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The People's Cry by starell, literature

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The People's Cry

Good Queen, good Queen! The people cry We’ve come so far To beg your favor Please grant us food And easy labor Good folk, good folk! The Queen declares I know your plight I’ve heard your prayers But food is scare, labor hard And now my fancy dress you’ve marred Good Queen, good Queen The people cry From these costly wars Our children die Please grant us peace Our blades to sheath Good folk, good folk! The Queen declares We’ll soon all feast At country fairs Though battles rage throughout the night In due time you’ll get respite Good Queen, good Queen! The people cry We’ve had enough Our well’s

Treasure Hunters by starell, literature

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Treasure Hunters

Leave land before The sun has thought To make it's way 'round Their motor whirring lowly Chopping though dark waters Until almost too far from the coastline They stop Suit up, It's still black, But threatening dark blue Dive in Deeper than they should Where it's still dark as pitch And breathe Breathe air in the water As it bites them with the cold Currents carrying them Farther and farther out Until the water becomes turquoise They rise Treasure found

Graveyard Grand Jete by starell, literature

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Graveyard Grand Jete

The rotted stairs groaned as I slunk through the house. Clouds of dust swirled in the night air. My eyes could barely make out shapes from the drab interior, but I did not stumble. Slowly I picked my way through the house to the hidden staircase, Carrie trailing behind me. The latch rasped as the tumblers freed the catch and the door jolted open. Squeaking slightly, the trapdoor opened and Carrie and I slipped out onto the roof. Moonlight striped us silver and illuminated the grime of centuries on top of the old house. And then I danced. Forgetting the impending doom tomorrow would bring and how Madame would yell at the grit caked in my sli

devil's in the details by starell, literature

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devil's in the details

crescent moon slivers of fingernails litter a desk sweat trickling down a man’s face as he kneels and pulls out a velvet blue box an old woman’s hands barely holding onto a silver hairbrush a small girl with a pink hair bow desperately clutching her father as he stands tall in his uniform flour smeared on an apron draped across a well used chair the street right before sunrise, heavy with dew a puddle of drool on a sleeping boy’s white pillow a sign covered in peeling gold paint declaring the shop below it sold antiques golden wheat waves rushing over hills interrupted by a tree rumpled clothes and harsh breathing,

Six Word Story by starell, literature

The Smallest Vacation by starell, literature

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The Smallest Vacation

It started on the longest day Of the year we were all still at home And the temperature broke records When at eight o’clock that evening The sun was still hanging high But the day felt already over We swore we could reach the horizon If only we could muster the strength To get up out of the shade As it was we settled for tracing The edge of the sky with the tips of our fingers Until our arms got tired And we laid them back across our chests But you put yours near mine And our fingers entertwined

Dearest by starell, literature

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Dearest

Dearest, Would that you were closer, So I could read aloud The words I’ve only written, The thoughts I haven’t dared. Speak my desires Onto your lips and into your mouth So they might wrap around your tongue And maybe travel to your heart. Dearest, Would that you were closer, So I could catch the notes You shout from high cliffs That travel over oceans Until they get to me, Where I wait on the sand, And only grasp faint whispers Carried by the waves. Dearest, Would that you were closer, So we could count the freckles That dot across our noses. Which we got from waiting Every night in the moonlight So we wouldn’t miss th

Merchandise Marketing by starell, literature

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Merchandise Marketing

The general studies speech class that I was forced to take was filled with mostly business majors. And, you know, me. Today was the day we were going to begin working on group projects and I had brought along my sketchbook in the vain hope that by keeping my head down and busy everyone else could partner with each other and I would be left to work by myself. The teacher assigned partners. I got stuck with a girl named Nicole who was eyeing my batman backpack with the same apparent trepidation that I was eyeing her false eyelashes with. The assignment was for an informative speech on something that we both felt passionate about. It was a pr

Jigsaw by starell, literature

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Jigsaw

I’ve been declared a puzzle piece Society’s definition of humanity as a whole All tiny unimportant souls Quite different and unique Just waiting to be inserted In specific spots designated just so But it seems to have gotten mixed up Because this isn’t where I go And while it’s true my right side Meshes with another piece’s left The bottom part is all wrong The left like house arrest Don’t even get me started On the top where nothing’s there The finished piece constructed By a partially blind child Who forgot to wear their glasses Because it looks okay from far away But lumpy and bumpy and all

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The People's Cry by starell, literature

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Treasure Hunters by starell, literature

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Treasure Hunters

Graveyard Grand Jete by starell, literature

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Graveyard Grand Jete

devil's in the details by starell, literature

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devil's in the details

Six Word Story by starell, literature

The Smallest Vacation by starell, literature

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The Smallest Vacation

Dearest by starell, literature

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Dearest

Merchandise Marketing by starell, literature

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Merchandise Marketing

Jigsaw by starell, literature

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Jigsaw

Seaside Holiday by starell, literature

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The Library by BlakeCurran, literature

