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Countdown To My BreakdownIn the woods one misty nightI stepped on a cord so tightPulled it and revealed a doorDid not look back anymoreThen I was in a great hallThe kind to host a masked ballDid not see or hear no oneYet their fun has just begun All of this, so fine and grand Though I cannot understand Something clearly for me planned This place feels like a ghost town I feel something loom deep down The countdown to my breakdownBut what is this now, a dress? As if I was the noblesseDo they want me to performWhat's this then, my uniform?Guess I am left with no choiceSo I will emerge with poiseI think I have one more shotHidden under all this rot My whole life, merely a play Script they forced me to obey But with every word my way Hear you cheer me on to drown But it comes before sundown The countdown to my breakdownSurely I will play my partBy now know the lines by heartSee me standing on the stageReady to unleash my rageThey will not believe they sawSomething so dark and so rawJust stare at me with mouths wideAppalled by the pain some hide All of this was just a game I bask in my newfound fame And though you don't know my name You viewed my soul through and through And let no one lie to you: Everything you saw was trueThen I collapse on the floorNothing to give anymoreWith the last breath that I drewI bid the world my adieu "All of this, and what to show? Merely someone's dying throe Then why is her corpse aglow? What is this, the lights die down!" Glad to have you all around The countdown to my breakdown
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Mature Content

A Winter Only World - CLOSED


When Angels
fell from
for a prideful
boast of
from Heaven's
A plummeting
fall to
wandering in the all
consuming infernos
of the machinations
of mortal men.
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To Puabi
As the morning air has slowly calmed,
So has the twilight hour;
Leaving in its wake a vast green field,
A meadow for our love to flower.
And she tiptoes forth across the grass,
To hold the stem in her small hand;
Then she plucks it from its earth tenderly,
And, beside me again, she stands.
So, until the night will fall;
Then, together, upon my bed, we lie.
She turns her small sweet face to mine,
So i can wipe tears from her eyes.
:iconmichelxpuabi:MichelxPuabi 2 5
Light My Fire
Light My Fire
"In the Name of Love"
For Puabi
We lie together upon my bed of oak;
Our hearts are surely flames of desire.
The longer we linger, the hotter they grow;
Still, she lights my fire.
Outdoors, the sky grows dark for the night;
Indoors, there is more than electric lights;
The fire she lights is burning higher..
And higher..and higher...
"Darling, set this night on fire!"
:iconmichelxpuabi:MichelxPuabi 3 0
convoluted rhythms and
perforated movements,
we dance like disjointed
marionettes trying to
play grown-ups, but
at night our
baby tears just don't
dry on their
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don't forget to let me go
(the worst thing I’ve ever been
is an accident)
my words have no filter and I am
too many apologies bound
together by the stringent belief
tomorrow is worth more than today—
remember that summer when I was
beautiful? all covered in amber fog
and delivered like a dream. I was
a porcelain promise, a lavender
whisper, a breathtaking cancer,
and so many other precious things
I just want to go back to that
time where I was unmolded by
mistakes and words unsaid
(it was never you
I have spent too long trying
to drain out every tear from
the ocean, my love,
simple tasks are for the
weak of heart, it was
never you)
I am still beautiful at night:
a perfect collision on a road
going nowhere, (please
do me one last favor
and remember me.)
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I have always been impressed with how you
wield your shrugs
your careful smiles
how your handshakes are always the right amount
of indifferent
I would have liked to see you
dancing oblivious
window-shades open
I would have liked to see you
you manifest unknowable
you doorless wall
all hard edges and
I would have liked to see you unmasked
shaking your fist at god
feet bloodied from kicking mirrors
having finally reached the realization that
sometimes there just
isn't enough apathy
to go around
:iconamy-derfer:amy-derfer 10 8
learning to hear the unspoken
i hear your pencil
drag atop the paper
and subtle breaths drawn.
i wonder, as i
let my mind wander
down winding paths
and through lonely fields.
trees are barren.
the frost nips at your heels
when you walk too slow.
every release from my
heavy lungs
looks like smoke.
i hesitate to speak,
afraid the words will waft away
never reaching the crook of your neck
where i want them to nest.
"i love you," is all i can muster -
never feeling it weighs enough.
i imagine a tongue
unwoven, unbound;
i pretend that my heart
is full of profound
words -
unheard by angel,
by beast.
my head is wrapped
in thick fog;
though, i fancy it with feathers
in flight
through a bright, moonlit summer's eve.
it's clear amongst cloudless skies.
here we travel freely, unafraid,
unabashed -
our souls speak.
no words will ever be enough.
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i want to tell you
imagine a world without gender
a world where we are not confined
to the arbitrary interpretations of
an inexact biology. imagine we could
rise above the places
below our waists, reside instead in
graceful hands, in angled cheekbones
in some deeper conception than this
skewed perception of you.
I strip myself bare of unforgiving flesh,
squinting behind dim caverns of girl parts--
what are girl parts? all we have are beating
I sit inside this trembling body, shoulder
to hunched shoulder,
stacks of bones too unsure
to be brave enough to tell you that
my gender will never fit on the plastic sign
above a bathroom door.
and I've never filled out a single
form where they didn't ask me for
me to choose one or the other,
sister or brother, father or
mother, i want to tell you but
I'm slipping between sidewalk cracks
walking down the street hearing wolf whistles and
I want to tell you please don't read between
the lines, erase the goddamn
lines, this has nothing to do with
and I w
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Mature content
An Untitled Story-Prologue :iconquirklesthecynical:QuirklestheCynical 3 0
Lovely knees, scraped elbows
she wishes she has lovely knees, instead she has a lovely
way to see the world. she doesn't believe in umbrellas, only
the stars in the midnight sky and the raindrops running down
her neck, arms, legs, spine.
she knows things that most will find useless: there are more
stars in outer space than there are grains of sand on earth. dogs
have over three hundred facial expressions, mostly made with
their ears. the average person will spend two weeks waiting
for the traffic lights to change in their lifetime.
she wonders: what if stars are just dead pixels in the sky? what
if they are specks with worlds living in them? that would mean
that we are just a speck to someone who thinks they are alone
in the universe.
she does not get along with logic. logic is not wisdom, creativity
is. she wakes up in the middle of the night and scribbles her
thoughts on post it notes: through the forest, down to your bones.
the air sleeps under people's beds. when we get there, we'll
be lost again: send me a po
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Pleiades: Thoughtlessly
They ate the remnants of
Thunder in excess
Thinking to destroy the stars,
Thinly masking their hate,
Theoretically to efface
This angelic pronouncement--
Theophany in highest glory.
:iconlabruyere:LaBruyere 6 2
Alliterisen: Let it Fall
I said such fears fall--let it be.
You softly said this new love mustn't mean
So little like it did, dear,
When we were young and glorious green,
Naive, near, full of fear.
Tell time it cannot care like we
But must make love look strong for me.
:iconlabruyere:LaBruyere 7 2
360 Blind Eyes
360° Blind Eyes
Those street corner pharmacies don't bother me...
cooking up that crack...
serving that black...
caramelizing those apples...
crystallizing that meth...
but at least it's not my kitchen...
He's Robin Hood...
on the level that Hollywood...
would be in contention...
terrorizing the scene...
mad scientist splicing the genes...
with killing machines...
but at least it's not my dimension...
They combine these positions...
with Columbine vision...
plus out-of-mind conditions...
lead to out-of-body renditions...
a suicidal homicide mission...
but at least it's not my decision...
and it's not my problem...
not my solution...
not my blood...
so it's not my ablution...
not my business...
not my institution...
it's not my crime...
so it's not my execution...
You know it's not my world...
these are not my people...
they are not my equals...
this is not my power...
this is not my evil...
this is not my chase...
they are not my steeples...
this is not my realm...
so it'
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Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley:heart:


Poetry is the art of creating imaginary gardens with real toads.
~Marianne Moore

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I know ladies and gentlemen, the Critique Department Newsletter came out late, and on behalf of the critique department, I apologize for the delay. I nevertheless am grateful to my team for their constant vigilance and ensuring that the works get critiqued and given support. Also, special thanks to @prettyflour for her constant support.
And now to you, the members of this group. Thank you for staying a part of the group and of doing your part in supporting the venture. We are grateful, and we will do our utmost to follow up with you who have been dedicated to this group.
Right so... let's start:
We have been doing our fair share of critiques, just that the works weren't being shifted into the relevant folder. And while it is a slow start, it is better late than never, amirite...
These are just nine of the works which have been critiqued so far. More will follow with time, and with patience. For me personally, Wings Unfurlled and Aberrant Element were the best choices to recently give a look. And I am glad I gave them a look.
Anyway, that's pretty much it for now. If you'd like to read our previous newsletter, here's the link:
Thank you for being a part of the group, and we look forward to being more active on this group. We appreciate your support in this endeavor.
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A poem begins with a lump in the throat.
~Robert Frost

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Hi guys! My name is Mo. I am 23. I have been a member of dA for 5 years, and a writer for 10 years. This is my first Founder position, but I was Co-founder of Poets-and-Warriors at the birth of the group (check them out, they are friends!). My other passions include psychology, movies, sit-coms and books. I am a happy wife and mother of a perfect 1 year old boy. Poetry was my first love and I can't wait to see what this group can become!

