Words Rule.

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Literature Feature.  Lots of words running amok in this journal!

I want to start with a piece from :iconthelunalily:

Elegy     The oracle gave me a fortune cookie that was as stale as her smile when she wished me good luck with the rest of my life. I came here for answers, but the words on the paper read, "Get used to disappointment."
Oh, I am. Bitterly.
     I am writing you an elegy, but the trammels of grief have caught me too well and my words are all stutters.
Answers are needed. I stepped in melancholy somewhere along the way, it's still stuck to my shoes and I don't even know who I am anymore.
I can't forget the pain and I can't remember how to live.
     Mnemosyne, I brought a backpack filled with empty plastic bottles, in the hopes that I may fill them with your waters of remembrance. Won't you help a girl out? I'm a good person, I'm trying to re-cycle! Don't turn away.
Lethe, might I fill some with your waters of forgetting? It's instant Karma and I'm in need of oblivion.
I am losing my mind, little by little

 Some prose from :iconofonesoul:

Disillusioned
"You girls need a ride?"
October looked up, letting her eyes stray from the gravel beneath her feet. She had been walking along the highway for so long she had started counting her steps to pass the time, hoping that when she finally looked up she would see civilization. Abigail ran to the truck driver's passenger door, haphazardly pushing past October as if she had never ridden in a vehicle before.
October glared at the driver's soiled clothes, greasy hair, and crooked teeth. She imagined his smell which made her gag uncontrollably. It was as if his unkemptness was setting off red flags in her head: "Never talk to strangers. And never accept rides from hillbilly truck drivers in the middle of nowhere."
"Where are you headed?" Abigail questioned playfully. Even though she was a few years older than October, it seemed to make her more reckless than wise. Before the driver had the chance to wheeze whatever location in Kansas he was headed to, October yanked the sultry temptress to


A wonderful poem by :iconhfeather53:  Seriously one of my favorites.

flightless words and paper heartsearly mornings drizzled with requiems
for the dreams I didn't have
leave me hollow,
weightless,
and weighted
all at once.
the hollow resides in my bones -
I nestle my head in ungracious knees
and wrap
loose gripped arms around me.
but heat never finds me,
never graces my
weak spine with a kiss
and I ache.
my head is full of weightless
as words mull and lose their meaning.
and I write.
and I write.
but, flightless words look ugly
when they crash into my paper
after spilling from
empty bones.
and weighted eyes strain to see
fighting, blinking,
attempting to lure words with
strings that dangle fish hooks
down the back of my throat.
my voice is scarred, my eyes are tired,
and I wonder what they whisper
when they catch you in their stare.
because my brain is keeping secrets from me -
  I can't remember the dreams
  that bruise my womb
  and punch out my paper heart.
but when nightmares aren't separated
from dreams in your vocabulary,
maybe you deserve a mind
of deceit
and a he

Check out this crazy good visual poetry by :iconsammur-amat:



A beautiful, romantic free verse by :iconlupus-astra:



An emotional free verse from :iconrecoloringlife:




and to finish this journal, I give you a piece by :iconbark:




I hope everyone had a good weekend!




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:shamrock: "I had a very wonderful weekend. I love the displays here too." :shamrock: :)