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Don't Give me a Reason to Sell My SoulDon't give me a reason to sell my soul, she should have said.
Instead, she just stared at the man on the screen in front of her, the man with his long, drooping skin, tired eyes, haggard face and balding head. He was hardly the admiral we had once known. She said "I don't have any desire to do it," and then quickly, "but I'll follow my orders, if you give them to me."
There was fright in her eyes. She gripped the edges of the captain's chair and bit her cheek, fighting off inevitable tears. But not here. She couldn't cry now. People relied on her to be strong. What people she wasn’t sure, but someone, somewhere, surely. She had to believe that.
"Those are your orders," the man said, sinking heavily into his chair. "I trust you'll carry them out."
She snapped off communications with ill-hid despair. Her blonde hair, thin and almost colorless, hung around her face like a fallen halo, fading with every sin. Her lips were tight, her cheeks drawn, and her eyes stared out of bru



Daily Deviation
3-30-2013

Featured by neurotype

supernovae"Wouldn't it be great if we could watch a star explode?"
It was just like her to say that. The violence of another world's ending was, to her, poetic. If our own sun exploded, I think she'd open up her arms to embrace it.
"I don't know that I'd want to be that close," I said.
"That's the cool part. You wouldn't have to be." But she still didn't think we were close enough.
That was how we always ended up like this, sitting in a car, driving to nowhere, with nothing but the sound of the tires on the highway and the company of the stars above us. She couldn't sit still long enough to color in the details, so we never did. We just kept driving.
She leaned back in the passenger seat and kicked her feet up, staring at the ceiling of the car as if it wasn't there.
"When stars exploded a long time ago, they painted pictures of them and wondered if the gods were looking down on them. What do you think we'll do when we get to see one?"
"Take a picture."
She shot an expression at me that I



Daily Deviation
12-31-2013

Suggested by hypermagical
Featured by Beccalicious

may as well buy another packcollapse, and breathe into the carpet:
sunday mornings are not
for falling apart, but damn
the amphorics, this
is not an atmosphere.
you fell in love like you always
wish you didn't, made all their
smiles replaceable, interchangeable,
fell asleep with shadows and kept
drinking, just letting yourself sleep
with blue pills
and tried not to scream.
(keep this image in your head:
fire and nectarines, a sudden jerk
of realization, inspiration
breaking your neck and leaving you forever
floating.)
breaking bones is not so different
from breaking hearts - it's all about
the leverage, the angle, the mode
of attack
(and at least it wasn't personal; 
it can color in your own guilt
for starting lines and never ending
right.)



Daily Deviation
7-27-2014

Suggested by AyeAye12
Featured by GrimFace242

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Another week, another standout. 

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3 deviants said Featuring the talented chromeantennae this week.
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2 deviants said He rocks.
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2 deviants said (Feature is on my page, as always! Hope you're all having a wonderful week so far!)

Weekly Standout

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The Exception, Not The RuleJust let you go.  Cornucopia, meadowlark.  
Hummingbird,
just let me die.
_
I'd like to explain,
to eradicate,
abolish
and we are excess,
my dear Greyson;
the inception
of waste.
_
He stutters through
straight tequila
and ego.  
Blurred butterscotch eyes,
scalding alcohol,
delicious pride.
_
And to ignore the capacity,
sheer magnetism;
the pull of
incapacitated integrity.
_
I love(d) you.

by EmaciatedandEpitaphs

The first word I think of when re-reading this piece is 'stunning'. There is a beauty in the short stanzas and long spaces that feels like breathing slowly. The word choice is perfect - unexpected but expressive in all the right ways. "The Exception, Not the Rule" is exactly what poetry should be: concise, immersive, and wonderfully worded.

(The Weekly Standout is a weekly feature of some of work that I find truly incredible from the literature community. Have a piece you think should be featured? Feel free to note me!)

Everything I've featured so far can be found here!



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.: Weekly Standouts Vol. 3

Sun Nov 2, 2014, 3:16 PM
Hello again, everybody! <3 

Josh here, with another collection of pieces that I've featured this month on my page under the "Weekly Standout" Heading. You see, every Monday I feature a new piece of literature at the bottom of my page, where it stays all week. These are pieces that I feel are especially worthy of your attention and that particularly drew me to them based on their crafting, word choice, and emotive power. I'm talking about pieces that I think stand above, or, you know, stand out. I hope that my featuring of them draws some attention to their strength and to the talent of those of who wrote them.