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(Head of Critique Department)
Shehroze Ameen; 21 years old (Aries, 13 April 1991); student, Ata-Ur-Rehman School of Applied Biosciences (BS Applied Biosciences); writer by hobby, though a discontinuous reading of English literature, with minor exceptions among Urdu literature, has a significant influence in his critical analysis of works - usually snobby and, slightly moronic, but a fun loving person with a sincere devotion towards the task at hand; friends with *NotenSMSK since the third grade; no future plans; cynic; and an avid listener.

(Critic and Staff Blogger)
I'm prettyflour- woman, mother, artist and DA junkie. I have constant love affairs with various art forms. Whether it be writing poetry, stories, taking pictures or drawing, it is all passion sprouting from my fingertips.

(Honorary Editor, Former Founder)
I live in a small town in Southern Michigan and am still only a high school student. But I try to find the time to write; which is my true passion. I try to be outgoing, so if you have a question, feel free to ask! I'm 18 and currently focusing my attention into Basic Design and getting ready for college and what not. If you want to know more, feel free to ask. (:

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(Member DD and DLD Watch)
Hey everyone, I'm Jasmine a 20 year old English girl. I'm a poet (and insanely jealous of visual artists) who is currently studying BioSciences at Uni. I'm also a bit of a nerd - I love videogames, anything science related and various other things. If you want to know more, just note me, I promise I'll answer!

(Member of The Month)
Law student, internet addict and experimental non-rhyming poetry writer. In charge of the monthly member feature. Question? Come at me; I'll answer best I can.

(Affiliate/Community Update)

I'm a college student in the U.S. studying marine biology, but I have a keen interest in the arts. I enjoy visual artwork, music, and theater, as well as prose and poetry. I love to read, especially fantasy and science fiction. My creative writing abilities are primarily self-developed and informed by my love of literature. On deviantART, I follow and contribute to a number of literature groups and am eager to share my findings!

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Age and sexual preferences aside, I am a writer of long standing, principally a poet but preferably a fiction writer. My current endeavors are horror/suspense and science fiction, as I enjoy reading them and have read them since my schooldays. Favorite authors are Lovecraft and Howard, Jules Verne and HG Wells respectively. I read the Mythos in USA a long time ago. I am fair at graphic art too.
Graduated in BA in Literature in USA in 1980 and went abroad.
I believe that the best critics of literature are writes, as Matthew Arnold and Percy Shelley critiqued others. My policy is fairness and openness.

Name: NotenSMSK or perhaps SMSK
Age: 20
Occupation: Student
Hobbies: Writing, debating, reading, playing sports, sleeping.
Hello I am NotenSMSK preferably SMSK, a student from Pakistan who has a keen interest in writing. I write to improve as well as promote. I am working on a book at the moment, despite final year at university. I like helping people with critiques/comments but if a person gets unreasonably rude with me, I might respond in a similar manner. Otherwise, I prefer being polite :)

I'm fernknits -- wife, mother, knitter, quilter, spinner, poet, lover of cats. I have been writing poetry for most of my life and have recently come back from a long hiatus. I believe in giving supportive, honest feedback as part of being a responsible and active community member.

Name: Muhammad Danyal Ajaz Saleem
DOB: 21st Oct 1992
Art forms practiced: Poetry (English, Urdu), Prose (English, Urdu)
Personality Outlined: Sociable, anti-social-ish, kind of melancholic but not sad, committed as a friend but awkward around new people, limited comfort zone and a slightly bipolar temper. Also has been told he has the moral fortitude of a 17th century count and the mental age of a 40 year old.
Outlook on literature: must come form the heart, must be acceptably phrased, anyone can be a writer as long as they have something to say and pay attention to HOW they say it.


Hi, I'm A.J. Miller. I prefer Daft Punk to Adele any day. I game, very casually. I love poetry and tea and chocolate on the days my stomach doesn't hate me. My stomach is a Dalek Emperor. You don't anger the Dalek Emperor. Got music? Share it with meeeeeee. I have a pathological need to find more music all the time. I love pallas cats.
I am very intelligent and very lazy. We are trying to resolve some unknown emotional issues that cause sudden bouts of badassery interspersed with long expanses of mediocrity. I collect weird, fascinating, broken people.

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DanielaIvanova Featured By Owner Jul 22, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
For some reason I can't post to the Free + blank verse folder.
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Larathain Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2016
Why is it that I can no longer post in this group?
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Neo128 Featured By Owner Aug 21, 2016   General Artist
Thanks for the membership, and for accepting my post. :meow:
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