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| She simply wanted to help them. But the town thought her a witch. Would she find a place where she belonged? You can read the other works here: [link] Well worth it! |


HauntedUnderneath the shattered moon She works her magic strange With spider webs and steel guitars She plays a wicked strain.Haunted
Howling to the moon tonight He will relive his fateful state Bursting from his mortal form He hunts for his new mate
They trail along the deaden path With furry feet and blackened wings
Blood is what they crave this eve In our nightmares they do sing
The wind that whips around us now Speaks of the dead's delights Of ghosts who wander another way Passing through our line of sight
Meeting in a place so d


Commanding Mimi"Tripping along with silver strings." This puppet master blithely singsCommanding Mimi
"Pull one once, watch her dance. Pull it thrice, she's in a trance."
Her body is no longer her own, Her soul she traded for seeds she sown.
With eyes of shattered glass She sees your future, not your past
"There is no rest for the good, Their dreams are the wicked one's food"
So they tell her when she rest in sleep Her head hung low, she breathes in deep
Good riddance she wishes to bid Doing her master's will she must instead.
Digging her ow


Dissection of MimiHer fingers drumming out An impatient tuneDissection of Mimi
She will not wait For you
Your ignorance apparent In the eyes of the moon
She finds it Appalling
Her mouth says words You need not hear
She thinks it is Shameful
Her body dances
To music she fears
She has conspired Alone
Your strength she sees As only dust
She blows it Away
Her hands clinched tight Struggle is a must
She cannot begin Believing
Your trust you gave To yes


Tell-tale MimiInsolent Ignorant InsipidTell-tale Mimi
Her innocent words Lays bear your lies Stripping away your alibis
Beguiling Beckoning Beseeching
Her innocent eyes See your true self Dissolving ways to satisfy
Controlling Comparing Censoring
Her innocent hands Find your buried sins Tracing white jagged trails
Justified Jaded Jealous
Her innocent ears Hear your whispered cries Breaking down hammered walls
Sagacious Sincere Sane
Her in


Melting of MimiHer heart you cannot toy with Her mind knows of this game Her eyes see the inside of you Her hands feel of your painMelting of Mimi
She keeps a book of shadows Her fears are written there Upon the elusive pages Her words do her ensnare
A helping hand has beckoned His fingers speak the truth The walls of her prison to crumble Revealing the dreams of her youth
A wondrous smile upon her lips His whispered words she hears Calling to her; she listens Her soul sheds no new tears
Forgotten is the Joker of hearts The player of a petty ga


Beckoning MimiUnassuming the masses mull In lives so frightfully dullBeckoning Mimi
Never knowing that to see your face The glowing stars have fallen from grace
A haunted heart your smile warms Of you her thoughts now swarms
Once so lost in a place forlorn With gracious words, she is now adorned.
Her hands she opens filled with her dreams Her eyes are shining like loving beams
Her fate you hold in your hands She will bow only to your demands.
Will you accept her offerings tonight Bathed and beckoning in moonlight?


Shattering MimiBroken Her body sits up on a shelfShattering Mimi
Crushed Her heart is kept in a box
Defective Her hands cant hold you
Beaten Her legs fell to the floor
Spent Her energies no longer directed
Fragmented Her dreams will not prostrate
Demolished Her room once pristine
Crumbled


The Ruse of MimiShe came to me the other night Dressed in a white shroud upon her hips I could tell I was in trouble By the smile that graced her lipsThe Ruse of Mimi
Watch your dreams fade Watch them trickle, ripple away.
The gleam in her eyes shined so bright Masking her feelings of malcontent
Her fingers caressed a string of black pearls Her movements most decadent.
Sing her songs softly Sing her deadly lullaby.
One by one she counted them Showing me my greatest flaws. I watched them fall to the ground Shattering into shapes of claws. &n
She's twisted and cruel, wicked and wanton. She plucks the heart of every thing living, examining everything we wish would stay hidden. She is the epitome of both good and evil lurking in every soul. Mimi has been one of the most influencial characters I have ever created. The more I learn about her; from her, the more I see the world through different eyes. And now it is her turn to shine. Contest for the cover design now open. Details can be found here: [link] |
| So many favorites.. so little time... Got to love the talent around here. |


February Haiku 09-1- flakes flitting in the wind the swallows are far from homeFebruary Haiku 09
-1.5- clothes fly by the dryer window, backgrounds in a Roadrunner cartoon
-2- trees paint their nails; everyone else wears gloves
-3- frozen pavements, streets wrapped in cling film
-4- crumpled tissues the remains of a snowman
-5- virgin snow trampled by a girl in hot pants
-6- cryptic crosswords and newsprint; not everything is black and white
-7- buyin


Winter HaikuwrimoFrost covered blades, deer dine in pale light.Winter Haikuwrimo
Concerto of crunches, meadow wakes,
sunrise.
Trees dusted, cold, white carpet -
Winter morning.
Hand thrown seeds wait for birds squirrels come.
Icy fingers creep under doors, through sills chill finds me.
Moonlight's glow grass shimmers illusions of white.
Tree tops sway, windy day.
Birds sing, squirrels play, Spring preview.
Hot or cold indecisive


HaikuWrimo 20081. Gray drops cover her eyes, gently blurring the proud delphiniums.HaikuWrimo 2008
2. Incarnadine leaves fall, brush sanguineous trunks, coloring gray sidewalks.
3. Peach daiquiri walls melting under
lazy mandarin sun.
4. Four leaves, fall down on your hair blend in naïve ginger.
5. Floating isles of white spots rest by beige shores; my numbing Dead Sea.
6. Mahogany chairs stand pressing against bloody cherry wood table.
7. Waves crash on her skin &nb


February HaikuWriMo 200901/02/2009 sparrows greet forget-me-not blue sky aboveFebruary HaikuWriMo 2009
02/02/2009 l'art pour l'art rhythm and rhyme hangover
03/02/2009 grey blankets settling on mountains like sadness
04/02/2009 windows of the soul hung with heavy curtains never to be drawn
05/02/2009 fluttering handful of warmth guarding your heart
06/02/2009 "prison break inspiration on the run"
07/02/2009 sky touches earth touches sky... puddle fragments
08/02/2009 sharp moonbeam


Haikuwrimo Winter 2009--Done1.Haikuwrimo Winter 2009--Done
Snowflakes soak in the orange glow of lights on the A12 road.
2.
Cold moths flutter through the open window, melting on carpet.
3.
Frosted clouds become grey and grow wrinkles.
4.
Music shakes
snow off the trees,
damping my footsteps.
5.
Casting flecks of ash onto whitecotton snow.
6.
my footsteps fall muddied and wet.
7.
Air cools the ashtray in my mouth.
8.
moon sinks


