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Morgane - The Blue Witch by *krukof2

fille de la brume bleue -daughter of the (+audio)

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fille de la brume bleue

tour à tour putain et blanche vierge
et le bûcher et l’écorchée
je fus immonde, je fus cruelle
- une sorcière parmi tant d’autres

celle qui parle, celle qui se tait
qui doucement danse dans la poussière
d’étoiles mortes à coeur de ciel
- une déesse aux mains de sel

aimez-moi
d’une seule coulée
sans amertume ou arrières-pensées
aimez-moi folie, aimez-moi rivière ...

moi, fille de la brume bleue
- une sorcière bien ordinaire

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daughter of the blue mist

in turns a whore and purest virgin
as the pyre or as the scorched
i have been vile, i have been cruel
- fille de la brume bleue -daughter of the (+audio) by =Wordeea

SHIROI HA - A FUNERAL (poetry) by *lombregrise

Hesitation II by ~Nahuask

Pure sex by ~EleonoraOpos

Apex Predator by *Sidonie

First Date by ~Nightenscythe

The First Sight by *toscabear

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Draw My Literature

The Dance The music begins and I take his hand.
Tap, tap, tap, the beat plays out,
But I don’t know the steps.
My movements are clumsy as he spins me.

He holds me close, protecting me.
Tap, tap, tap, the beat plays out,
But I don’t know the steps.
We make new ones as he spins me.

I relax, losing my thoughts to the music.
Tap, tap, tap, the beat plays out,
But I don’t know the steps.
My feet begin to feel the music as he spins me.

The magic is flowing and the dance progresses.
Tap, tap, tap, the beat plays out,
And the steps don’t matter anymore,
The dance is unique to just me and him.The Dance by ~dinky-snyper

LightA being at the very edge of his vision was kneeling over the fallen human. It was weaving strands of glimmering light in a web over her chest, the thin threads passing through each other and sticking in seemingly random places as she worked. The fine weave pulsed gently as it hovered just above her chest save for where the being had delicately pressed one fingertip down to attach it to the dead woman. The being then wove the connected strands into each other, and soon one thin fiber of light was attached to each of the fingertips on her right hand. She raised her hand then, gathering the strands and gently pressing them to the palm of her hanLight by ~Lizardhound

The tangled web of ChaosFor every word, there is a meaning.
It just has to be found.
For every action there is a reason.
It just has to be seen.
For every emotion there is a cause.
It just has to be shown.
These circles within circles,
How do I escape them?
These questions within questions,
How do I answer them?
My words, actions, emotions are caught,
Up in a tangled web of chaos.
Somebody show me the way out,
Somebody help me escape,
Somebody help me understand,
So that I won't be suffocated,
In the tangled web of chaos.The tangled web of Chaos by ~dinky-snyper

A Thrall's Love SongHot lips on cold flesh, your skin white as wax
In the moonlight you look like a god.
When you hold me tight,
I can’t catch my breath
And I’m lost in the depths of your eyes.
Take me to your underworld,
I promise tonight, I’ll bring you to life.
This type of necrophilia, I think it’s okay
Because darling,
You make me feel like the prettiest girl.
Oh, darling!
You make me feel like the prettiest girl.A Thrall's Love Song by *Mertus

Grey and silverIn a world of grey and silver
Colours muted by the fog
I stand silent in the snowscape
With a smile of grateful joy

I see the hidden beauty
In a bleak and quiet day
The lack of sound is calming
Wish it could stay this way

This landscape that I tell of
Is never far away
As fog and frost still rule the world
You'll see it too
I promise youGrey and silver by ~Lizardhound

Save meMy broken body heals in your steady gaze.
Flowing through me, around me, you save me.
You became my life, my whole life.
I look at you, I see you.

Blinded in a wide eyed stare, how to break free.
But do I want to, I feel alive.
My love flows deep, deep through my veins.
The fire burns through my heart, my life.

Freedom you promised, in that single look.
But I want more, I want you.
Please help me, you saved me.
How can I ever repay you?

You are now and forever my love.
A single look gave me the strength.
You gave me the strength.
I see you, I feel you. Save me again.Save me by ~dinky-snyper

When the Mountains Turn BlueThe nights you spend alone feel the
most familiar, but you can’t define it.
Intangible, like the way a field of cotton
breathes before a rainstorm, or those
pieces of yourself, left behind on the
far away sidewalks of your childhood.

One day it will be the hottest summer
recorded in fifty seven years.
Your wife and children will be somewhere
without you so you’ll sit on the porch and
sweat out the memories.

