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Hello everyone! I have the honor of doing MacroPoetry's first feature of the year. So, on behalf of the team, I truly hope you've all had an awesome break and a great start to the new year! However, it's time to get back into business and get all your arts flowing~ ...And perhaps, these wonderful pieces will help with that!
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Let it DropHold the match up high
We’ll watch as the flames gutter
As time runs on by
"The sky is full of glowflies
So bathe in kerosene" dear
It’s our last long night
Down here in the choking smoke
We can drop the light
“The sky is full of glowflies
So bathe in kerosene” dear
Light the match, let it drop.
Footfalls of a WhisperWhen you’re standing in the balance
between two breaths and euphoria,
the faintest sounds dangling by your ear,
you could feel the ground shift
just the tiniest bit,
but enough,
enough to make you fall in an abyss
lighter than the clouds you’ve never touched,
fingers saturated with wanderlust
you couldn’t begin to imagine.
The smallest hummingbird and the largest whale
long for this quickly dissipating dream
more than you and me combined,
and we dream of it too often.
It isn’t something we remember
when all the thoughts we think have gone away,
rather, it is a gust of wind against our skin
on a cold, crisp morning,
a wayward thread teased from the end of our sleeve.
It is mundane as the minutes before we’re asleep,
existent, but easily adrift.
That is why I lay its dust on your eyelids
when your secrets don’t escape your lips
and your hands are tangled in mine too tight.
This way, you won’t have to search the stars
to have my share of l
The Winter Withinthis cold remembers us
as petrified cavities
grown over and nestled
in winters, layers deep
within the nesting doll shells
of its dream teeth
our embedded, throbbing stones
are the true
grind and tear of its teeth,
they still remember
our angel shapes
pressed into surfaces
more hostile than snow
more violent than freezing
is the disintegration
of names and memories
trapped between winters
and layers of enamel,
our dead seasons, unmarked
laid to sleep and slow
beneath a blurred pane
it's here, in our hollow
that winds don't bite
because they don't need to,
because faces erased softly
by a blanket of snow
are presumed to join gently
the ecosystem beneath it
here, winter is merely the child we were
that fell through the ice, sinking
swaddled in the dark slow sway
of the hungry pike that found us,
dreams still warm on our skin
hope still bubbling on our breath
the winter within
is a weight, a welcome and goodbye,
the process of drowning
in survival,
the stark and sterile weaponization
of e
how many broken relationships does it takeit was easy to forget to love you.
so perhaps it’s my fault for our brokenness
for our extinguished spark;
it’s as if i forgot to plug us in or light our candle
but how many broken relationships
does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
none because there was only screwing up not screwing in
none because you screwed your lightbulb in someone else
i am trying to forget to love you again
but i’m still writing poems about what broke us,
summing us up in stanzas about lightbulbs;
do you
time to timehistory says
quite repetitively
that you should still
cross my mind
from time
to time
however,
i'm done living in circles
Doctor AppointmentTime for the body
to become a lottery once again:
Are hives being nursed inside my ears?
Is an edge being brewed inside my belly´s murmurs?
Or yet another slipup of genes
will make the planks and walls
another badly thought
engineering feat
of the womb?
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Of them. To the boy who didn’t want me to wander :
I remember him comforting me
Because I got lost as we were driving in the mountains.
« It’s ok » he would say « you got lost, but you will find the way again. »
But I’m still looking for my way back home, boy.
To the boy who was looking for answers :
I remember the despair in his look,
How he would clench his fists
And come to me, holding me tight:
« I want to be happy ! » he would shout in a sob « …but my brain doesn’t want me to be. »
To the boy who needed to be nurtured:
I remember how he got beaten up by his mother
And how he wouldn’t want to talk to me.
We would remain silent, looking away.
Oh, I wish I could reach out to him that day,
But I couldn’t know that this day was the last day I’d see him.
To the boy who
If I Could DD: Literature
Hey all,
This feature is for the awesome Community Feature Project: If I Could DD. I wasn't sure if I wanted to participate as I haven't been active on dA much of late but I thought I may as well show off some of the wonderful works I've read in the recent past! This is a really great chance to give the works you appreciate some exposure and love, so do check the features out even if you didn't manage to get a journal in on time. :love:
This feature is also a kind of thank you to the writers as all of these touch my heart somehow or make me feel very in awe. :love: Just by glancing at them, I can remember the strong emotions and connections
Not what you think Contest Winners!
Hi everyone~ :D
Thank you so much to all those who participated in this contest and those who helped to spread the news around! :love: Also, thank you and good work to my fellow MacroPoetry (https://www.deviantart.com/macropoetry) teammates! :hug:
We got some pretty interesting entries, so do take a look and see if you can figure them out. :giggle:
From those, these were the three that we liked the most:
FIRST
SECOND
THIRD
SPECIAL MENTION
(So sorry for not including this earlier!!)
:squee: Congratulations to the winners!
P.S. Don't forget to check out the rest of the entries!
New MacroPoetry Contest!!! (and other things)
:eager: My group is having another great contest this month! It is open to both macrophotography and poetry, so do check the link for more details! First place gets 3600 points (which is worth a 9 months Core Membership)! :squee:
Another MacroPoetry contest, you said?
The theme is:
This is not what you think it is Beginning: October, 9th, PSTDeadline: October, 29th, PST
RESULTS: NOVEMBER, 5TH, PST
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I'll be building a small list of events of interest as I see them pop up (it's like I'm using this journal to bookmark these journals for myself... :paranoid:) :
Welcome to Writer's Block Weekend Title is self-explanatory. Reminder to
Literature Events I'm Interested In
Literature events I'm participating or intending to participate in
First up, there's ProjectDFC (https://www.deviantart.com/projectdfc)'s May Mix-Up Madness. I've already submitted one entry but if I feel up to it, I may submit another one before it ends in a few days! Well, it's now June, so that's over... but there are two June events that are taking my interest now.
Prose-ject (https://www.deviantart.com/prose-ject)'s June challenge of writing a minimum of 250 words a day based off one of the offered prompts. I haven't started yet but I will tonight, probably... See here for the details: Who's ready for Prose-ject 2016?!
There is the poetry side, ProjectDFC (https://www.deviantart.com/projectdfc)'s Jubilant Japanese June, where you not only have to lear
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