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This weeks feature does include an entry to our current contest but one of our admins absolutely loved it so we were happy to include it in this weeks feature. It doesn't mean that it has an advantage in the contest though! Sorry!. Without further ado, I present to you works from our beautiful members!!!
Chopin Nocturne#2Chopin Nocturne #2
She lays a her hand down, a caress on inhale, and tentatively pushes the key in. Memory returns, an ebbing tide revealing the silver sand below. Her left hand joins, just as hesitant, with kisses of its own. Fingertips dance, butterflies against the white ivory. The memory continues until discord; the sound sharpens and flattens, falling upon deaf tones, and the echo in the room clatters to a halt. She breathes out, remembering to cycle. Her hand strokes the surface before rippling and trying the refrain again and then again.
She is a ghost hovering over the polished black wood, white reflection staring back at
Comment: I was stunned by the beauty of this piece...You can almost hear the piano notes floating into your ear; you can almost feel the smooth wood of the piano beneath your fingertips. The emotions and images are so vibrant! It's beautiful, and well worth the feature ~ *MistressofQuills
Saving What Was Already DeadCowboy where's your gun? Where's that desperado demeanor ?
I'm a faker.
I've done it before.
And not to brag,
but it's simple.
have your cake
and eat it too.
Fuck the bitch
then have her
(Without cohesion. A caustic chagrin administers the consequences of being so corroded. We can't coexist without chemical reactions. Acidic pheromones with furious side effects. Committing acts of treason.)
Crippled mongoloid runs from algebraic equations. Do not ask me to understand such concepts. Gargoyles, cast in stone.
Comment: ~EmaciatedandEpitaphs's rich vocabulary and stunning imagery in this vignette is breathtaking. It's an interesting combination of science and emotions, poetry and prose. This piece is intricate, layered, deliberate, and a definite must-read for all the wordy poets out there. ~ =HillsOfMyst
Candles in the Night SkyFlames alight in the endless dark,
Fireflies a-buzzing in their dance,
A whisper carried on the subtle breeze...
"Take the chance."
The sky is torn asunder,
Lightning, cloud, and deafening thunder,
A shout rings through the strife,
"It is time to live your life!"
Rain assaults the fragile Earth,
One small life begins to ponder,
A Dreamer's voice, filled with mirth,
"Life is full of wonder!"
The Sun drifts away, begins to slowly set,
Clouds disperse and float on languid winds,
A meek man speaks his cacophonous mind,
"Humanity's potential, never to be met!"
The Candles in the Night Sky
Have all gone away now
Their bodies cold where they li
Comment: I love how both Nature and human nature are combined in this poem with vivid images and lilting rhyme! The choice of vocabulary was used to stunning effect, and there's a sense of mystery surrounding the events described that makes you have to think. A beautifully written poem all around ~ *MistressofQuills
Love Me Dead
It's that time once again.
The preparation and planning has been glorious. Though it is the same record I've played over and over for millennia beyond millennia, it is no longer broken. I have managed to ripen the mix and stir until it is an entirely new recipe. As petite and distastefully helpless as this form is, I am still an animal and can enjoy my bestial instincts that allow me to suffer pleasure in my kill.
So unappealing is this fragile form humans bare, however; to pity them is to offer a luxury they do not deserve. Their flaws and weaker forms aside, there is work to be done. One paw up
Comment: `OfOneSoul weaves an engaging tale of love, loss and human nature. The story is told through the voice of an unexplained eternal being, a being that despite it's cynicism learns to love. I relate both to Beatrix and to "Mort." This piece is truly powerful in it's ability to shed understanding for both forms of compassion and love. ~ *H-A-Cooke
Cold NightmareSoul of ice
Heart of stone
Voices chill me
To the bone
Dark and undaunting
This cold nightmare
Won't let me sleep
It pulls me down into the deep
Chasm of black
Soul of white
I'm falling down
And crashing tonight
Comment: It's fun to run across a poem that can manage short lines and yet keep its rhythm regular and smooth. The images make shivers run up and down your spine while the cadence and line breaks of the poem keep you in suspense and in the emotion of the moment. A very effective, delightful little piece of poetry! ~ *MistressofQuills
red leaves and Robert Frost.When I was young, my virginity was sacred. Entire religions pray over it and my father bought a gun so long as it meant protecting it.
