I cannot pretend to write for anyone but myself. This account is for such useless literary prattle.
is my main account.
Werewolf Considering Human FormThis is the pinnacle of man: naked industry and lonelinessWerewolf Considering Human Form by everystupidstar
and I cannot fathom the survival of the species--
even if I am one of them (for some of the time, at least).
Clandestine OpportunityYoung love, isn’t it romantic?Clandestine Opportunity by everystupidstar
Isn’t it such a—clandestine opportunity,
you used to whine at me while
digging your fingers into the hollow spaces
between my ribs and holding on as if
the world was coming to an end nightly
and I was your fallout shelter.
And some mornings, I awoke to you
splayed beneath the sheets, an easy victim
of clandestine opportunity.
You made your bed for me to lie in,
but I grew tired of lying and then just tired.
And as suddenly as we began, there were no more
hollow spaces where you could fit your fingers.
Just skin. And bone. And familiarity.
So, I searched for romance in the coffee grounds,
strained to hear the clandestine opportunity in your
breath as you slept and the world came slowly to an end.
Star by star, it peeled away the hours until morning came
and I was the one splayed upon the bed,
clutching the last shreds of moonlight in my palm.
A Feature full of LOVE Let's start with some words that I adore.A Feature full of LOVE by prettyflour
I am participating in HaikuWriMo this year and it has been so much fun! Here are some wonderful Haikus!
I updated my own Haikus today. In this one, I added three new haikus all in the genre of romance to celebrate Valentine's Day!
Haiku Bingo by prettyflour
Now for some beautiful Photography!
and some crazy good Digital Art:
Coyote's FirefliesA pregnant moon lounges, smiling,Coyote's Fireflies by TwilightPoetess
in an ink-dark sky.
Coyote watches fireflies
dance across the breeze,
listening as they complain.
"Moon Mother's so pretty;
I want her to see me!"
so I can see you!"
But firefly light is unstable
and little bugs get swept away
with the smallest move.
With strained eyes
and a tired heart,
Coyote tries for weeks
to keep the fireflies
"Look at Moon Mother,
little flame friends!
Night after night,
she is constant;
why can't you be?"
Coyote heaves a sigh
and little fireflies,
burning and blinking and caught on his breath,
trail up, up, up...
"Little bugs, little bugs,
I can't see you at all!"
Coyote cries, squinting at the sky,
but the moon,
glowing at full term,
is too bright to see around.
"Moon Mother, Moon Mother,
you are too bright!
Why don't you go home,
get off your feet for one night?
Let my firefly friends
take over your light!"
But Moon Mother doesn't reply.