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Two on the roadRaining,  The road was paved in grey.   
Her hand in mine startles me every time  since it fits so well  In my own.   
Grooves meet my scars in  Silent affirmation of  What our walk across the cobbled lane  Provides in earnest every day.   
We look overhead  To see a plane  Scratching chalk across the sky while  A leaf drops plaintively with satisfaction  Not too far behind. Two on the road
by ~prevail
EmbersSome oft-recovered memory  harkens back to that evening,  where the moon was down  and sky glittered as brightly  as the sea.   
It was cold  and I handed you my jacket  to wrap around your shoulders  in your quiet misery,  as you later relayed  that you waited for a sparkle in my eyes.   
Oblivious,  I questioned your silence  with a sly reply;  my reward,  a slight smile burned  into in my mind.   
The vivid flame  left ruddy embers  awake with longing,  Our paths were crossed  by destiny Herself.  We brooked no disob Embers
by ~prevail
DeclinationThis last disconnect.  Silence breaches fortresses  when our words refuse. Declination
by ~prevail
PerspectiveThey'll say it's all about perspective  as they prowl the streets in their Jaguars  with their Teflon wives reflecting high-beams  of the limo in their rear view mirrors,  vomiting both food and condescension while  they cluck at the Gucci-less bourgeois.   
I'd say it's all about perspective  slaving at the corporate grindstone  and stating that "surviving's akin to being barely alive"  as I'm sitting pretty in my Bimmer and complaining  about rush hour traffic, or sipping Dewar's, driving  drunk and sleeping like a baby at night.   
But who will say "have perspective" &nb Perspective
by ~prevail
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Inhibition As Chemical ProcessAmazing, that these molecules,  nimble as the calloused fingers  which twitch with the scent of you,  can break down the will caging my wants.   
Then you are slowly gorgeous,  almost loveable, woman enough  to brand my dilated retina,  shred my feigned restraint.   
My nose slides over slick skin,  carving shudders from weakness,  hunting your flesh in service  to this mercenary orgasm.   
One day, erectus stretched and evolved  so that, on exposure to morning,  novice transmitters streamed forth,  unsure but willing, to induce remorse. Inhibition As Chemical Process
by ~errantmystic
B I T C H by hojucult.   
 
 
Bitch   
 
 
 
iris - swelling  countenance - counterfeit   
  indents either end curve upwards     only slightly, and then      a sigh;   
‘fancy seeing…’ et cetera         reciting plasticine limericks   
parched lips to each cheek  celebrate departure   
  turning away, they reminisce;     flickering projector  
    reels images of their  
     loathing.   
 
 
 
 
 
. B I T C H by hojucult
by ~hojucult
The Longest ShowerThe water was hot.  God, it was hot. Probably the hottest water I'd ever felt. I wasn't gonna say jack shit about it though. I wasn't gonna move out of it neither. As far as showers go this was my first real one in two weeks that felt more like 2 eons.   
One boy. One bar of soap. Hot water.   
No guards. No fights. I was happy that the only blood running down the drain was old. From ancient souvenirs of the 39 days prior. 1 day passed out in an empty lot at the intersection Broome and Hester with a 6-inch knife through my thigh. 1 day in the hospital, and 37 days in the hands of people deemed caretakers. Minus the ca The Longest Shower
by ~silenceinnumbers
Streetlit MoonlightStreetlit Moonlight   
I can barely see my pensive breath  Which shines, and fades away.  Oh, the way you wear upon  My mind, each blinding day!   
Beams reflecting, weaving out  
A cloth, inside.  Fabric casting shadows on  
My thoughts, which hide:   
Shyly like the humble boy  Who hears, desk in the back.  Answers dance around him yet  
He fears, and his voice cracks.   
How I want to cloak myself  With thread, the spool beneath!  I’ll cover you each night beside  Your bed, in moonlight’s reach!   
The moon shone in my darkness lik Streetlit Moonlight
by ~beaconduit
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Sun Sep 21, 2003, 12:27 AM
It's been a while, I know. I have been pretty inactive on multiple fronts (both ~travail and ~prevail have been pretty quiet), but that is because I am literally swamped senseless with work.

I guess I should consider myself lucky: I have a job now, and working my butt off trying to keep all sides of my life happy and content. Insofar as I don't have a meltdown or accidentally kill myself, I daresay things are going well.

That being said, sometimes neglect is inevitable, and unfortunately, the dA community, and my friends here ... you are the recipient. A thousand apologies. I will do my best.

Here is a new one from me. I am proud of it, in that it's the first decent piece I have written since my tirade about writer's block and all that. I hope you enjoy.
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~phoenixreal Mar 2, 2006, 2:14:19 PM
Random :love: from a long absent deviant. I came back and thought I would drop off a load of :love: for all my favorite Deviants, which you are among!

You are deserving of :blowkiss: and :hug:!

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:blackrose:blessed be~*~phoenixreal:blackrose:

Without the darkness, there can be no light. Without the light, there can be no dark. Between, there casts the shadow. I am that shadow.
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~thecolourblue Sep 24, 2005, 2:00:10 AM
I hope you know I still think of you every now and then, and I wonder how you are.

Are you ever coming back? I miss you.

:hug:
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~PenWieldingPoets Sep 14, 2005, 2:40:16 PM
~PenWieldingPoets is a newly formed community for poets that use meter.
If you use meter, or would like to learn, please drop by!

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Metrical poets of the world: Unite!
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!inebriate Sep 27, 2004, 8:42:31 PM
Haven't seen you in forever.
Hope everything is well with you, sir.

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I'M PRETTY SURE MY PROTESTS WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE
OR AT LEAST GET ME IN A FIST FIGHT
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~discern Feb 6, 2004, 11:27:11 AM
You too. Perhaps I'll keep an eye(s) on you.
And spread -a round- a bit. Was browsing your work, quite nice.

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Don't expect it to make sence.
It already has it.
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~school Nov 7, 2003, 1:03:56 AM
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You didn't see this link . It's important.
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~driftwood Oct 20, 2003, 7:36:34 AM
Thought I'd drop by, see if you had anything new to share with us. Apparently not. I'll add you to the watch list in case you stumble upon the sight with intent of expressing yourself.

take care.

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hello, Philo.
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!inebriate Sep 21, 2003, 6:18:27 PM
Link of the Night! While JB's away, I'm taking over for him (with permission). Even though it's made DTF, this is simply too amazing to read just once. See what I'm talking about and check it out!

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~prevail Sep 21, 2003, 8:40:51 PM
Yeah.
That.
Wow.
Uh, why do I write when I can never attain even remotely the level of some of these guys?

Crap.
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