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Close everything, silent patient
Close everything, numb everything
for the stitches were wrong
the stitches were rot
close everything numb everything
for the afternoon
the lunch
the upcoming birthday
have become heavy
heavy and laden with the
pains of the newest haunting of the hospital.
Close everything numb everything,
but at least try to do
a better job than the surgeon,
oh mortician.
Close everything,numb everything,
like the undilated eyes
of the wife
after the news
that ripped open
the minds of the family.
Close everything, numb everything,
oh work, oh routine
and think not of the
telephone
hitching its voice
like the grammar and the punctuaction
of all the emails and texts
to the relatives abroad.
Close everyrthing,
useless doctor,
but why?
Nowadays
it is time for the
funerary.
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Literature
DFC 2018: 5. No Absolution
Disrepair and dissolution, naught a thought nor a conclusion,
Touches minds who breathe pollution, shredding love and evolution
“Oppression! Pain! Persecution!” Millions scream for Revolution.
 
Hatred, greed meet prosecution.
                                                There will be no absolution.
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Literature
Poems for My Uncle Dan
1. Sister
my mother is ten
and her brother
shows her how to build
a bike from spare parts
their hands move together
-circles rippling
through an open pond
later they would
test the hours against
a setting sun
wheels turning
long shadows
in the fading light
2. Family
four daughters
first the dawn
and then the sun
four sisters
two
to each side
-my uncle
in the middle
palms open
holding life
like water
in the shape
of his hands
3. Girlfriend
they meet
together in
another night
his hand touches
the bare
skin of her shoulder
the road follows
stretching blind
on both sides
she loves him
and she
forgets
4. Death
how does
this start?
with the car sputtering?
stuttered breath
breathing
that it still
had too far
left to drive?
his girlfriend watches
her eyes follow
his hand as
it opens the door
he steps
growing headlights blossom
bringing a death
that he does not see
5. Girlfriend on a Bus
she is
leaving
she watches
the length
of the road
pass by again
and she thinks
to herself
sometimes
there a
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Literature
The Ubermensch in Armor
You just saw me take
five shots
in under a minute
and I am grabbing at your lapels
and begging
this is not who I am
you are a monolith
the übermensch in a coat of armor
and I am weak and willow
elder
not even a thing that you can burn
.
like rifts in minor ballads
are never dark enough
to capture quite that quiet
feeling
of the red dress that I put on
I am a package for a prince
.
his father was a titan
and I was the riffraff
who saved his son
the empire rose
held glorious pose
we sang accolades to the savior
and I was starving
blue with suffocation
and now I am your robot
give me a shot
I spread my legs
the sobs are just a side effect
of a thing that you deserve
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Literature
Fasting
I used to call it
starving
eating only unsaid words
watching smoke billow
    from the bathtub,
    the bed
the line on the decanter
falling, hour by hour
I learned to swallow words
instead
to let my body eat itself
until stars encroached
and hollows grew too deep
and the lithe was glory,
    art to hungry fingertips
    a sculpture titled:
    the satiety of words unsaid
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Literature
Every Fall is Deadly (DFC Day 11: Ya Du)
Death is crispy.
Every leaf,
any flower
comes showering
down, dead or dying.
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Literature
observable limits
time as a staircase:
ascending, descending steps
reach between dim plots,
between rooms
and lights on the veranda
where every blade of grass becomes a garden;
every garden decays
swallowed back into the mouth and mortar
of a learned star
drifting in, floating out
backward, forward
between forefinger and thumb,
held up, pinched narrow
Everything,
born into perception
parsecs, in speckled space
unfolding a universe
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DD Discussion on December 15
The Holiday period can be quite frazzling for a lot of people.  If reading helps you unwind, you should definitely check out some of the great Literature Daily Deviations from last month.  Then treat yourself right and take the time for a stimulating but non-stressful discussion with your fellow DeviantArt community members.
All are invited to the CRLiterature chat room this Saturday, December 15 from 11am-1pm Pacific Time - see what that is in your time zone here.  Keep reading to the bottom of this journal for the short list of November literature DDs that will be discussed.
Why?
We believe that discussion with friends and peers is a valuable part of how a reader expe
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recovery crawl
beating 
is kinder 
than leaving.
sometimes I wish
your last words were 
movements. 
a hand against my cheek,
a fist to my chest, 
an arm around my neck,
nails on my wrist.
the ache more real
and easy 
to find. 
every night I ache and
I point all over. 
mostly my heart,
mostly my mind,
to the words stuck 
that won’t loosen 
that wedge themselves
in my teeth and fall out when
I’m drunk,
in his lap. he doesn’t need them, boy
that loves me until his
teeth rot, who says I don’t
deserve you who constricts 
my waist with his hands and who
whispers I love you before 
we fuck. he’s got courage like
the front lines of warfare, 
throwing himself into the densest dark
he’s ever felt up. thinking he can 
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They called him a hero, said that he was an example of the Empire, and lauded his actions for the good of the Sahalyian people. He had single-handedly brought down a great evil and saved the life of one of the Emperor's sons, a shining beacon of wisdom and justice that they all looked to for leadership in such troubling times. With war to the east and rebellion stirring in the Empire, Captain Lassiter was an inspiration to them all.
Or something like that. Frederic wasn't actually paying attention.
The orator had been going for nearly half an hour now as the noble lords and ladies in attendance looked politely interested, and the subject of their praise grew slowly more and more wooden in appearance. He was at least dressed for the occasion, but the man held to the belief that a dressmaker’s dummy would've looked more appropriate in the expensive hosiery he wore. He thought that same dummy would have made a far more interesting dinner companion among the nobility than him, but as
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Literature
The Third Sibling
I don’t know why I assumed
it would be a boy. Intuition,
maybe. Or perhaps, little
brothers were all I knew.
My third sibling paused
in the first trimester
and never hit play: a frozen
picture on the ultrasound.
Mom came home, stole
to bed, and shut the door
with a clack soft as thunder.
My third sibling is a silence,
forgotten outside the quiet
moments alone, when I wonder
what his name was.
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Literature
Miles to Go
1
 
