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but I do have feet by PeircingArrow, literature

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but I do have feet

Note: to fully understand this poem you need a little background knowledge of Greek Mythology. Provided, in the description, is a very brief summary of the myth that inspired this poem. Thank you. clawing gut, the Beasts force freedom. burning throat and searing nose; they escape into reality. the strive of uniqueness a vain endeavor. a breath on a cold day memories. (or dust?) touched by Dolos (only seeking amusement), the mind fades as nightmares long forgotten horror remaining constant. (I can not see) history bound repeat; time claims another head. the same mistake: a different face Fool of the Zeus of zeus memory is no

She no longer knows. by PeircingArrow, literature

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She no longer knows.

a swirling shadow claims her pail allure. Her face a memory that I once prized buried in ghouls born by an evil pure that through her, render true desires disguised. the shadows I endeavor to, just, graze in my hand shades dissolve, and leave a fear and broiled skin. Tempests breed upon the haze, that strikes and smolders those that stray a-near perhaps a brightened blaze would clear the shade, or mayhap I could cloak the light, and stare as specters fade away - absolving maid Of broken soul, its hatred through despair. Her burdened surface I attempt and trudge, Her spirit I only can try and judge.

Pens by PeircingArrow, literature

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Pens

Poet's pens are scalpels that gently part skin to allow knowledge of reality and its mistresses' to seep into the blood and find rest in the heart. When by chance I glance upon faded lines inscribed in my body, I remember, as if it were my Own. Well, that must mean my pen is a dull axe, which cleaves my side and cracks my bones to leak foreign letters upon an empty page. I read. Nothing I ever wanted. I crumple my flesh to start over again.

twisted thoughts by PeircingArrow, literature

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twisted thoughts

twisted thoughts of below the night signals I am here Burn me now, and watch me glow. I am the energy that can not flow bound to serve who can not hear twisted thoughts of below to the music soft and slow mute to whispers of the ear Burn me now, and watch me glow. cut to pieces and torso Nothing lives that does not fear twisted thoughts of below an affinity for blackened snow I must melt to become clear burn me now, and watch me glow. for what I soon must know I am forced to be the seer twisted thoughts of below Burn me now, and watch me glow.

a robin's insight -- haibun by PeircingArrow, literature

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a robin's insight -- haibun

I am the robin who protects these woods, ever watching; never sleeping. My daily routine is to stare at the humans who tread along this path. Clumsy beasts that seem to not realize the plants they bump and bugs they stomp. Why must such a being intrude, when it has so much all ready? They can not sing, they can not dance, they can not soar. Trapped on the ground, with no way to leave, perhaps that is why they must have the whole thing. They pluck our berries clear cut woods and broken homes staring as we burn.

Home, at last by PeircingArrow, literature

a robin's insight by PeircingArrow, literature

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a robin's insight

I was taking my dog for a walk in the park, he was experiencing new wonders, for the thousandth time. a large robin flew through the sky, to land on it's perch not far from my sight. red breast flexed and proud beady eyes stared down at the intruders who entered his home. forceful will demanded us to withdraw, to leave the beast at peace. thinking better, the robin cocked his head as if to challenge our very existence how could such a thing live in a two hundred pound body that can't sing dance or soar, or even catch it's own prey. as if to prove his point, he flew away. my dog charges down the path splashing in puddles, swim

Open Cage version 2 by PeircingArrow, literature

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Open Cage version 2

my mind, my mind, a disobedient slave I tell it to think, it only draws blank. I tell it to sleep, it only thinks. I tell it to focus, it wanders away. What good, what good, is a servant who can't listen? my mind is broken with only one way to fix it, I must break it again. So, I lock my mind in an open cage but, of course, it does nothing. for it does not see harsh reality, or simplicity of escape. instead it ponders what would be if the past could be rewritten. my mind remains broken, unable to function hiding in the time when I still had a chance. the Woman who crushed it, she never knew perhaps that is why my mind re

Open Cage by PeircingArrow, literature

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but I do have feet by PeircingArrow, literature

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She no longer knows. by PeircingArrow, literature

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a robin's insight -- haibun by PeircingArrow, literature

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a robin's insight -- haibun

Home, at last by PeircingArrow, literature

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a robin's insight

Open Cage version 2 by PeircingArrow, literature

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Progression by intricately-ordinary, literature

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she fell to the earth in a stream of shrapnel and stardust in holy proportions; born of silence and unfulfillment, tumulting through that narrow area between expectations and reality where the pink glaze marred her romantic, (blurry: a photograph held by careless hands; a memory outdated and forgotten and beautiful, once, before the future fell in pace) she landed with a deafening crack-- ribcage split and spilling secrets, gasping for air beneath the surface of a pond so stagnant that even the lilies withered away: bubbles rose slowly (she began the process of forgetting to breathe) and she was not made for our atmosphere; the air po

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starry eyes implode

she cannot recall all the things she's swallowed: pretty pills, rancid razor blades and wasted words coat her sorry throat she can't count her fingers, like she can't count the days again-- it's zero to zero, in it to spin it: time is measured in lengths of abandonment. she comes home empty- handed; defeated, depleted, repeated: "I gave up again I gave up I gave it away I gave up" repeated like some makeshift lullaby and once more she apologizes to a broken window, shattered, scattered, just hoping to know somewhere better to go and when she walks, she holds hands with the yellowed skeleton of a forgo

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COLORS CONTEST RESULTS Update: The Colors Contest Results are Finally In!!! OK, yes, it has been quite awhile since this contest ended. There have complications outside the current DLD administration's control which lead to some of the delay - the rest of the time: procrastination. :blush: In any case, better late than never, right? Anyway, here are the winners: 1st Place: The color of betrayal by TheBrassGlass (https://www.deviantart.com/thebrassglass) 2nd Place: Barracuda by Sigma-Echo-Seven (https://www.deviantart.com/sigma-echo-seven) 3rd Place: S.A.D. by toxic-nebulae (https://www.deviantart.com/toxic-nebulae) Congratulations to all the winners, and thank you to all the contestants. Again, on behalf of DailyLitDeviations (https://www.deviantart.com/dailylitdeviations), we apologize for the delay,

Revenant by intricately-ordinary, literature

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Revenant

they came like phantoms; oceanic whispers left me washed out. those gossamer ghosts that lined the doorways-- eyes in a constant state of surprise as they reached for me: needle fingers pricked, fueling my addictions. they ached for my veins, entangled like the strings of my paper heart and they stained my skin, amethyst bruises in the shape of recognition. their breaths were the heavy hums of a forgotten lullaby "one day you will leave, and you will fade into a virulent void, like us. you will warm our icy bones, and we will love you, like no one else can. go back to sleep, little girl, we will come again" with their cer

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Oct 23
Canada
Deviant for 11 years
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Monty Python's Flying Circus

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Bob Dylan, Van Halen, ACDC, Nirvana, Brad Paisley and Billy Currington

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1984, Brave New World and Animal Farm

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George Orwell, Aldous Huxley, George R.R Martin, Robert Frost and e.e cummings

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skiing, wildlife rehabilitation and wildlife photography

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PeircingArrow

Dec 27, 2012

Vacation

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Well, I have now been a deviant here for just over two weeks. Over that time I have had a lot of fun writing, and think that I have improved. I also learned how to write in meter :D. I just want to thank everyone who took the time to read, comment and/or give feedback on any of my writing. It really means a lot to me and encourages me to continue writing. I also want to personally thank a few that have, at one point or another, inspired me and have made my time on deviant art supercalifragilisticexpialidocious (in lack of a better real word). ~intricately-ordinary (https://www.deviantart.com/intricately-ordinary)   :iconcelestialmemories:  :icondeinktvis: I am going away on vacation,