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Please add this article to your favourites, so more people could see us!Hello again! It's been 3 months since our previous seasonal feature and it's time for a next one, the third one. As previously, I'm picking deviations which have below 300 favourites, but it's still really hard - I'd feature all of them if it didn't take so much space. If you liked some of the works here especially, don't hesitate to suggest it for a Daily Deviation, here you may find all the tips how to do it.
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The Demi Mask Litanies
This is such a fantastical burn
Filling splattered crevice
of a whiskey-induced mosaic
Just one more shot to sear aching soul
- my delightfully plushy woe
Then a reflection peaks. She's such a young thing.
A pretty girl with cerulean, glinting eyes
She holds me; enthralls me
Her infectious grin coils;
just like marionette strings -
A single twitch and I'll dance
Down the cliff, hearing her echo
Cement such calcite
Delusions swell splendid grease
Vain virility
No, I refuse.
I will not hide behind her mask
Her constricting, tormented merriment.
To dismiss that sorrow; condone the yore
and reject a shattered angel. I
Coffee StainsAnd dress shoes click on the streets laid slick with cinnamon and wasted air
It's sugar on your lipstick, darling; a dangerous affair.
You chose coffee
Like you chose romance
Just for the idea of romance; cream and smoked wood swirling around in your cup,
And steam curling up into the atmosphere like the locks in his hair.
Crushed, bitter,
Tantalisingly dark and hauntingly aromatic
You craved it
You mocked the raven that eyed you from its branch out in the blustering courtyard and
You didn't even like the taste.
The silver curve of the teaspoon showed your warped reflection like a deathly omen
It showed the line of your neck and e
AnathemaI give you an offering
Spilling pain into your glass
Here's a toast to all the criers and to those who gladly
Drank their tears
Be quiet, or you'll draw the moths
Who flutter and weep and titter
In their habitat in society's periphery
Where everything that seemed to die
Found a way to stay
I give you an offering
And you give me a scar
Hacking away at my hope
Until I am but a skeleton
In your scorched, decaying closet
You think you can get away?
An open book, a closed mind
The game isn't over until my glass is full
Until the room goes dark and deathly quiet
I give you an offering
And you hold me close
Oozing symbolic inner
Shh...Her breath lethargic, so weak in my arms. Her tears kiss my torso, the golden locks of her hair caress my arms, my fingertips.
She hugs her knees, curled up on herself, while I in turn, hold her in silence. I'm a jerk, I'm insensitive, I can't say anything, I can't offer any single word. And I think: "The silence and nothing more. That I offer to you, and you know, that is why you are here."
And if she breaks in my arms? No, definitely I didn't utter a single word; just moments ago her tears were a desperate flood, whining incessantly, making my body her warm den. Now it has calmed down, her bright black eyes are red, lost, looking out the
Have you?Have you?
Wolves with umber eyes prowl these woods,
Claws slashing bark, noses wet with berry juice.
The woodsman lumbers towards the cottage
Not knowing that the red cloak is already shredded.
Photocopies of faces are tacked to telephone poles
Asking "Have you seen...."?
Jewerly and clothing
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Sculpture and artisan crafts
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Winter Feature [2012]
Spring Feature [2012]
Next such article - Autumn Feature in October
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