

You.Sometimes I wonder: Are you lonely? Up thereYou.
on your golden throne?
Your subjects fluttering -
scared can't be much of a
company?
We are below you
I know, you think so but are you sure?
Or are you just
too proud to reach out
for
someone?
Sometimes I wonder: Are you lonely?
Up there?


Holiday RushI stood there panting, waiting in line to get into the express bus. I had had to run. When I took the time to notice my surroundings, I swore. Getting on the bus 2 stops later than I usually did wasnt the brightest idea of the century; especially not when the easter holidays were just about to start and half the world was going home. By bus of course.Holiday Rush
The express boat had arrived 5 minutes ago, carrying students from the city back home (to be fed proper food by mothers who carefully eyed the extra weight they all undoubtedly would have gained and pretended not to hear their two oldest children describing the past week


Tea-genesTea-genesTea-genes
The first weekly challenge of the "read more in March" initiative prompted deviants to find a new deviant and put them in the spotlight. Because of this the lovely =livingcomforteagle agreed to let me have a little interview with her, finding out some interesting things about her writing, dA and most importantly: does she drink enough tea?
On to question one:
Why did you join dA?
I was actually persuaded to join by my friend Blackie, whose deviantART is http://bblk.deviantart.com/ . We met originally through another website, and she knew that I wrote and figured I had some talent.


Childhood1.Childhood
I remember
my uncle painting our summer house
(I never knew what connection we actually had: everyone was cousins, aunts, uncles here) and my grandmother - we had some of them too ever baking, ever making
tea & lemonade.
2.
We pretended
to be captured princesses, swept away by an evil witch, who made us weed the roses,
and forbade us to pick the berries.
3.
The oldest always stole the neighbor's
apples cherries plums
they we


StarscarfStarscarfStarscarf
I remember just today, walking slow through quick city streets, hoping my eyes could shove smiles into the minds of the pretty people.
I found a chocolate house and inside, an old Dutch man
was talking business to a lovable little Asian girl who was very good at pretending she heard him.
Staring out the window with his face in his hands was a younger boy, who didn't bother to pretend.
Her and I said less than nothing in a handful of words and worlds turned.
I fell, gently,  


Her face Its the small changes you never notice. Sunday papers shrinking font size, Bovril made with yeast extract, your girls new highlights. The petty changes. After 5 years looking at her from the corner of my eye, youd think I would notice the change. It was on an indistinct Monday morning that I paused long enough to notice. Must have stopped to get a cig, or answer a call. Like I said, it was an indistinct Monday. Suddenly, her face was differHer face


pull out your pockets.Have you ever stolen something?pull out your pockets.
Have you ever stood in the middle of a friend's swamped room, the debris of their life all around you, books like stepping stones to what they do on Thursday nights, a cluttered desk like a hive of bees with their stingers lopped off? Did you watch them excuse themselves, ask you if you wanted anything to drink while they went to get their refreshment if you say water, they'll feel bad about grabbing a soda and chips, because their weight is always relative to yours, to their best friend's, to the world's, did you notice that passively as they walked off with their arms dangling off stringy,
by `arcipello
by £deviantWEAR
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I am just dropping a note of love and appreciation for your time and hard work so far in the Literature Spring cleaning!
Thank you so much for your efforts and enjoy the rest of the project!
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*Writers-Workshop
Hate Miscats? Why not consider a spot of spring cleaning?
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Support Literature! *The-Novelist-Club *Adopt-A-Writer *Prose-R-Us *WordCount *writersunknown *getLIT *litNEWS
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Art by prisoners [link]
All work is under copyright by the original author/creator.
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Also because I might feel the need to try strange French poetry one day
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We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to.
- W. Somerset Maugham
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always learning
member and
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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