Literature Feature

Apr 29, 201423 min read

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Published: Apr 29, 2014

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Hi, dear friends!

We decided to feature Literature pieces submitted to our group

though they are not many.

In no particular order:

Equals...“It's a real pleasure to meet you in person, master Elmar, after all those years of pursuing you…” the man murmured, circling around the table and scrutinizing his opponent with a slight smile. The most curious thing and the one that made him smile was that he spoke the truth. It really was a pleasure for once to see the face before him, not the caped and hooded back in the distance.
Perhaps he hoped to see some answers in that face… perhaps he just wanted to compare the image he had built in his mind with the reality. But the face provided no answers except the most obvious – it was a face of a politician as cautious and reserved as Gimilcar himself. The dark-gray eyes reflected nothing but an equal mixture of curiosity and respect, the same feelings as those Gimilcar felt reflected in his own face.
The pause after his words was becoming too long and uncomfortable when the elf nodded politely and replied:
“Just as much as it is a pleasure for me to Between Past and Future                  My little darling,
Yesterday I saw you in the mirror!
You were so angry that you're not growing-up faster, that you are so dependent on your family, that you don't know how love blossoms.
You were playing with sad words, trying to write a poem, to tell the world who you are and what you feel.
For a moment, I was tempted to smile, but suddenly I've realized how much I miss you and how much I want to be possible to meet you, even for a second,  in the time carousel.
There are so many things I want to tell you!
I want you to know, that it was a day when I've dreamed that I see in my eyes the smile of that child who I was once.
In a twinkling of an eye, vanished in my grandfather's photo.
One minute later, I grow-up...
It was a day, when I've dreamed that I see in my eyes that beautiful teenager, full of joy and happiness, who I was once.
In a twinkling of an eye, vanished Around the World in 80 DaysApparently, the world is flat. F
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The Hearts WayI remember the birth of my very first child,
The scene was pure chaos, the mother gone wild,
For the pain of the "delivery" was only but the start,
Of the journey that is laid out by societies cold heart,
Because a memory to treasure should be for more than a day,
Remember, convention chokes the soul; did not choose the hearts way!
The love had gone cold as the demands they piled up,
So I was often quite alone and drinking from a cold cup,
And I ran from the crime scene; I ran for my life,
I wanted a life of love and would not live in strife,
Because a memory to treasure should be for more than a day,
Remember, convention chokes the soul; could not choose the hearts way!
It was a grand evening with thousands of guests,
With talking for hours to those who truly are pests,
But the cost to the "real me" was so heavy to bear,
And the future seams "fragile" so why not take care?
Because a memory to treasure should be for more than a day,
Remember, convention chokes the soul; why not choo PoetreeNOTE: The poem should have the shape of a tree, but the new dA layeout messed it up. Please follow the link in the author's comments to see it in its intended form. Thank you!
                                         In darkness sweet I dream I sleep; my fate to wait till time is ripe
      A tender leaf curled in the seed,               an idea that would be freed
                              I dream of branches: branches tall; <i> Death of a ForestThe forgotten gods can't stand the light
where the shadows used to fall
The Death is called brother of Sleep, the last of the Free.
She calls the crows to the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank.
Sagrada Familia queuing to step down from heaven...
In every leaf, every tear
hidden hunter's remorse
Lost between hell and paradise, between time and space,
Immense silence after the ice has melted.
Unforget...
No echo of my footsteps... It's time to run away.
A heart of steel is always the weakest. Melody in My MindShhh...
Listen...
Do you hear it?
rustling trees,
buzzying bees,
summer breeze
someone's sneeze...
voice of street,
hearts that beat
people breathe,
then repeat
Rhythm set free:
one two three
one two three
hear the song
dance with me
There's melody in my mind
Magical melody, murmuring, moody
Musical mystical moving melody
There's melody in my mind
But shh....
Listen...
I'll tell you a secret.
I cannot sing.
Imagine that feeling.
Those tones frozen between your mind and mouth, that melody you can't express.
Imagine one of those songs that give you goosebumps, that clutch your heart and make you cry "Yes! Yes, that's it!"
Imagine you want to share it with everyone... but can't.
When you try to repeat the melody, it is off and quavers and screeches like nails on the board.
There's melody in my mind, and it wants to be heard, to be set free.
And so I paint.
The colors are my symphony.
I sound the violins of sky-blue, the lutes of green and drums of violet.
And so I write.
The words on pape Every Journey Has An EndingIf I would have nine lives,
maybe in one of them,
I would smile to a star called Desire,
which appears from time to time on the sky of an unknown planet,
to make life brighter.
With eight lives, I would think I'm so rich,
that I would be able to find that wonderful legendary golden dragon
and with generosity,
maybe he would protect me from emptiness.
With seven lives,
I would be so proud by my beauty,
that maybe I would forget
that you can not live so long without having a doubt.
With six lives,
I would turn the ashes of the Universe in diamonds
and maybe all known or unknown eyes,
would see the light.
With five lives,
maybe I would discover from where springing the rainbow
and I would catch roots
in a certain Tomorrow.
With four lives,
maybe I would be very selfish
and I would believe that my heart can sing
and that song could stop time passing.
With three lives,
I would dream that my insanity was cured
and maybe,
I would be able to learn to love.
With two lives,
I would start to appr   Wings Of GraceWhen everything comes alive
a sweet song surround my heart
and beyond the sadness and insecurity,
I start to fly on the wings of grace
calling the name of Joy.
Hoping that generosity of the Universe
will caress my soul and gentle will touch my hand,
I let my emotions to spread in a special dance
and like a beautiful dream of the beginning,
the colors bloom in the mystery of an unreal light.
I'm still flying and without fear,
I feel my wings translucent like a dragonfly
and in my ears, a pale voice whisper:
"Never call my name again because I'm always with you,
as long as you are able to fly over your pain
and find the miracle of Spring."