Haikuwrimo '09 : Complete1.Haikuwrimo '09 : Complete
clouds in my coffee things happen in a cafe a stranger in love
2.
white blossoms of snow cold on the pink of your lips frozen winter's smile
3.
a pristine chapel the sky wept cotton ball tears you and I were one
4.
chilled margarita dangled in butterfly hands taste of bitter tears
5.
cold toes stretch towards mine i curl away towards more warmth sun-kissed on my back
6.
rifle of your love fine-fettered thing that once shot barr
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| As most know, the lit community is my home, my love, my passion here on DA. To show my support, each week a new writer will be highlighted here. `GeneratingHype There are very few writers who come our way that can touch everyone they know. Bill is one such person. He is a brave man who isn't afraid to write about what is happening in his life. If you are not familiar with him or his work, checking it out is a must. Invictus [link] When they start talking months, well--you know it's pretty bad. They have charts and graphs, shiny pictures on a projection screen, and cute little pointer-pens to highlight Area A and Mass B. They discuss the odds quietly, as if afraid to tempt Fate, and make strange suggestions along the lines of affairs and order. All the while, you listen. You listen, and listen, and try to smile when they do. The hand atop yours is tight, and white, and you kiss the knuckles to keep it calm. You can feel tears through the skin, though they haven't yet fallen, and you nudge a shoulder with your own. Chin-up, you say without saying. Chin-up. It's all going to be okay. And then you're in the car staring out windows. The hand is still with you, but the other is on the wheel, and his eyes are on the road. He's afraid to speak, and so are you, but you both slide smiles when you think it's most appropriate. You park, open the door, greet the humidity: It looks like rain. Elevator buttons, savvy music, locking doors. You sit on the bed, he at the desk, and stare at ceilings. Eventually, one of you gets hungry. You move. You wash your face. He shaves and changes his shoes. The car feels far away, so you settle for the lobby--the overpriced halibut in the hotel restaurant. Dinner is taken in swallows--silence, fish, wine. You try to think of something to say, but everything feels inadequate. In the interest of buying time, you order dessert though you know you're not hungry. We should go for a ride, he says, when you get back to the room. We should go somewhere. We should do something. Let's do something. You agree because futility doesn't offer many options. Yeah. Let's go, you say. Let's go out. We can't sit here all night. And you drive, and find a coffee shop, and listen to off-Beat poetry. You stop somewhere for a few drinks, though you can only finish one. It's dark now, and highway lights drown the words you really can't say--not yet. You take a shower as soon as you get back, and it's a little too warm, but you don't mind. It's the first thing you've felt since three in the afternoon. He's already in bed reading a book. You turn down the covers, neglect your own title, and find his ribs with your fingertips. I love you, you say, because it's the only thing you have left. I know, he says, kissing your forehead. I love you, too. You make love because you must. You sleep because you're out of options. And when you wake up, it's a new day. It's a new day, and it's yours. If you know of a deviant who could use some love, please send me a note |
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| Each week I will be featuring an artist that I have taken a particular shine to. So may be well known, others, more obscure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~*************~~~~~~~~~~~~ *Severflame This guy has sexy girls nailed to a "T". From fan art of some of animations most sensual characters to his own OC's, his drawing have got it going on. He has also captured characters like Zim and Jimmy Neutron, and is developing his own comic. Personally, I love the bright, vibrant colors he brings to the table. Mrs.Jessica Rabbit ![]() Amy Miyamoto:The Kunoichi ![]() Guess Who Mini Game ![]() 4000 Kiriban: Sailor Geauga ![]() Nerdtron in Love ![]() If you know of one you think deserves some spotlight, let me know via note. |
| The Muses, individual in their quest for understanding where they belong. Together, they strive to keep their Mistress Indie sane. Chronicles of their actives can be found here: [link] TC-Timeless Muse: He is the oldest of the Muses, with the weighty responsibility of keeping in tune to his Mistress' whims. Serious and devoted, he is the appointed peace keeper and voice of reason among the Muses ![]() Drawn by =eleoyasha SCARLETT-Death and Seduction Muse: The trouble maker of the group, she delights in tormenting her twin and flirting with TC. Decedent and obtrusive, she shows no shame for any of her actions. She pretends to be oblivious to everything around her... but? ![]() Drawn by ~NekoAiTorankusu KAIRIE- Muse of Short Stories Twin sister the Scarlett, these two are as different as different get. While Scarlett is wild, free and flirty, Kairie stands as the voice of reason. She inspires her mistress in her short story endeavors, and occasionally will let Scarlett help her out. She and TC are very close. ![]() Drawn by- =elicoronel16 TRUE-Muse of the Inner Soul: Shape-shifting into whatever form his Mistress deems necessary at the time, he is the only one who can reach her at her darkest moments. From a future unknown to others, he alone knows what events are to take place. Roaming the halls of the mansion, his heart and soul belong only to Indie. ![]() Drawn by =Lumaris ![]() Done by =elicoronel16 MIMI-Muse of Darkness and Chaos: Even more destructive and confusing than any of her counter parts, she alone has been able to cross over from the bounds of poetry and prose, infiltrating the deeper subconscious. Ever enigmatic, she can change her appearance and that of everything surrounding her. Problematic and intrusive, her intentions are unknown and her presence- unwelcome. ![]() Drawn by *Ecmm Enemies, or so they seem, they have come from the same time and are connected in some way. Only time will tell what these two muses are up to. TRUE AND MIMI ![]() Drawn by =Luvelia MELODY-Musical Muse Her favorite place is at the piano, a place where she can get lost in the music of her mistress' soul. Sad, but outspoken, she feels her lack of involvement acutely. Desiring to regain her place among the muses, she released True originally, becoming his keeper of sorts. They still share a close bond. ![]() Drawn by =Lumaris (more to come) |
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| What is a Daily Deviation and How to suggest one:FAQ #61: What is a Daily Deviation? And [link] Who's who around here: FAQ #18: Who selects the Daily Deviation and how is it chosen? What is considered News? FAQ #687: What is news and what is not news? Reporting Abuse/Harassment: FAQ #238: How do I report people for abuse, harassment, or another issue I may think is a violation? How to Submit News Articles: FAQ #209: How do I submit a news article? |
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