Shop Mobile More Submit  Join Login
About Literature / Hobbyist swansistersFemale/United States Groups :iconvicious-verse: vicious-verse
we must integrate the shadow
Recent Activity
Deviant for 5 Years
Needs Core Membership
Statistics 327 Deviations 3,339 Comments 16,481 Pageviews
×

Random Favourites

Literature
effort
I have tried and tried
to love you,
to pluck my feelings
into a riotous swell of emotion
like plucking a song
from a superfluity of strings.
but my heart is not a harp.
I have tried and tried
to draw out something sonorous,
resonant, beautiful,
from its chambers, but all I can manage
is a desperate clanking,
an occasional mechanical groan.
I have no aria to show
for my efforts,
no concerto or orchestral score
or opera;
all I have is a blinding headache
and a hopeless exhaustion.
I was not built for this.
:icontoxic-nebulae:toxic-nebulae
:icontoxic-nebulae:toxic-nebulae 24 24
Literature
Peculiar
He takes a peculiar interest in my feet
when I wear flip flops;
perhaps it matches my peculiar
fascination with his hands.
The lopsided smiles on the flats of my Sanuks
correlate the one tugging my mouth,
but I quirk an eyebrow instead
and perhaps I'm a little less sheepish
about studying his slender phalanges.
:iconSilverInkblot:SilverInkblot
:iconsilverinkblot:SilverInkblot 17 17
Literature
Winter was never my favorite season.
It’s 3:05 a.m.
and I am thinking I just
made you up to hurt myself.
Remember last winter:
they blamed the snow in our hands
for our blue flesh,
ocean snow settled
where they used to swim.
It’s 10:33 in the morning
and I am winter.
I am ice;
snow and sunrise;
chilly mornings from another time.
Tales of my winter heart
beckon like a big, flashing,
neon sign that says steal compass,
sail north,
and disappear.