Here are the pieces I featured this month:

the swampman paradoxDestroy me utterly
                              and completely
but keep another version
of my mind
in place, to face reality.
teleportation                  is impossible
because when your atoms split apart
and reform
they don't ever form you again

An appropriately interesting and emotive examination of a complex and deeply interesting concept. sellenimonie's brevity, frankness, form, and hollow, emotional observation of a scientific (and philosophical) concept leave the reader with a discomfort and a mind for further reaching, even personal, implications.

the darkest constellationI always forget what you smell like
after you wash yourself with gunpowder
I always forget that blood smells rusty
as it smears your sharp
cheekbones and winged shoulderblades,
as it pools in the cavity of your collarbone,
and that when I kiss your fingers
I can taste
the mud
and the dirt
and the death
holed up in your knuckles.
I always forget how you look at me
after you've given yourself up
with eyes olive-green and dotted with gold
how paleness has draped itself all over your face
how your freckles stand out against it
shaped like constellations
(only darker)
how your jawline twitches with the
guilt
etched all over the soft stubble
that scrapes my palm.
(“I forgive you.”)
I always forget what you are like
after you've killed.


LadyOfSilver's concept for this piece is a fairly simple one, but it's borne of the sorts of deeply emotional connections that inspire so many people to want to create. This piece has impeccable rhythm and word choice, but what makes it so good is its portrayal of something so dark that still manages to ooze love out of its very core. We get a sense of something so perilous here, and the people who are spiraling with it.

England.there once was a girl with an atlas for a heart.
her loves lived in red pins, 
piercing tissue behind lacquer ribs.
she may unearth it, that you 
might have stolen a glance. and she, watching
another heart trough, another pair of brows 
gather disquiet, closed again. 
"i'm not alone," her whispers rung the night,
peppered by the red pins, glitter against the last ladder
of light on the ceiling. careful reminders, listed love.


One of the best things poetry can do is capture a moment or a sliver of something so wholly that the poem becomes something like a concentrated version of real life, meant to be felt so deeply that it feels like someone is pulling at your core. Droid-Listless' "England." accomplished this for me, with it's conversational, poetic language and somber tone. If the ability to connect to readers is what matters, than this piece is a powerful one indeed.

The Exception, Not The RuleJust let you go.  Cornucopia, meadowlark.  
Hummingbird,
just let me die.
_
I'd like to explain,
to eradicate,
abolish
and we are excess,
my dear Greyson;
the inception
of waste.
_
He stutters through
straight tequila
and ego.  
Blurred butterscotch eyes,
scalding alcohol,
delicious pride.
_
And to ignore the capacity,
sheer magnetism;
the pull of
incapacitated integrity.
_
I love(d) you.

The first word I think of when re-reading this piece is 'stunning'. There is a beauty in the short stanzas and long spaces that feels like breathing slowly. The word choice is perfect - unexpected but expressive in all the right ways. "The Exception, Not the Rule" is exactly what poetry should be: concise, immersive, and wonderfully worded.


Go look at these and give them the attention they deserve, guys. They're all excellent.

Lots of love, friends,

=creativelycliche



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Hello! I'm creativelycliche, but you can call me Josh. I am a recent college graduate with a passion for writing and telling stories, as you may be able to tell. In addition to the hundreds of poems and pieces of short fiction available here, I am also the author of six (unpublished) novels and I am currently writing through my seventh. I self-published a digital collection of poetry in 2011 and a book of short stories in 2010. Both can be downloaded for free on goodreads. Writing is what I do. Thanks for coming by my page, and I hope there's something here you like!


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I wish you luck on all of today's endeavors. (and never give up the dream!)

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Thank you for the fave on Triumphant Order :)
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Thanks for the fave josh.
Cool stuff here, you've got real talent.
Merry Christmas my friend.
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AsakoBunny Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you for the llama~!
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Aerode Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the Favorite. :hug: How's your day?
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Serendiipitii Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the support, I really appreciate it :heart:.
Just had a peek through your gallery, and you have some excellent work in there. Keep up the wonderful word flow.
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