“Can you move your leg over the edge of your bed?”
 
Already it’s been roughly two weeks since my rail platform accident. Still I’m bedridden, still my left leg is all plaster and bandages, and already I’m growing dangerously thin by comparison to my usually slim build.
 
I concentrate all of my energy into moving my leg. That’s when the excruciating pain quite literally kicks in, taking the form of a spontaneous muscle spasm.
 
I don’t flash back completely, but my leg does. I feel terrified and am ashamed when I break down crying with childlike abandon. But Jessica doesn’t scold me the way the therapist in the hospital did. Her voice, colored by a hearty Michigan accent, contains realism and optimism in equal measure.
 
“That’s all I need from you today,” she says, placing one hand on my shoulder and one on my leg. “I just wanted to see where you’re at.”
 
“Okay
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Literature
A Sudden Flight
Ink-black birds scatter,
Writing lines of free verse
Across a paper sky.
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Pride

I'M AN ALLY

Made with pride by the DeviantArt community BROWSE ALL ART

:sing: On the Third Day of Features, DA Gave to Me :sing:



Poems from this year's ProjectDFC!



DFC - Day 12 - moon-stillmoon-
still
petals
on ashes;
numbly, your name falls
adder-dead on my lips, ashes
(f a l l)ing on my tongue, stain-black my teeth, stifle my speech
black as the petals - black as your laugh - black as the ice - (your ice) - of the tears of the moon
We Come with LoveCome lay me down upon your bed
to consummate the bonds that wed
to each the other, let us show
the love that only souls can know:
From halves, a whole new life is bred.
To drink from lips of rosy red
while hands acquaint with flesh has led
to beg our passion overflow—
Come lay me down.
And from the other, pleasure pled
through song of voice and arms to shed
our loneliness in passion’s throe
until at last, euphoric glow
in aftermath of where we tread…
Come lay me down.
DFC 2018: 5. No AbsolutionDisrepair and dissolution, naught a thought nor a conclusion,
Touches minds who breathe pollution, shredding love and evolution
“Oppression! Pain! Persecution!” Millions scream for Revolution.
 
Hatred, greed meet prosecution.
                                                There will be no absolution.


You can find the rest of the entries for 2018 HERE
and the challenge sheet HERE.

Join in on the #12DaysofFeatures event hosted by communityrelations!
Get all the details here: 12 Days of Features 2018: Share art and spread joy

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