Member DD and DLD Feature: 14th September ~ 27th

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Firstly, let me mention a sad piece of news.:iconbetwixtthepages:,  betwixtthepages our lovely prompt lady, has chosen to leave the group so that she can better cope with the multitude of other things she has going on (and let’s face it, she has a lot). That being said, I’ve kept her piece in here because the DLD was received before she left. Of course, that also means we’re hiring again – check out the journal below for more details.
Hiring Again, Again, Again!Hello, Dear Members!
:new: Recently, one of our beloved Admin had to step down from her position. betwixtthepages was always so eager and helpful. She is a lovely deviant so be sure to let her know how grateful you are for her time with us.
However, this means we have a position to fill! If YOU would like to be the prompt blogger for PoeticalCondition than you're in luck!
Have you been looking for a more official way to become one of the faces of a dA group?
Have you been wanting to get more involved with the lit community?
Have you been hoping for a way to further spread love and support through features broader than personal journals?
Have you been dying for a chance to become a part of your favorite poetry groups Admin team?
If you answered 'yes' to one or more of the above questions, this is the blog for you!
Prompt Blogger Wanted!
>>> Position Requirements:
Okay, I'm going to break it down for you. I want someone who has a couple hours to dedicate to this group


Anyway, it’s me again, bringing you the round up of Daily Literature Deviations and Daily Deviations received by our members! Oddly enough, there are way more DD's than DLD's this time; isn't that great?
:iconcheerplz: Now, on with the show! :iconcheerplz:


First up: DLD’s
 
Saving Blurburry7:25 A.M.
MONDAY, JULY 25TH
    PASSWORD: |
        *******
LOGIN SUCCESSFUL. WELCOME BACK, DUMA.
    CONTINUE STAR SWEEP?
        YES/NO|
        YES
-----
NEW STAR CHARTED.
    NAME NEW STAR?
        YES/NO |
        YES
NAME: BLURBURRY
    ACCEPT NAME: BLURBURRY?
        YES/NO |
        YES
STAR NAME ACCEPTED. CONGRATULATIONS.
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UNKNOWN (7:55 AM): 07ga;hadgn;a132
UNKNOWN (7:59 AM): a;jgadn;47a;gdanns
UNKNOWN (8:08 AM): he00853llo
DUMA (8:25 AM): Who is this?
UNKNOWN (8:34 AM): hello, lady
DUMA (8:36 AM): No, really--who is this?
UNKNOWN (8:40 AM): i come in peace?
DUMA (8:43 AM): OMG seriously? Dr. Cortal told you guys to leave me alone.
UNKNOWN (8:48 AM): let me take you to my leader?
DUMA (8:57 AM): Get lost, jerk.
    MESSAGES DELETED; NUMBER BLOCKED
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by :iconbetwixtthepages:   Taches de vin    The first choice was the more favorable one, and they both knew it: to take the train out of the city. The last stop would be their first, a one-way ticket, and they would walk the rest of the way under the stars. The open country, European villages, friendly skies, and a dirt road.
    The second choice, although neither of them liked it, was one they both needed. They would skip their stars, the trek to the beach, and lunching at a roadside inn. No, they would part ways here, she pursuing her dreams of artistry and he searching for a permanent home for his typewriter. Their loft would empty, boxes slowly filling the one-story apartment, little room left for hard feelings. Over time, the smells of coffee and cigarettes would fade from the small space, leaving only a solitary wine-stain on the floor, representative of a relationship muddied by addiction and conflicting interests.
    "So this is goodbye," he would say, lifting his old Marcado from the floor. "I suppose it is," she
by :icontirasunil:

:thumb400630503: by :iconladyofsilver:

