Who's Who on dA: Issue 6

Hey everybody!

Medoriko here again with the 6th edition of my Who's Who feature articles.

I enjoy doing feature articles, but I have realized more and more that a lot of features people do (and I'm super guilty of this) involve people that are more known in the literature community here. Or, in my case, it's a feature of people I'm good buddies with. There's an incredible amount of talent hiding in the corners of dA, and I want to give some spotlight to those that haven't gotten the recognition they deserve. We have all been there, and you gotta start somewhere right? Sometimes that's the push we need when we're new to dA, and just getting started. This is also for deviants who aren't new, but may be under the radar a bit. Either way, this is a good way to get some glimpse into who's out there in this big world that is the lit community on deviantArt.

Thus the entire point of this feature article series I'd like to call: “Who's Who on dA”. It will be feature articles spotlighting some lesser known dA writers. Hopefully, this will serve to get some views/attention their way. Or, at the very least, make their day for a bit.

If you have any people in mind that you think should be featured in any of the Who's Who Issues, feel free to note me privately with their dA name, why you think they should be featured, and maybe some pieces you think need to be included.

Onto Issue 6  

ReasonBear

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Reason bears fast, wicked crafty creations
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scheherazades

reminders of mortalityall at once
gravebiter, swallow it up
get the american corpse inside your system
rotting body / symbolism / capitalism
god, you're gorgeous and red and jagged and soft at once.
she says she seeks the ultimate freedom and i look at her and say i've found it. she says this is not the closest you will get. i say any closer and i'd be choking on it. she says any further away and you'd be able to see the chains. i say that's far indeed
propogating a terror i cannot unsee
burnt irrevocably stunning into the backs of my eyelids
the moaning wind, the heads thrown back like desperate mystery
like the frantic search for something she can never obtain and i have never wanted.
we are both crippled by need.
and here we are now shouting into the loudest place we can find and ah! synchronicity at last!
and here we are in venezia's streets half lost half found half never here and oh! holiness at last! space hungeri took the moon hostage
i took the moon home
sundered in lungsent young debts, sunsets
pale heart, failed start, stale art, endless
that strange sanctity in self-destruction
a holiness, a southbound train
in cracking, vasodilated veins.
this moon says my pixel resolution
is dimming, i strain so vast to see you.
this moon says these mountains are
more effort than it is worth to be you.
this moon says i want so badly
to be young again, muscled and vivid.
a trace, a space for a dead bird pallid
in a dead box. heartwood, not breathing.
i used to know a boy. that's
the end of the story. or: i used to know
a moon, and now she is
a girl. i told her it was safe here, and
she believed me right up until
they sliced her up for moondust
and factory (reset).
let's start again, let's try these new tides.
let's not keep these tired eyes.
let's embrace our fumbled sides,
stop slipping out of our skins
when we go to sleep. let's up
that pixel resolution, love. let's
leave this ritual burning, love. let starved sugar sweetlingi'm a god, jaw slack, jowls and sagging crowfeet eyes, i'm divine sublime in substation slime: i cross deserts to bulbous brows of mountains to buy milk from the supermarket -- we pour it on the altar, sacrifice it sacred and spilled into every orifice. the yolk of our bodies keeps us static and phlegmatic in a traffic jam indentation in the curve of the road, the while of a time, the how of a who and a what: we smear the foetus over the tarmac, call the maggots to tell them there's a new corpse in town, they're welcome to it.
living is so vast. viscous, wild, unending, sharp and festering in its insistent eternity. what am i, masochistic? well yes but that wasn't the point, what's the point : floodfly bleedcry speakdie : here we're in a shameframed shamscammed endless array of -- halt, one horseman, not death this time but pestilence, sings crocus locusts and angry discordance, slam down that abc triptych madman harmony harshmoon, you're gorgeous, my love, gorgeous, for you i'll abuse the jam has expired the jam has expired he wants to know what it's like to be gay & christian i tell him i'm a long way away from religion right now i tell him i'm not exactly gay it's complicated he asks me if i plan to get closer ever maybe one day & i say i don't know he says how can you not know i say how can i like girls i don't know

