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tugboat and selkie by Sammur-amat, literature

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tugboat and selkie

i. together tonight you lay with me by the bay bay moon reflecting sun's light onto the serendipitous sorceress sea have your way with me it is as if a billion strings of precious pearls lustrous luminous lined up just for us to watch in wonder there seems to be a storm ahead as cloudy skies show no sign of starlight though if we get lucky we might tonight discover our firefly friends as they flutter by the ferns flickering their flames in pretty synchronicity just as my ocean eyes reflect the light from your face

NaPoWriMo and treasure hunt by MirachRavaia, journal

NaPoWriMo and treasure hunt

Apr 30, 2012

It's April 30th, time to summarize this year's NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month). I managed to write 30 poems in 30 days, but I didn't post them all in my gallery. (Even so, I believe I spammed your inboxes with all that poetry :) Soon I'll get to finishing the drawings I had no time for, I hope! And some fractals and photos...) I didn't post those that most of you wouldn't understand, as they are in Slovak. I submitted them to sta.sh, though, and so you can take a look at them as well. Here is the complete list of my poems for NaPoWriMo 2012: 1. Rochallor http://fav.me/d4uuvyl - tanka 2. Éala Éarendel http://fav.me/d4uupwo

...signaling a beginning. by Sammur-amat, literature

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...signaling a beginning.

It is much too cold for May. Morning, cold iridescence breaking in. He hates the cold now, you see. Although, He thought he'd always dislike heat as he had since six at school. Fond of hugs and of sun, being teased as 'sticky Steve'. I guess deprivation is one key to curing some sorts of incongruities. It was much too cold that day as well. Calendar and watch and lucky compass all set out. Wind serenely flouncing, roads skimpily iced. Mrs. and son and their Tahoe by electric barbwire were mutilated- smokey, sliver served. As he sat there Skewered, eyes feasting forcibly, forcibly surviving. He wrappe

A friend by Ralij, literature

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A friend

A light at the end of a tunnel Made of leaves and the living Towards the end it does funnel Each and every living thing A close companion and friend One to frequently vent to Whose own vents to tend Kindness towards him you do Walking under the glory of light Talking about everything in the sun You both have been granted sight Everything that has been and to be done Once coworkers, once clanners All the while a close friend You both have rare manners Every wrinkle and crack twas mend Adventures start anew At the start of every week New recipes to stew To destinations to seek

Chained by Ralij, literature

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Chained

What is it about today That society may be bleak That nothing I will say Will not leave a black streak I am not free here The corp rules us From here I would steer And leave it in the dust What I say is controlled There is no place to vent I may not be bold My property taken, not lent Where can I be free to say What is on my mind any time Where is it that I may Vent through prose or rhyme Who cares if I don't like something If I don't like your hair or skin At the top of my lungs to sing What is corrupting sin

Alone by Ralij, literature

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Alone

I am completely alone I kinda like it that way But still I get rather lone Without having to say Terribly alone Yet I need my space I wish to not stone Or to hit with a mace I long for a companion Yet there is none Alone in a canyon There is no fun I must have my space I cannot be ordered around Honesty to my face An angel I must have found But that's how they work Lies, manipulation, abandonment In the shadows they do lurk Luring us in with their scent An impossibility A catch twenty two Modern fidelity Went out the loo

Shades of Red by Sammur-amat, literature

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Shades of Red

Crimson to burgundy: at your dried blood I stare. I see dismal beauty. Tickled by April air, and your writ will that casts Cursive vines in despair. A year quickly flies past, I drink on, verily; I've yet to taste my last. Flame to mahogany: In my tub's my red slaw. Still here. Next: good brandy. Last night again I saw, you shot again by wild, she drags your smell by paw. You had fathered her child, leaving me with the wild.

One's Own by Sammur-amat, literature

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One's Own

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead [A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow] She stood facing brok'n mirrors Brok'n up like her core within Trying to see herself clearer She wipes off fog with a napkin They ready-mapped her world for her She is their 'scape-goat, their pennant Before it starts it is over Her dreams burn and ashes scatter She is a plummeting buoyant Trust no Future, howe'e

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Blacksand459

May 15, 2012

Is NaPoWriMo in a different group every year?
And is it only held in April?

Ralij

May 3, 2012

Made it! I wouldn't have even known about the challenge if it weren't for this group! A big thanks to those who participated and founded the group!

Gandalfgirl579

May 1, 2012

You know, they should give a badge to everyone who participated in this. It takes dedication! And the dA admins have given out badges for lesser accomplishments...

135711cal

Apr 18, 2012

What, there is a group? I have been going crazy writing 3-4 a day (and some are worth posting)

I write them all down
and then I hide them away
not worth the effort.

CrumpetsHarvey

Apr 18, 2012

(I have posted none to the group, they are either too bad or too good

)

Michel-le-fou

Apr 17, 2012

Now I discovered that I missed one letter in your group ID.

CrumpetsHarvey

Apr 12, 2012