to curse the sun.
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I sometimes go on comment binges in random people's galleries. Then I take weeks replying to the comments I get back. But that's only because I'm off randomly commenting on another deviant's lovely gallery. Rest assured, I will reply to every comment I get, and every reply, because I cherish them all. Also, I'm disabled so I get sick here and there and I might disappear for a few days. I'm sorry if this happens - it's nothing personal.
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I am now a Poetry Admin! I'm so very excited about this, and would love for you to send me suggestions! Please go here to read my guidelines. I give llamas to virtually everyone I come in contact with on DA, so if I haven't managed to give you one yet, just remind me.
I sometimes go on comment binges in random people's galleries. Then I take weeks replying to the comments I get back. But that's only because I'm off randomly commenting on another deviant's lovely gallery. Rest assured, I will reply to every comment I get, and every reply, because I cherish them all. Also, I'm disabled so I get sick here and there and I might disappear for a few days. I'm sorry if this happens - it's nothing personal. Just so you know, if I fall in love with your artwork and see that it isn't getting the exposure I think it should, I've been known to madly submit it to zillions of groups and suggest it for features.
I feel totally special when admins and senior members talk to me. Or when artists who I love, and who have hundreds of thousands of pageviews actually respond to me. But you know what makes me feel even more special? When you comment on my artwork.
Well, that's enough for now I suppose. If you want to know more about me, just ask. I'll answer most anything and won't get offended. I'm a very open person.
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