Chronic Fatigue Syndrome by Pieces-Of-My-Heart

Different Together - AAR 2011 by TeaPhotography

Infinitely by creativemikey

Funeral boats of summer by MirachRavaia

It Can't Rain All The Time by TeaPhotography

dA bug's story (read it below) by MirachRavaia

Lyrics for a Song Illustrated by me by marthig

Only A Dream by Pieces-Of-My-Heart

Tulipes en splendeur de leurs ombres by hyneige

Three Raven Brothers by MirachRavaia

So many Tears in her Eyes

So many tears in her eyes.
Just above her little cot,
The carousel moves alone:
The crying baby alerts mommy
Who does not understand what can happen.
Of transparent girls dancing
And their shadows are moving from one room to another.
Sometimes she converses with this little girl
With long braids, as a projection from the ceiling.
Children who run away through the walls,
Entities in the state of their horrible death.
Mirror beyond the parallel of elsewhere:
Alice trapped in the mirror of shadows.
In his room, the child in bed hiding,
Strong closing her eyes and puts her hands over her ears,
Not to see nor to hear these terrible things;
But she feels and senses them all around.
Frightened, she ran away from her room.
¨Can I come, I'm really scared ¨ she said
By taking refuge in the bed of her older sister
Or with her mother for her consolation.
Since she was a child that she, Maude,
Hears and sees these entities that make her afraid.
When that begun? She Le Monde a Quatre Pattes

Le monde à quatre pattes.
Petit bébé tu découvres à quatre pattes
Le monde où tu vas comme un petit automate,
Tu promènes sur le plancher ton déséquilibre
Et à la moindre surprise ton petit cœur vibre.
Ton monde s'établit à la hauteur de tes yeux :
Des jambes qui se promènent, qui vont et qui viennent,
Des pattes de chaise où l'on passe juste au milieu
Et au détour le nez d'une petite chienne.
D'abord hésitant, tu vas de plus en plus sûr,
Agrandissant toujours le cercle de ta ronde.
Tu es, bout de chou, grand explorateur de ce monde,
Pour toi aussi vaste que tout autour les murs.
Tu mémorises peu à peu ton entourage.
Tes expéditions te mènent au bord du danger :
Des armoires et des tiroirs bas à fourrager,
Grimper, descendre, des marches l'échafaudage.
Comme une petite locomotive à vapeur,
Tu vas de plus en plus vite, en volant presque.
Enivré par tes

As Below So Above by MirachRavaia

Cueillir la mer by hyneige

Also we have 2 birthdays this week

28, April

The Winds Start Blowing by Tigles1Artistry

Sacred Land.... by Tigles1Artistry

Parque da Pena by Tigles1Artistry

Corridor in Monserate Palace, Sintra, Portugal by Tigles1Artistry

LA VIE EN ROSE by Tigles1Artistry

Happy Birthday Isa by Tigles1Artistry

What A Wonderful World V by Tigles1Artistry

THE ALQUEVA REGION, PORTUGAL by Tigles1Artistry

Spring for You by Tigles1Artistry

Hand In Hand..... by Tigles1Artistry

29, April

canankk IV by antistarlykan

Gothic Beauty by Canankk

Saint by Canankk

I've Missed You by Canankk

Happy Holidays! by Canankk

The Lagoon by Canankk

Angel Of NY by Canankk

For Richard by Canankk

Working Girl Rapunzel by Canankk

Sweet Dreams by Canankk

Happy Birthday!!!

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