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October 26, 2010
While the suggester linked me to a different work by ~pretty-yin, I felt that Envy was a strong example of the artist's voice, striking and poignant.
Featured by GaioumonBatou
Suggested by batousaijin
Literature Text
Maiden.
The space between us is slant rhyme,
Burning-in, saturation, and exposure time,
Ink curves he drew from a lead line,
The way his fingers fit in yours,
Instead of mine.
Mother.
You are difficult to hone, granite.
I am prone to severing.
You are a vestige made of stone
That I could never be.
Crone.
Are you what is happening to me?
Rain and gravity have
Weathered the weaker parts
They leave you standing
Strong, a pyramid, a mountain.
I am haunted: a cliff, daunted
By the sea.
The space between us is slant rhyme,
Burning-in, saturation, and exposure time,
Ink curves he drew from a lead line,
The way his fingers fit in yours,
Instead of mine.
Mother.
You are difficult to hone, granite.
I am prone to severing.
You are a vestige made of stone
That I could never be.
Crone.
Are you what is happening to me?
Rain and gravity have
Weathered the weaker parts
They leave you standing
Strong, a pyramid, a mountain.
I am haunted: a cliff, daunted
By the sea.
Literature
Persephone.
I'll curl my words like ivy
—craft and graft—
crawl through the cracks of my attic walls
and fall into significance outside
myself.
If I am the sum of all my parts,
then let my whole extend into the sun
—and burn.
I've learned
that there will be hell to pay
for pride.
Literature
Existential Crises
There was an odd feeling that washed over her on Saturday mornings. She sat dazed between unfinished paintings, white canvases with specks of reality, and piles of unorganized papers; they seemed to magically grow and multiply as if by an imaginary stroke of the hand. Some were bills she always forgot to pay, or letters from Dylan that always ended up, with the envelope still tightly shut, in the trash. You can read a person's personality, right to its gritty core, simply by examning their trash. She had Ding-Dong wrappers, ice-cream containers, sketches of people and people that were no-longer, and a rotting carton of orange juice with a lon
Literature
On Ariadne
the loom of lust:
In the heart of your ears,
and till your outstretched feet
the spinner of mad red has corrupted,
her fingers like dragonflies threading
bark and twined grass into your hair
around your sure wrists, your angled feet
'this is love, my shining bride-to be,' you whisper,
and disappear with her among billowing black sails.
the abandonment of Ariadne:
He wooed you in a labyrinth of spinners,
and wed you in black sails, beneath jealous skies.
'Sleep and tomorrow you shall be Queen of Athens,'
Ariadne, sleep, tomorrow the sun will shine,
and the sea will ebb sympathetic away from
these deserted sands.
the death, or descent:
Spin,
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Featured in Groups
"Burning in" is a dark room technique to darken a portion of the picture through exposure to light
That's... all folks?
EDIT
I am shaking. Thank you so much, everyone, for your support. I greatly appreciate your comments, favorites, and any critiques you might have.
I am so thankful for
for featuring me and 
for suggesting me.
I am extraordinarily grateful for Batousaijin's constant support! He has been a incredibly amazing influence on my experience with DA.
That's... all folks?
EDIT
I am shaking. Thank you so much, everyone, for your support. I greatly appreciate your comments, favorites, and any critiques you might have.
I am so thankful for
for featuring me and for suggesting me. I am extraordinarily grateful for Batousaijin's constant support! He has been a incredibly amazing influence on my experience with DA.
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The space between us is slant rhyme - that's such a great opening 
I love it.
I love it.