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Group Feature IV

Apr 5, 2016

Time for the 4th Group Feature! :D Sorry for the delay, some things happened in RL, but everything alright now :) FAQ: I'm not a member of the group, how come I got featured? The rules for this feature are that you comment with one of your own deviations, and one by someone else you feel deserves some extra attention ^^ The other person doesn't have to be a member. Next feature will be at 500 members, so if you want to get featured too be sure to invite your friends! ^^ :thumb329685839: :thumb595413707: :thumb574255390: :thumb524119440: :thumb596737647: :thumb590871046: :thumb592281772: :thumb558368817: :thumb525978862: :thu

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beauty is a state of mind by intricately-ordinary, literature

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beauty is a state of mind

forgiveness is the scent the violet leaves on the foot that stomped it; I am beautiful in remembrance: I am beautiful in a body two sizes too large, in eyes dilated with questions (eyes you cannot name; gray like the ocean, blue like the heart, green like the fever dream I cannot wake from) I am the hair of a lion, a wild thing, ignition upon tempted glance. I am the skin you cannot name, always fleeting; the chameleon you always see but never truly take in. and I know a boy carved of ivory sil

Changing by dragonfuture, literature

a minute in the spotlight by intricately-ordinary, journal

a minute in the spotlight

May 29, 2014

in which i perform a (not so) slam poem: :thumb435796363: it's still hard to talk about. [not shown-- me shaking as i walked offstage.] ps you guys i'm sorry i'm not responding to comments but i'm having issues with my dA again and i don't know if it's because my premium expired or because i'm really unadept at computers but i can't find any activity messages

121611.051414 by Adrienneknott, literature

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121611.051414

Laying down parallel with the land I'm still in sleep but understand That when I wake I'll move so slow To try and capture every small thought that passes through me When others are around i'm pulled out of my waking slumber so fast That I usually can't remember why I ever wanted the night to last so long Lately I am in between- I can't sleep And when the night is over Out in the sun I have shining thoughts of you and I cast a monumental shadow of the past That wraps around the world In the opposite way of the turning And I turn to the past In my mind I'm just sitting there in a tiny airplane And I'm moving so fast but so slow and I

accidental exposure by intricately-ordinary, literature

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accidental exposure

newton’s laws never applied to you. maybe tomorrow won’t come, and we will always be a few gestures short of decryption. maybe you are that glint on the edge of the horizon; intoxicated flirtation of a star, of a wish whispered into skin that cannot listen. I traced so many apologies into your spine; Dear Amy, my body is an empty bookshelf and I’m sorry I couldn’t give you a perfect ending. Dear Amy, you are more than the hands that hollowed you and made you quiet. Dear Amy, stunted emotional development is a blessing but I’m so scared I’ll hurt you I’m so scared I care about you, you’r

Features by UntamedUnwanted, journal

i've been staring at ceilings by XxLonerEyesxX, literature

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i've been staring at ceilings

i keep staring at the cracks in the ceiling, waiting for them to become something recognizable. but they're just cracks, & however long i stare, the tiny fissures stay random & unremarkable—with no meaning at all. i fall prey to the art of apathy. i often lie stoic & unmoving on my bed. thinking about how much it hurts—how it's just always been too impossible to let someone in. then there's you, with your cracked open heart and well-worn smile. a smile you use shamelessly when you're happy. & even when you're not. then there's those moments. the one's where i'm feeling like the most invisible person in the room, & somehow,

radiant by intricately-ordinary, literature

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radiant

I am shaking ligaments, tender machinations, unrealistic ideologies of an arbitrary cynicist. [gaps between human sympathy are toxic; breathing is a chore. there is a careful warmth in the combined effort of necessity's unwanted side effects.] we are the forgotten. we are the tangled limbs and childhood stories for a more sensitive future; we are the longing, we are the limitless. we are measured in the people we touch; and I will love you in the UV light of hide and seek paranoia. I love you in the red shimme

unarticulated by intricately-ordinary, literature

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unarticulated

tonight I ask myself: where are you going with all these names in your pockets? syllables that taste unauthentic in the desperate American mouth. repression is a series of images golden streetlights blinking pedantically earthbound angels breathing flame, starving hands speaking in tongues, glazed eyes asking are you fucking okay pale skin becoming moonlight, reflecting and refracting and the quiet understatement of listless lips. mutual poison.

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