You’ll think about the time your father
took you on a road trip to the Rockies.
The only time you ever spent alone with the man.
You’ll also think about the nights when he slept
on the couch and how your brWhen the Mountains Turn Blue by ~RussianTim

The Crux: A Circle of Fire by *TarienCole

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Exceptionally Inspiring Literature

Towards the WindmillWe live on a dead island
swirled about a stoney mound
with corpses in its heart;
in the midst of a sea of green
bare trees are littered,
and peak from roofless houses
with burned foundations.

And beneath the smokey sun
an army of black sapplings stirs;
followers of the rusted beast
conducted upon a fallen log
that bleeds before their roots;
to smother his spouse the cypress
and their cones in their cradles.

The bent weeds watch as they
are watched and avoided
so plastic flowers are smelled
- the litter of the false nature.
In a garden where blind sunflowers
guard the molded prison,
tainted shells hide venomous pearls;
they drip on impTowards the Windmill by ~Pr0metheusUnb0und

The ArchiveOld ambered men,
rotting in vanilla,
are bounded together
and numbered
in open coffins.
And a mist of dust
protrudes through
their wooden prison;
conspiring with the
ever tempting dark
shining from above.
White paper roses bud
below ladders that end
where shadows begin;
there silk webs spread
over this waste of heads
that thrust upwards
towards the bars.The Archive by ~Pr0metheusUnb0und

A Farewell to the Mosquito that Eats at My Heart1. Do svidanya

Underbrush sprouts only in spring but I have felt in my heart
familiar new-bud prickles, and feared your hemlock heart.

It is still winter, dear who will only ever be a fleeting deer.
In hunting-season, you were a fleet and antler-crowned hart.

Winter is another kind of desert, white like feathers, not for
weddings—tree-boned fingers make only cages for hearts.

I try to imagine snow as dandelion tufts, try to picture you
like linden blooms upon my eyelashes, upon my muddy heart.

But neither of us is so gentle, deer, and it is the deadly winter
that will poison us, that white-washes our fleet-footed hearts.

Pretty isA Farewell to the Mosquito that Eats at My Heart by =AzizrianDaoXrak

He Remembers 1961He always puts extra steaks on the grill,
in case the neighbors stop by.
It’s not that kind of world anymore.

The wind was the only visitor that night
and it assumed an odor of burning leaves.
He thought about all the funerals he had

attended and he thought about Hurricane Jenny.
The sun’s last breath felt like thunder.
A child yelled “Olly olly oxen free” but

to him it sounded like “All your friends die in Spring.”He Remembers 1961 by ~RussianTim

Brass CupcakeOh when the world is whimsical and
soda springs bubble forth in brownie-lines
from cracks in candy-coated rocks then
the brass cupcakes will march across the land
on invisible sock-footsies and bask
in the day-glo sunshine...

When the world is muddle-wonderful and
the knitting is always knotted with the
dewy spiders-webs and clovers are tangled
up in spinning mush room rings then
the copper spaghetti strands will float
above the colander and poke octopus-holes
in the ceiling and cover us up
with plaster dust...

When the world is flutter-licious and balloons
stay on board while the trees all fly away
with the wind in their brBrass Cupcake by ~Toaster-Omlette

Flaking Photographs We see the greatness
of faces belittled
in   little boxes
with windows;
still
shattered stairs.
by

  Yielded Flaking Photographs by ~Pr0metheusUnb0und

The Modern Mariner by ~Pr0metheusUnb0und

WaitingWe are still waiting for the thunder from the distant stars,
The echo of mortality,
the whispers of a storm, half-remembered,
in sepia-coloured hallways in buildings that smell like books.
Time gets slow in waiting,
ghosts are formed from the wanting,
taking shape in the spaces where sunlight,
or moonlight doesn't touch.
The stars shake from the vibration,
and the ghosts shimmer in anticipation,
but we can't hear your voice in the dead of the night.Waiting by ~PrideofPanem

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Prophecy by ~GeredaFernando

The Devil's Speech 0 by ~ALppn

Inspiration Isn't Always Good by ~mindlesspuppettoy

Only For A Day by ~AnaNevesArt

Wisdom by *ElvenstarArt

Eve by *Italiar

Resonance by ~mikioku

Perseverance by *JenniferHealy

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Winter Contest - ENDED

Dax bent her head over the tiny dancing flames in her palm, trying to absorb every lick of heat she possibly could. The tongues of fire were small and weak, flickering on the edge of extinction, but she kept them alive through the sheer power of her will.

A particularly cold gust of wind caught her by surprise, breaking her concentration. With a hiss, the flames went out.

“No!” Dax half-shouted, half-groaned. She snapped her fingers, but they didn’t spark. She tried again, desperate for some warmth, but it was hopeless. Between her frustration and the cold, it just wasn’t going to happen.

She ran a hand through her Offering by =Ambiguous-Catharsis

Mists of Luetalse

I was raised to know each slope and crevice of my island, to understand its movements and temperaments. I have bordered the entire circle of rock more than once, getting to know my home as if it were the visage of a close sibling.