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the jam has expired the lid creaks when you twist it it's been in the fridge for years next to the coffee pot why is the coffee pot in the fridge i don't know why do i like girls i don't know
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the jam has expired & he says it must be really hard in that vague sort of way and i shrug and remind him that his girlfriend lives across the country and he can only see her once or twice a year & he doesn’t really know about my struggles just like i don't really know about his & he says maybe i don't know & i think none of us know but i only say the jam has expired

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the jam has expired & her name is joy bu


carmen16

Betrayal has no nameI used to think life was full of beauty
every thing and everyone had something special about them
unique and beautiful at every turn
a simple smile would warm my heart
naive and simple
always thinking the best of people
only to be reminded time and again
how deceitful people truly are
promises , promises.
That’s all they can make.
Breaking them, breaking them
time and time again
giving new life to this dark part of me
distrustful of everyone, the world all around me
alone
ashamed
who am I really now?
When I look in the mirror all I want to do is tear that image apart.
This darkness spreads its poisonous veins
no smile can hide it
no mask can mask it
I don’t want your help
I don’t need your arms
because all I can think is when are you going to stab me with that knife HelplessHere are these pages
full of words and memories
full of love and promises
unlocked dreams and hopes become a reality.
And here is reality
full of tears and no hope
those dreams are burned away
these thoughts brushed with madness every day.
when you try to sleep
you dream of hope and wake with grief
you hurt all over with no peace
and you pray to god to have some peace
you pray to find those hopes and dreams
the quite night surrounds you
leaving you helpless with no distractions about
and you feel the madness brushing faster against you
you feel the pain withering you inside.
And all you wish is to sleep
sleep where you can dream
dream where you can hope
hope that dreams become reality… AutumnAutumn has come
the fires burning low
dying leaves and dying souls
the future seems dark and bleak
becoming autumn
full of memories…
skin cold; without warmth
darkness prevails in these hours
dying breaths; can’t hold on anymore
breaking fast and fading away to the unknown
so cruel the end nothing ever lasts…
where is the fire to ignite these final ashes?
To greedy… the sun never lasts.:thumb368667863:


inkystardust

universesImagine myself
as the entirety of the universe.
So much has been discovered,
but at the same time
you've only just scratched the surface.
I have secrets
that may never be found;
they remain mysteries,
but that's part of the excitement in discovery.
For every one of my stars-my hopes-
there's one thousand more.
Everyone hopes to crack through me,
expose my plethora of hidden gems.
There are times when I am angry or sad
and those stars, the ones
that took formation after hundreds of thousands of years,
suddenly explode
and I'm a little less bright.
Search me
and discover a world
you never knew
and realize there's more to just this earth.
Or, marvel from afar,
even turn a blind eye.
But just realize-
you're missing out on an entire universe.:thumb520453994: feelings anewi. this is a new feeling.
the soaring of my laughter
at the jokes you crack
and the faces you're making
it's been two weeks
and you're the best thing
that's come into my life
when i'm crying or laughing
you're there by my side
and when i look in the 
mirror i realize
we look like sisters
ii. this is a new feeling.
your house has become
my own and vice versa
and our parents complain
about us being too loud
you're not fake, like the others
you care and
you're there for me
when i can't hold it in
despite us being different
we share closets and food
and our dreams
and we're indistinguishable now
iii. this is a new feeling.
a flutter in my chest
my palms break out
i don't know what to say but
"i think i love you"
sneaked kisses and
tangled limbs like vines
guilty feelings because
this is wrong
but i won't stop
i'm in too deep
you're in my mind
and i can't stop smiling
when you're around
iv. this is a new feeling. 
i see you again
but we can't look at ea:thumb516554794:


Cynical-Entity

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Until next week,

-M-