We throw away half of our refrigerator each week meanwhile, 24,000 people die of starvation every day.
Hardest part is, sometimes wasting things can't be helped.
At the bus stop, before I could drive, boys would ask for my phone number while I tugged up the neck of my shirt. Asked me how old I was while I crossed my legs under my skirt.
I told them I had a boyfriend even when it wasn't true, because they'll always respect another man more than my disinterest.
Hearing "I love you" for the first time
Comment: As spoken by ~colbalt-rain, red leaves and Robert Frost. isn't a cry for help, it's a journey of getting help and achieving it. I find this piece greatly inspiring and absolutely stunning. It's a story filled with half-truths and so you are always left wondering what is true and what is fiction. Each section represents Bipolar disorder as a whole and it's relatable even if you are not Bipolar. A beautiful and saddening piece by a wonderful deviant! ~ !Kymira12
Chapter 1: Ungifted
Chapter 1: Ungifted
The cottage was in the middle of a dark forest, where timber wolves could be heard howling in the distance. Inside the cottage, mice scurried across the wooden floor and the glow of a single candle lit up the tiny room.
Screams rent the night; the screams of a mother giving birth. Lena gripped her husband's hand tight as the mid-wife crooned encouragement: "You're almost done, just push a little harder. That's right, just hold on. You're almost there."
Lena panted, her chest heaving with the effort of child-birth. 'Almost there, yeah right.' She thought. 'She said that three hours ago, and look where that's got us.' She
Comment: What an interesting take on the idea of a people who can manipulate the elements! Even from this first chapter, I am impressed by the level of emotion that was described, and by the clever job done to develop characters already! I'm left wanting to read on, and I have naught but good things to say about the writing style. A wonderful job, and an intriguing beginning to the story! ~ *MistressofQuills
uniformthe people I like are the ones
not well put together
in strange colors
with screws loose and
the ones rocking enthusiasm when
calm and cool is the Cosmo-worshippers
people who sit on staircases during
ragers, doing math problems by
people who see no difference between study sessions and
the ones who are so down with
looking like fools
the standard for commonplace
eats it's own
you make me forget how good
I am at blending in
you turn “normal” into
a breathalyzer test
I can't wait to fail
Comment: This poem is a unique description of a person who seems to bend the rules of social norms. It's beautiful in a very simplistic way, focusing more on the narrator's perception of this person rather than delving into their emotions. Overall, this is a wonderful little poem with an ending that leaves you not quite satisfied but rather curious about the relationship between these two people. ~ =HillsOfMyst
Rightside Up CakeThere's so many times
When I feel all turned around
Where my feet are up high
And my head's on the ground
Where the world's gone and turned
When I'm hearing the sights
And watching the sounds
That's why I love you
You make everything great
When life's roads all wind
You help make them straight
You're classy and bright
Like diamonds and pearls
You're my rightside-up cake
In my upside-down world
There's so many days
When I can't make it work
The car's broken down
Or I've ruined my shirt
It's all gone to hell
And I just want to quit
You pull me aside
And it's fixed with a kiss
That's why I love you
You make everything grea
Comment: I love how *LookingGlassInk uses a whole bunch of contradictions and paradoxes to the poem's advantage and makes them all fit into an adorable love poem "You're my rightside up cake in my upside-down world" is by far my favorite line If this ever gets recorded with music and everything, I'd buy the song in an instant! It's a cute concept, and was beautifully presented in this lyrical poem. ~ *MistressofQuills
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