My father first took me on the thirty-day journey when I was very young, in the early spring, describing the land as though we were birds in the sky, as I ravenously absorbed the scenery, drawing each detail on a mental map. At that time, our island, which is really the head of a dormant volcano, Mt. Luetalse surrounded by sulfured water, was still half submerged in the surplus of melted ice and scuttled up the cliMists of Luetalse by ~kamalaksh

Dance of the (rainbow) white, rainbowBedecked in white, she came,
Silent footsteps melted as she beckoned;
'To winter cometh thee' said she,
And taunting, teasing uttered: 'Thou cans't resist me';

Come stay a while in my silent, calm and quiet woods,
Come rest a while, lay your weary head upon my drifts;
I'll crown thee with my flakes,
Resplendent jewels of heaven made;
And finest flutes of old oak trunks I'll play,
Sing a mournful tune of old, with wolves for baritones
And creaking of the branches, under heavy load, for rhythm;

Come Play my love,
Your crown of fire dazzles me, even if it burns,
Your foDance of the (rainbow) white, rainbow by ~ChildoftheBeat

Heart of IceShe wanted to be the Snow Queen.
None of us could understand it-- we all wanted warm and sun and away-from-here-please, but she wanted to be the Snow Queen. The ruler of the winters we all hated.
She told us this on the ancient playground floored in cracked concrete full of metal swings and metal slides and metal monkey bars, under a flat dark sky that looked more like a far-off roof than clouds, playing with a dead weed the color of wet cardboard that had worked its way through one of the hairline fractures in the cement we stood on, and the only color was our jackets, and even they looked washed out.
One of us asked her why, and she said, "Because everything in winter is gray and brown and dead and ugly-- except snow. Snow is white and blue and pure and beautiful. I want to be able to make it snow."
She always talked like that.
Maybe we didn't understand her. Maybe we didn't want to. Maybe some of us did want to, but were scared to try. And maybe she was lonesome because of it. But sHeart of Ice by ~curlscat

Holding hands with permafrost
what time became was never lost
sleeping, weeping, what's the cost

She's the keeper of my key
let silence carry forth my plea

She never even touched the ground
said so much without a sound
snowing whispers all around

She's the one who calls to me
with Olly-Olly-Oxen-Free.Snow Queen by *dagoth-jeff

Frost Fern DragonsLeaping lightly across the clear glass, the frost dragon left a cold trail behind as it traversed the distance between itself and another of its kind. Bigger than it, the new frost dragon strengthened briefly, ferns of ice trailing from its head and neck and creeping across the window. The first one faltered, stopping farther away than it would have liked. Frost fern dragons were extremely fragile, the mere mention of heat enough to send them scurrying away, tiny ice creatures leaping over the windowpane.

The bigger dragon studied the smaller one for a moment before allowing its new neck ferns to merge with the rest of its body, ceasing the Frost Fern Dragons by ~Lizardhound

Each tree a thought, remembrance sought
In the forest of my mind
With seasons spanned, a grasping hand
Would hold what it could find
A robin pecks at sandy specks
In tracks you left behind
It huddles low against the snow
In loneliness confined
Through creaks and groans the forest moans
Its stillness so refined
Saplings, roots and sleeping newts
Their frozen earth entwined
A misty haze of bygone days
Portends to strike me blind.My Forest by *dagoth-jeff

Until Next SummerThe breath of winter lives on the surface of the water
Hot cold steam that takes a calm respite over the stirring creek
No fish to be welcomed by, no bright copper scales
Just the creek below that moves despite the snow

A vagabond rests his wings at a nearby branch adorned with ice
His brown speckled feathers ruffle from the breeze as he sings
He whistles a tune of relief, shakes his tail feathers
And settles down onto his branch, his cot for the night

The trees and bushes creak from underneath their white burden
Flurries of their cold guest continue to litter atop their bare arms
Like a visitor that has overpacked for their stay
AUntil Next Summer by ~OperaSinger96

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Autumn Contest - CLOSED

The White Lady of the NorthShe among the grass did briefly dwell,
The White Lady, Forerunner of the North Wind,
But she is the end of Autumn's gold.

Her touch is ice. Her kiss is cold.
I will greet her with fire in my hands,
And whisky in my mouth.The White Lady of the North by ~Synnic

I, Autumn :Contest Entry: by *Missvirginia

Nuclear FallThe world of man had passed; in his ignorance he'd died,
Despite his expectations, though, nature would not subside
An arrogant harvester, gave himself absolute worth
Oh, but if only he could have heard dear Nature's mirth

Man's creations crumbled, his poison dissipated,
Bodies beset by scavengers, pecked at, eviscerated,
And nature's gentle cycles kept on spinning even still,
The trees had leaves of amber once the air began to chill

For all of mankind's worry,
Himself alone did he killNuclear Fall by ~Owari999

Alive by ~AeternusVotum

Autumn SorrowStill dark water flows by, dotted by autumn leaves. The orange has faded, now, wilted, turned brown as the season has passed. Trees stretch their dark, naked arms towards the sky, praying for sunlight, for warmth, for life. But their prayers will go unheeded for months to come as snow and frost cover all in a thick, cold, soft blanket. The world stands at Winter's door.

Silent steps descend the stairs, the sound hidden by the mournful singing of the small river. Naked feet, red with cold, step on grey stone painted with frost. Dead, brown grass crunches and breaks as the person, dressed in robes of grey, kneels before the wailing statue by tAutumn Sorrow by ~Lizardhound

fall colors by ~Auzureii

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Contest - ENDED

Over Three Stories and a Complete DiscordanceThe serious intent of a mirror wakes the world. Of the mirror that makes the world we know very little. Just rumors of an open mouth vibrating up and up to the clouds. So the bright grey cracks the dull grey and something, we'll call it the sun, reaches through and grabs us by the skin.

:::

The members of an invisible happiness swim colors between one another. They cannot tell the difference between windows and mirrors, light coming and light going, places where the light has been. They hold the air with both hands and speak with sounds of trees, their language a lifting flock of hallelujahs.

:::

From beneath tongues, mirrors exhume lightOver Three Stories and a Complete Discordance by ~ExistenceWeSummonYou

Walking With Sarah Walking down the lane now, as he did, such a weighted sense of nostalgia rushed over him- like a prodigious wave crashing into a sandy beach. It washed away all the resolve he had managed to build over the past few days, toppling it like a child's left behind sand castle. He fell to his knees right there, in the very puddles of the street he and his wife once strolled down every night. He could hear her laughter, and feel her hand in his. Though, this night was nothing like the others.

This night, the air was as heavy as his broken heart. The moisture in the thick and foggy air could have filled an ocean. Walking With Sarah by ~your-oceanic-eyes

Free by ~somenightowl

gypsy.She was just twenty and only a girl,
sharp like a knife, only a woman who knew
the pen is not always mightier than a sword.

She brought her family with her
in every fold of her sunset skirt, her careworn hands
eager for a new world, the Roaring Twenties, even

the name called her, barefoot with a warrior's soul.

She held her sister's hand on a vast ship, tight,
and never glanced back. She sailed the seas on
her high cheekbones, dark-lashed eyes

that looked into mine years after the world
heaved like Pangaea, after the names of her people
had changed, she looked into my unfamiliar

green eyes
and saw herself.gypsy. by =sunshinegypsy

collab with TwaRavenMotifs- part 2 by =deinktvis

What If, Serenity? :Contest Entry: by *Missvirginia

The Insanity of Reason in the Age of HistoryAs I was thinking these thoughts, I slipped on the slime of someone else's verse. Take out your eyeballs came the gruff voice of their own impossibility. Shutup I snapped back. O, I knew I had to get out of there. So with lungs flapping hard, I flew; I flew and I flew until I found, crouched down real creepy like on top of the clouds, my External Organs. They spat and they splattered their own awful oozes everywhere, as they conspired to consume the sun. My External Liver gave an impassioned speech: "We'll do it with a hovering confusion. It will vein its villainy through the air, like super slow lightening. When it's done, everyone's heart wThe Insanity of Reason in the Age of History by ~ExistenceWeSummonYou

Lucent EyesAutumn sat solemnly under the shade of an old oak tree. The air was cold and the atmosphere felt dead. Hundreds of crisp green and yellow leaves fell from above, some landing on her long orange hair. She picked them up and crushed them with her dainty hands. Their remains were scattered in the wind. Autumn grimaced as she watched the leaves flutter about. Suddenly, the light became dimmer as clouds overlapped and covered the ice blue sky.

Leaves rustled and branches began to shake. The ground beneath Autumn trembled. Thunder crashed like drumbeats and flashes of lightning danced above the trees. Leaves stopped falling. The wind had calmed itLucent Eyes by ~Oniksu

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Spring Contest

Distracted :Contest Entry:Curl, curl, curl like a spindle in a wet sun.
Take my eyes and my time.
Hide them in your mesmerizing tunnel.

I'll wait.

Don't ask me to leave.

I'll wait.

Wait.

I have no patience.

Curl, curl, curl like fabric out of a warm tunnel.
Take my eyes and my time.
Brandish yourself in the bright sun.

I'll wait.

Don't ask me to leave.

I'll wait.

Wait.

I have no patience.Distracted :Contest Entry: by *Missvirginia

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