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The Library

i. Connoisseur She trails her fingers along the dusty tomes, wondering which to pick, wandering among the shelves. Spying one, smiling, she prepares to prise it from the throng. (It’s oystering for her, or blood-red wine swilled from a crystal glass, held up to capture starlight.) She pulls it away; it edges out, painful, gradual. She grasps its spine, tight. Opening it, she runs her fingers along its razor, sharp as horizon’s edge, a paper cut soul-deep. Fighting against the undertow, she surrenders: gives up her mind to keep. ii. Waiting I wait for him outside, in the car, while he’s inside with the books, studying suppos

There were always cupcakes by LadyBrookeCelebwen, literature

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There were always cupcakes

There were always cupcakes. If she remembered only one thing about her childhood, it was that. Her grandmother had fallen in love with baking when she was younger. It was strange, because the woman had hated all other forms of cooking, but had loved to bake. So each week there was a new pile of fresh home made cupcakes sitting on the counter when they arrived at her house. Then they had moved away from her grandmother when she was in her teens. Her mother had never liked to bake. She was different from grandmother, capable of making stews and roasts and any other type of food they could possibly want for dinner, but not bake. There were

shrinking by AlloenDreams, literature

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shrinking

please, don't tell me how beautiful it is that i've parted my thighs like the sea. because there is nothing pretty about the tears in last nights dinner, or the way my hands shake around silverware. i am not poetry, but a language lost --in the spaces where flesh used to occupy lies everything i needed to say, kept as the only thing i could ever bear to swallow. if you try to write sonnets about the scars on my knuckles or the arch of my ribs, i will tell you in nine syllables less that this is more than abstinence and foggy reflections. i will tell you how my little sister can carry me in her arms like a child, and how my father can hardly

Tempest by AlecBell, literature

Plucking Art From Dirty Streets by Emerald-Alexandria, literature

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Plucking Art From Dirty Streets

If I can pluck an unripe note From the nocturnal urban beat Of sneakers thumping on concrete Pulsating of the guttered streets And find the rhythm of the blues Streaking through a midnight sky The blacks and whites within the hues Of children's laughs and con-men's lies If I could hear the mellifluous twinkle Of falling freezing stars of snow Find the whispers of dying embers Telling secrets I would never know And call back to ghosts of seasons past Of death and cheer alike so frozen Their fingers clapping and reaching out To fates both wholesome and unchosen If I can see the roaring waves Within the rolls of roaming flames And find the cri

Questioning by BirdMan-Hwah, literature

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Questioning

Where am I going, what will I be, Heading towards a future I can no longer see? Will I wander in the dark all alone, Leave the comfort of the seeds I thought I’d sown? Do I really have time for remorse and regret? If I don’t move forwards, that’s all I’ll get. Must I go and decide what I need to do now? I can’t see where the long road leads, anyhow. I guess I’ll just kiss today goodbye, and welcome in tomorrow, And try to laugh and love, live my days without sorrow.

Red Lips, Blue Lips by Emerald-Alexandria, literature

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Red Lips, Blue Lips

Crimson lips of sultry nights Lush and smooth and kissable Seductress tools to tease and temper Caressing, irresistible Blue and purple lips, like death Your eyes are closing off the day Grim claws are closing on your throat Until you feel life slip away Pink and pretty lips, so young Fresh and elastic with honeyed youth Lips not afraid, yet, of this world With no fear to speak the truth Busted lips of hopeless nights And screams of feeling weak and small Terror of being hurt again When he towers over you, so tall Black lips painted with the times A metal ring pierced on the lower Misunderstood, not yet a woman Make-up caking, until you'r

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starell

Jul 31, 2013

These Tags...

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Are getting ridiculous! I have three to do! I'll start with one though! RULES < Post the rules. < Post 10 things about yourself in the journal. < Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and then create ten new questions for the people you tag to answer. < Tag 10 people and post their icons on your journal, and then go to their page and tell them you have tagged them. ABOUT ME Q I think tiaras are acceptable headwear for most situations. Q I have four really pretty tiaras. Q Cat ears also count as acceptable headgear. Q Ditto mickey ears. Q Especially when you go to Disneyland as often as I do. Q Although

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starell

Jul 23, 2013

Apologies

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Hey lovely duckies! I've been away on vacation (yay wakeboarding!) and Haven't been up to speed here! Sorry! :( But don't worry I will be back to tell you all fabulous things about your art and maybe submit some myself but for now I'm a little backed up. So. Many. Messages. If you have anything in particular you would like me to look at please tell me! I would love to see some of your art because I've missed it so much. And you guys of course! :hug:

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May 24, 2013

Happy DD Dance!!!

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I got a DD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! A Daily Deviation!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So this journal is an almost exact copy of the last one except for this time it's a DD instead of a DLD!!!!!! I don't think Daily Deviations require much  explanation to all of you lovely folks! I just wanted to express my sincerest thank yous to all of you wonderful wonderful people who supported me and loved me and were completely awesome even when my work wasn't! You know who you are :) If you guys need anything from me, don't hesitate to mention it! :hug: :hug: Also :wave: Hi new watchers! Everyone is formally invited to happy dance with me! Another