It’s 4:15 p.m.
The snowfall is so silent.
I know a place where
even the crickets can’t be heard,
winter air choking
every
silence.
It was a cold,
winter morning when you left:
when we realized it was a different kind of cold
caused by 3mm of distance
between our fingertips.
This is about forgetting your silence
and my vague memories.
The weatherman didn’t fail me –
when love grows cold,
ice shards crystalize on the black
lake surrounding my heart.
:iconSilverInkblot:SilverInkblot
:iconsilverinkblot:SilverInkblot 36 24
Literature
Autumn was my first love.
October, I follow you -
from the magic lights of New York
to moonshines in Georgia,
until the colors dissolve.
The anxious poetry of autumn
made a memory of me.
Here’s to things I take for granted:
September blues,
chasing airplanes,
country road thunderstorms.
Unspoken words, unwritten ideas.
October, I follow you;
I thought I saw you on the shore
where the river runs through gold
on the last boat leaving the city of a hundred spires -
or perhaps Pittsburgh
(it was the lights I guess).
Here’s to the things we leave behind:
sunbeams in November,
letters addressed to no one,
poems, wounds, dead birds.
I’ve got that summertime sadness.
Maybe you’re gonna come back;
we’re changing our ways, taking different roads
and loneliness knows me by name
but October, I follow you;
without you I’m a winter heart,
a love story you don’t want,
a November shade of grey hunting ghosts
in cities that sleep inside our heads.
You told me you lied the night you kiss
:iconSilverInkblot:SilverInkblot
:iconsilverinkblot:SilverInkblot 75 63
Literature
Southern Belle - 6
She is the Roman
I wait upon
her pale skin
olive'd, pressed dark
beneath my thumb;
a black print
against her father's brow-
I am oppressed
by her presence.
:iconvespera:vespera
:iconvespera:vespera 9 12
Literature
vicious cycle
the pain from your scars
is not a reason to leave
the same marks on me.
i am not a doll
but i am not a liar
i won't be like you.
you will take the fall
and i will follow after.
tell me which hurts more.
:iconzwecat:zwecat
:iconzwecat:zwecat 2 0
Literature
paper lantern
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
landing on my face, the remnants of dying stars
with a jolt i respond to the crack
anxieties swarming but kept at bay
as the erosion in the sky is streaked with heaven’s light
or maybe a drop of it we emulated
precious and temporary
to give ourselves a little taste.
plumes of sulfur
following the current, forming a demon of smoke
that twists against its binds and bares its teeth
at me.
i stare into its eyes and it is washed away.
saturn watches.
or at least that’s what i pretend as i lay belly up
with my head pressed into the stiff ground.
i watch.
and for all of this dutiful observing, i lit no firecrackers
not a
single
one.
because i tasted magic in the air.
sweet and sticky and awe inspiring, as cherished hopes
and sudden epiphanies
came to light with the falling,
smoldering embers
and i feared being behind the scenes
would rob that moment from me.
there was a single calm display
that showed no colors, and made
no noise
but rose higher than my
:iconzwecat:zwecat
:iconzwecat:zwecat 5 3
Literature
fate
fatalism stalks me.
its chalky finger-bones
scrabble at my windows,
greedy to pry panes
and rend gaps—
mouth agape
to vent its algid breath.
conjured,
like a voodoo zombie
of the bayou,
by pious disciples
to the temple of matter.
they strain to evade
the burden of their choices,
worrying at the knots of destiny
and scattering dust
to fill in our footprints.
in a sly reversal of legerdemain,
they entice hands from rudders,
with their relentless mantra:
"free will is illusion!"
but illusion is smoke,
and stars still burn in my chest.
not nebulae, but hard points and brilliant.
I pass through them,
burning the fog from my eyes.
and the keeper of moments floats
unmoved,
exhaling the froth of promise.
snail-shell bubbles cling
in a filigree of paths—
potentials erupting in eternity.
and see! we are there:
perched at the cusp of the moment,
where only the genius of souls
can weave that formless foam
into the intricate lace of history.
:iconRetroZombie:RetroZombie
:iconretrozombie:RetroZombie 165 67
Speak to me by jennystokes Speak to me :iconjennystokes:jennystokes 63 25 Cokerels by jennystokes Cokerels :iconjennystokes:jennystokes 38 15 Enigmatc Silence by samaelclayman Enigmatc Silence :iconsamaelclayman:samaelclayman 21 4
Literature
The Morning After a Bad Night
by LJ
    The day's forecast: Heat, rain, heat. Muggy with a hint of drama.
    Because she allowed no smoking in her apartment, they both sat on the porch to get their tobacco-fixes.
    Yolanda flicked an ash toward the mud the complex's sprinklers caused.
    "I can't stand it when they water in weather like this," she said.
    Danny was slow to reply. He sat in the heat the indoor air conditioner directed outdoors.
    It was uncomfortable, but he wanted to smoke and sat there anyway.
    "Yeah," Danny said. "Yeah. It's a waste of water."
    "No. It's just really dumb and inconvenient. We've got plenty of water here."
    "So do we, further north. It's still a waste of water. Admit it, Yo Yo."
    Yolanda ignored what Danny said.
    "You done yet?" she said. "I can smoke two cigarettes while you fool with one."
    "You're mainly smoking paper with that crap you use," Danny said. "With a zeppelin you get only tobacco and wouldn't be coughing up paper crap the way you do. It's ea
:iconxlntwtch:xlntwtch
:iconxlntwtch:xlntwtch 11 31
Literature
The Other Memorials
by LJ
    Nobody knew the name of the first kid who went down that ski slope at dawn.
    Everybody knew who the girl was, though.
    But it was the original snow kid who was the important one to the other kids.
    He was the one who went down Devil's Run during off-season, in deep snow, on a toboggan instead of skis. He went down head first, and gained not only the attention of everyone who saw him, particularly the town kids, but also the ski patrol.
    "We've gotta get the crazy kid off that slope," the head of the patrol team said.
    "He's gonna kill himself, the way he's going and how he goes."
    So they tried.
    But they never caught him, not before he made what the head of the team said come true.
    He died on Devil's Run, engulfed by an avalanche, a small one, but still big enough.
    Lots of neighborhood kids saw it happen.
    The boy was on that toboggan and head first when cascading snow caught him.
    So was the girl.
    The girl was Caroline Freeman, a girl
:iconxlntwtch:xlntwtch
:iconxlntwtch:xlntwtch 13 30

Activity


Sorry my husband served me divorce papers a week ago last Thursday and I am still dealing. I love him and it will be OK. We were simply not good for each other and I now I have more things to write about.
Hi 
I have been absent for a long times. Moved to LA, got married. My health is much better thank Kaiser and the Glendale pain center. I hope to see more of you.
I submitted three poems to a book anthology poens, shorty stories and essays about poverty. They accepted all three poems I sent. I am very happy and there will be readings and I love reading out loud. At the moment really no new just rewriting. I going back and looking at poems that share a common landscape and rewriting them to connect even more vividly and that details correspond with each other for hopefully books/ collections. Also,working on the novel. Hope to be submitting some new work soon. The best to everyone.

deviantID

swansisters's Profile Picture
swansisters
swansisters
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
(Still working on it)
Interests

Friends

Comments


Add a Comment:
 
:iconmecengineer:
mecengineer Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2017
Happy Birthday!
Reply
:iconspoems:
spoems Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2017   Writer
:heart:
Reply
:iconswansisters:
swansisters Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Hi,

I have been gone for a long time. I moved to LA, got married. My husband proposed to me while we fed the ducks of the LA River. My pain is finally under control, bless Kaiser and the Glendale Pain Control Center. I have missed DA but I am curious I have submitted a few poems to magazine and have gotten published but I am unsure if a magazine says they will accept any poem published on the web do they mean DA? Would I be breaking their submission guidelines if I submitted a poem I posted on DA? Any advice greatly appreciated.
Thanks
Reply
:iconneurotype:
neurotype Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
Usually what I do is make sure anything I post here is only visible to logged-in users (Sharing: Hide & Require login to view under Publishing Options) and then store or delete it before I send it out. As far as I know the basic rule of thumb is that if you can Google it, you can't submit it.
Reply
:icongryffgirl:
Gryffgirl Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2016
Happy birthday! :cake:
Reply
:iconbrokengod--veins:
brokengod--veins Featured By Owner Mar 2, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Happiest of birthdays! :huggle:
Reply
:iconwetterlage:
Wetterlage Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2015
All my best wishes to your birthday :shamrock:, my dear! :iconflowerthnxplz:  :hug:
Have a great day! :iconsunflower-plz:
Reply
:iconstelari:
STelari Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2015  Professional Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday :heart:
Reply
:iconrageoffluffy:
RageOfFluffy Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2014   General Artist
You have a wonderful gallery!
Reply
:iconeintoern:
EintoeRn Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
:iconsmilefavplz:

Thank
you
so
much !
Reply
:iconmeggie272:
Meggie272 Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday! :heart: Wishing you all the best.
Reply
:iconblueicealice:
BlueiceAlice Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday! :balloon2: 
Reply
:iconporomaa:
Poromaa Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014  Professional
Happy Birthday...:cake: :party:
Reply
:iconalisinwonder:
alisinwonder Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014
happy birthday, sweetie :cake: 
Reply
:iconautistic4catgirl:
Autistic4CatGirl Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Happy Birthday! :) (Smile) 
Reply
:icongryffgirl:
Gryffgirl Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014
Happy birthday! :iconcakeplz: :iconflowersplz:
Reply
:iconwetterlage:
Wetterlage Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2014
All my best wishes for your birthday :shamrock: :iconflowerthnxplz:
Reply
:iconspoems:
spoems Featured By Owner Dec 29, 2013   Writer
I hope you're doing well, Kay. Have a happy new year.
Reply
:iconxlntwtch:
xlntwtch Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2013   Writer
:icondownarrowplz: I got mixed up on my stories, but you still help me a lot. :heart:
Reply
:iconxlntwtch:
xlntwtch Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2013   Writer
:iconthnxfavplz:
Reply
:iconroon1305:
roon1305 Featured By Owner Nov 24, 2013
merci pour le fav""
Reply
:iconeintoern:
EintoeRn Featured By Owner Nov 23, 2013  Hobbyist Photographer
:icongrouchoplz:

Many thanks
again for your
wonderful support !
Reply
:icon0hgravity:
0hgravity Featured By Owner Nov 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you for the fav ^^

sorry for the later reply.
Reply
:iconderelictvampire:
DerelictVampire Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2013
Thanks for faving Winter of Our Discontent. :)
Reply
:iconspoems:
spoems Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2013   Writer
:blackrose:
Reply
Add a Comment: