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lines of distinction by DPSmistress, literature

Glass Barrier by DPSmistress, literature

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Here. by DPSmistress, literature

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Here.

Red revolution. Pouring, slicking, devouring rapture. Watch the silent protest. You weren't alone, but you sure as hell are now. [Pain is irrelevant. ] Bricks smother the hazy glow. The smoke is so curly tonight, but I haven't the time. Inhale it. [Fear is redundant. ] Change all you want; turn the bloody world upside down; the clock is still ticking. Even martyrs aren't given a second chance. [Numbers are a man-made invention, m'friend. ] Come cool your throat with this momentary sensation. Keep ignoring the softness of her skin to your hand. Don't worry, the moment will pass. [History: the fa

He does. by DPSmistress, literature

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He does.

He always satisfies me. Breaking zealously the chords of a hyped lust for skin sliding off, he jars my center to life; writing me the pages to a successful climb. Granted, he never instigates; he awaits my building-block-flavored longing to dominate me into his accompaniment. He lies patient and receiving; docile to the touch he beckons. I can play my 5-legged spiders over his entirety, bottle the moans I enhance from his depths to be preserved, to let every pair feel our night. Pulling him taut a tad here and there, then testing his throbbing reaction, I know he is ready for my every move. No sir, my piano never fails me.

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Optional. by DPSmistress, literature

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Optional.

It could feel so good; soft embrace, that clingy, zealous and refreshing freedom that secures the minimum together visage. No ground left to break, just another never-ending sky I'll never feel the supposed spasm of in my fingers, but at least I wouldn't waste a rung pretending I could get there. A vanishing speck, indeed. An auspiciously esoteric one who's flashlight went dead in the forest; naturally, only adaptation could ensue. Just because I'd have no guilt does not mean I'd be blaming anyone; fault, that archaic concept whose meaning brings back that momentary sensation of useless passion. But no, I was more innovative

Returned and re-removed. by DPSmistress, literature

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Returned and re-removed.

Purity like candle wax on tossed- out drafts of grueling thoughts. The embankment of that blissful warmth and tender reactions of a rough reactant. Sweet nectar of forgotten paradise, dripping along the throat to the sound of pecked morsels along my thigh. A breach, a catch of the body but fall of the stomach and an old voice that comes alive when tears are left cold.

Supreme nausea. by DPSmistress, literature

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Supreme nausea.

Computer paper, water fountain, porcelain like bathtubs – teeth; projectionary submission. - It clicked. - One Mississip

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Persephone by TheLateGatsby, literature

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Persephone

It wasn’t my fault. I was sitting on an iron throne when I set down my Iron Crown I saw you dancing overhead. So I stole you away. You shouldn’t have danced so well. Then the ground matched my crown. And your mother came shrieking for me It was cold on the surface, almost as cold as down here. But you ate a pomegranate- tasted from my garden. And now you have to stay with me, at least every once in a while. Shed that wrap, put on the shroud And make my hell a heaven.

takes her lesson by Sperpy, literature

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takes her lesson

The buildings were bowing as far as their lightning rods would allow them, laying their pot plant leaves before my feet, amidst the donkey's traffic grunt. I had been given my messiah, wedged between two glossy slips of cardboard. I'm too shy with strangers to say no; I gained faith thanks to the selfless persistence of a ten year old. Except when I closed my eyes I saw only momentary multi-hued memories on the back of my lids. But that's okay, that's okay, I had a smile on my face and god in my hand. I opened my eyes to: eager profit prophecies dangled as neon halos, perched to guide imprudent eyes - since when were i

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entropy

A. Anonymous affairs. Danny lied, and gave birth in sheet metal. Darla danced, and withered in one pose until her toes cracked. Eventually, not far after, both sat and sipped in silence. One hour passed, and two after that. Finally something called toward a heeled shoe that waits in sand, red and curved, one tipped and one right. In a garden of things dead, a swing sways, and bricks leap from walls. Darla dug a hole here, and Danny soaked in soil six times deeper than usual.

A Change of Plans by ClimbingUpWalls, literature

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A Change of Plans

Zephyr's brow was furrowed as she sat on her bed, stooped over a physics textbook and a pad of graph paper. Her open notebook, the textbook, the pad, and her calculator made a semi-circle around her, caging her between them and her bed's headboard. The answer seemed to be buzzing around right over her head, yet it was still too high up to hit her. Not finding any clues in the textbook, she switched over to her notes, leafing through the pages for some sort of rarely used equation that even professional physicists probably never had to know. Zephyr's eyes locked on to an equation she vaguely remembered upon sight and referred back to the p

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About DPSmistress

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Oct 22
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I'm all about the poetry, physics, and writing in science. Oh, and I'm a super math junkie.

Current Residence: Rochester, NY
Operating System: Anything but Vista.
Personal Quote: 'I'm not an American; I'm a New Yorker.'

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Labs, paper, legs, open minds, makeup, paint and cameras.

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Being alive.

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DPSmistress

Jun 16, 2008

What lures you most to deviantART?

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Sharing your work with others.

Reading/viewing the work of others and admiring it.

Critiquing the work of others.

The forums.

The shoutbox.

dAmn.

Zomg, all teh hawties in this dating service up in herrr!!

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DPSmistress

Jun 16, 2008

A whole summer later -

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and here I am, folks.  Back, at least for the summer, and I'm going to try and get some things going again and hopefully work on bringing this community together again in the writing sector. You can thank/blame xiooua (https://www.deviantart.com/xiooua) for bringing me back. Oh, and the sweet Mr. abecedary (https://www.deviantart.com/abecedary) gave me this subscription because he is just too much. If any of you writers I knew from back in the day want to help me in any way you or I think you can, please note me.  I really want everyone to get involved; when everyone's involved, everyone's invested, and the community will take care of itself a bit more rather than constantly having to be revitalized by

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DPSmistress

Jun 8, 2007

mmh-mmh summer.

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I'm doing research at my school this summer in the physics department.  Its pretty awesome. TheLateGatsby (https://www.deviantart.com/thelategatsby) is coming to see me Sunday night, and I can't wait.  We're celebrating our second anniversary on Monday and I'm still trying to figure out how I went through the rest of my life without him.  I think there was a film covering up all the really good stuff. I feel like my poetry has died.  All this prose writing seems to dumb it down back into me.  The good news about it all is that my novel has a more exciting direction, now, but I have so many questions about it. I miss deviantART, but I don't have the time or patience like I used

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cwedmart

May 23, 2015

I miss your contributions.

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Mar 28, 2011

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mechadragon

Nov 6, 2010

some of us crawl from the gutter
and though we are covered in muck and sludge that has been tossed there we still push our hand to create
creation is not spell check not dotting the I's or even crossing the T's
it simply is
unless your an art or writing student

reivax

Aug 7, 2009

Been a while. Remember me?

Evenin'

so where have all the good poets gone around here?

Indigo-Streetlight

Dec 9, 2008

Are you super-interested?