And now: DD’s

by :iconrussiantim:   time-spared drawers of dreamsi. someday the sight-starved
will find more than just the moon -
that i promise you.
we've seen all of what happiness
will never be and
like liquid stars in the milky way,
smiles will seep down
into the oceans of your laughter.
never mind what they said
about shady equilibrium;
it's only man's insecurity.
truth is, there is no
karma -
no rule, no eyes
watching over you;
just the forgotten remains of the
god that falls on us
every time it rains.
ii. someday, my dear,
those cranes won't just be
an exhibition of folded paper -
and those tears you cry now?
[which you hate so much?]
will leak into my arterial walls
and tell me they only tell stories of ecstasy;
we just have yet to realize.
love, it won't be long
till autumn will not be as forgotten
and between these
multiple shades of grey, will rest
the emptiness within yo[us]
and the broken smiles
of a shattered yesterday.
iii. grieve not, sweet traveler -
our draining journey has just begun.
and though you have been without comfort for s
by :iconyour-methamphetamine:

:thumb389508864:  by :iconriseandbe:   I do not like you poetsI do not like you poets
breathing into my sorry head
like the air hasn't been wasted a half-a-million times
folding up my lungs
to place them neatly into a wastebasket
how can you make me stop hurting
& then just leave me
a limp lettuce leaf
on the backside of some dirty napkin verse
I am not the jealous type
but I'm going to call up Melpomene & ask her where she's been
send her drunk texts
all night
because I'm too tired of filling up my skull
with cicada skins instead of led
while you make it all too easy
to sleep through a heartattack or two
my pygmalion, my god, my thing of legends
tell me
when you were being taught the siren's song
was I writing myself a migraine?
by :iconinsomniaplague:

Life on DisplayShe had grown up in a world
of coupon clippings, muffled ears
and tip toeing around broken glass.
Bruised feelings towards the world
that looked so narrow and thin;
Felt like a resolutely locked door.
Always grasping for the heavens
with a desire and ferocity
of piercing iron claws.
Dominating the skies with all the
bulk and majesty of a bird of prey.
Boxed in at one corner of a city;
dusty and forgotten.
Yet, always guaranteed to be visible
at night. Raging quietly through
the darkness like the last bit of embers
on the end of her stamped cigarette butt.
Artsy and upscale enclaves beckoned her.
Hidden oases of roasting coffee, hip music
and fresh-cut flowers. So unlike the barren
desert of chain convenience stores and dreary
apartment blocks she called home.
Beautiful young women
clink marble china together, bobbling
around each other like planets bobbling
around the sun; All struggling for recognition
and permanence. All the while, defiantly staring
into the face of the force that ga
 by :iconmedoriko:   ocean lungsyou weigh something like gravity
in my tired expanse. you are
sand;
(my once splendid mountain)
my love is the ocean
that has worn you down.
with my monstrous tongue,
i pulled you in.
as you fall,
sweeping peacefully into the depths
and filling each crevice,
i am learning to inhale shores.
some would say i'm suffocating
and bring me buckets of air (only to have it
escape my slippery grip).
no, the tides need something heavy
to make of her
a home.
by :iconhfeather53:

leap through eternityi will sink my teeth into a supernova
to let the stardust and
cosmos
slide down my parched throat and
wash over my intestines,
like a pebble
drowning in the sound--
by :iconghearradh:   by :iconayeaye12:

Black Widow IIaway
i'm going to break away
drain
      i'm
     in
    the
    drain
     of
      drains
       and
        slowly
         being
          spun
           downwards
          and
         downwards
        and
       downwards
      and
       down
          wards.
thirteen
Mom's rose garden grew beneath the steps, and I did too. They weren't aligned and it bothered me. I always tried to fight it but she would come down and lay her hand on my bare skin and whisper, "They aren't growing."
And I would be red like the roses and blue like the violets.
She grew beneath the steps too.
past
notlookingforthepastorthe f u t u r e   e       e       e          e              e
set
set down the lighter
put it down.
don't make it brighter.
I set the roses on fire.
ingenuity
she never knew I     them on fire.
              I set them on fire.
her hands on my bare skin and whisper,
they          aren't           growing
rose
by :iconaerode:


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Look out for the next feature in October!

Poka,
Jasmine

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Medoriko's avatar
Thank you for the feature :heart: