Literature Roadtrip 2.0 + about this group

imaginative-lioness has been hosting the latest entry of literature roadtrip 2.0. For more details, check up with her

The following are a mix of previous entries in the literature roadtrips held by her, alongside some random poems which I found and wanted to add to this group - and more on the last bit later.

Apocalypsei remember when you took my hand and
slipped me into a world alone
i shake the gravity from my hair and dip
into the shadow of baking clouds and
inverted meteor showers
a creamy apricot sunset surfs over
still-silenced flesh and quenches quells
them before erasing them from existence
we're sunken like the houses in which we
creep, bracing the hearth against fading spirits
we're sunken but we rise against
your world is swooped into a nightshade of
woodblock and still-silence
mouths are wrenched open a maw, a void and
everything is thrown into a juggernaut of grit And she was redYou don't want to look
like a fool this time
So you try to say
something real cool
But you stammer while you speak
and your english sounds like greek
and though you try so hard
to be so hot
you will always be a freak
Have a good night
Have a good night
You're gonna be allright
But not quite In a Moment...In a moment
…of transparent stillness
when,
the last of the night jewels, falls
a dust of stars forsakes the sky
and embraces the land
only then,
a cry is heard,
the sand is as time itself...
a wild diamond or just a crystal grain
…of intersection and greatness
when,
the dawn descends
with her gown of bliss and fresh ornaments
flirting and greeting, the first radiant sunbeams
only then,
the river mists return slowly to the clouds
all things sway in the southeast breeze...
such perfect balance.
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MARCH
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© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved. A Sacrifice for the better good.Sacrifice everything you know
And love
Bring the brokenhearted to a home
And say
"Love is but a dream so fall asleep"
and see
How far they'll dig inside to claim a dream
A dream
Sacrifice everything you know
and love
Make the world a better place to own
for us
Take a chance to make a weakling strong
like you
And stand together building up your home
Your home moonsongthe crescent moons bitten into my palms
break apart the hard worn lines written
there. a fortune teller told me
it was just a matter of time before my
universe crashed in on itself
and my stars ripped themselves apart.
your gray-sky-eyes swallowed me whole
and i fell down, down, down
while your piano key fingers played
my melody one last time. To My Biology TextbookOn page 159 of my biology textbook, it reads,
“...cancer is the uncontrolled growth of cells”
as though that could explain everything,
and I thought it did for a time.
But my textbook never warned me
that his skin would pale
to a point where I could see
the blue freight trains
carrying eighteen pills
throughout his frail body.
My textbook never warned me
that his watery irises would freeze over,
that he would hurl insults like knives,
and that he would clench his jaw
as tightly as his fist clenched his wine glass
because the only person to blame is himself,
and he can’t swallow that as easily
as he can the olives in his martinis.
And my textbook never warned me
that it would be this difficult to breathe
because of my acute awareness
that his breaths are limited,
and that there would be nothing I could do
but soldier on searching for that silver lining
clinging to these foreboding thunderheads. :thumb423865981: TibetI found a poem
caught between your knucklebones
like a prayer flag. :thumb420885201:

shakespeare knew, shakespeare toldshakespeare wrote the best love poems
for women with gloves;
caressing their parched cheeks
and bleeding pink lips dry-
void of language and socially inept,
they are sex, sex, and money
thus revealed the intents of the world. ElegantI'm not the most elegant of people.
I slouch when I sit. I eat like a pig. My feet twist oddly when I walk, making me nearly twist my ankle more than once. I'm horribly lazy. I have to be told to pick up my room. My hair is a mess, and if I didn't think my family would be appalled, I'd cut it all off just so that I wouldn't have to deal with it.
My teeth were crooked. My mom spent thousands to get them straightened, but I hate my retainers because they make my mouth hurt in the morning and they still make me lisp even after five years. I hate my glasses. I asked my mom if I could get contacts, but when she agreed I realized too late that my frames were easier to take off and put on when I'm too tired to stick my finger in my eye without hurting myself. Now they sit in the corner of my bathroom cabinet taking up space and wasting my mom's money.
I can't be bothered to try harder for my grades in college than I did in high school. Things are going well so far, but something's gonna chang My Love Is Not An AlibiOh God, oh Dear, oh Lord, oh Christ!
How can I love when it's not right?
This concept, I can't theorize
Our pleas, our love, as an uprise
Constitutions we will question
With laws and love and hate just meshed-in
Black and White and Hispanics races,
Asians, Malaysians––all different faces
This country is meant to be free
Yet homo love, "it cannot be!"
This country's based on no discretion
Though, for us, you halt progression!
Being gay or being bi
Isn't some queer alibi;
It's who we are, it's who I am
Despite your claims that I'll be damned.
How can we be so juvenile?
We've all been chained down with denial!
I want, I need, I crave this love!
God, send your angels from above!
Enlighten humans; we're all imperfect
Sometimes our minds are just closed-circuit
Blaming, hating, naming, pride
It makes us rot from the inside
If free choice is our destination,
We've got to kill all indignation
When guys kiss girls and girls kiss guys,
You don't see masses squirm and writhe.
Why can't

And now, the last bit. I've been meaning to let everyone know in this group that when you submit your deviations, they will be duly rejected. If you would like your poem or prose submitted, ask someone to submit them on your behalf.

The featured works were randomly found either through dA, or while checking journals, or as works told by my friends here generally. Frankly speaking, I don't have my own works here in this group: the only ones submitted was by PuzzledHeartBox and by Pauper-Circumstance.

In order to understand best, how this group works, consider this deviation by Lady-Yume :



The core work may have come off original, but it is in itself a part of a greater picture, that is the works titles showcased by it. In essence, its like a labyrinth leading to other works.

This group is not a storage for your works, but rather, is a sanctuary for poets and writers whose works you like. If you really want critique for your own deviations, look elsewhere. Or leave.

Which is where I do want to send thanks to a few members of this group for a job well done:

Greenleaf1075, Malintra-Shadowmoon, Manouilidis, JWA2277, Pauper-Circumstance, Ewa-a-nie-chce-spac, PuzzledHeartBox, pascal-prevost, Exnihilo-nihil, Jade-Pandora, prettyflour, smallsincerities, SereneCyrene, amrgalal7, The-Jelly-Princess, bloedzuigerbloed

Counting the prompt (which is still ongoing), their gallery items which fulfilled the criteria of this group amounts to 182 deviations. These deviations, I assure you, will be featured

Either way, I wanted to clear this up, so that everyone's understood what I mean to say about this group:

We accept only. If you submit your own deviations, it will be duly rejected.

Cheers.