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                <title>Love</title>
                <link>http://thornerose.deviantart.com/art/Love-64882551</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 11:03:55 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Love</media:title>
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                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ThornErose</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://thornerose.deviantart.com">Copyright 2007-2013 ~ThornErose</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ This is mostly my weird thoughts about one of the most complicated emotions on the planet.<br />
Its in fault for so much hurt, and so much joy.<br />
BTW I throughly believe in love, its a beautiful thing, and I love my wife so very much. Shes everything to me.<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hump.gif" width="27" height="17" alt=":hump:" title="Humpin that leg!" /> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ love<br /><br />Someone asked me what is love<br />is it good, is it bad<br />is it awesome, is it terrible<br />I honestly didnt know how to answer them.<br />I finally desided love is the most complicated of all emotions<br />Love is kind<br />love is harsh<br />love is wonderful<br />love is terrible<br />love is a cure<br />love is a sickness<br />love is LOVE<br />love is hate<br />love is meaningful<br />love is pointless<br />love shows the best in people<br />love shows the worse in people<br />love makes us speak truth<br />love makes us lie<br />love understands everything<br />love confuses everyone<br />love builds your life<br />love tears your heart down<br />love makes you smile<br />love makes you cry<br />love makes us cuddle<br />love m ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ This is mostly my weird thoughts about one of the most complicated emotions on the planet.<br />
Its in fault for so much hurt, and so much joy.<br />
BTW I throughly believe in love, its a beautiful thing, and I love my wife so very much. Shes everything to me.<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hug.gif" width="38" height="15" alt=":hug:" title="Hug" /> <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/hump.gif" width="27" height="17" alt=":hump:" title="Humpin that leg!" /> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>In Three Acts</title>
                <link>http://beaple.deviantart.com/art/In-Three-Acts-128751656</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2009 10:52:00 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">In Three Acts</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Typographical">literature/poetry/experimental/typographical</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Beaple</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://beaple.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~Beaple</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Maybe I&#039;m trying too hard.<br /><br />You: I don&#039;t get it.<br />Me: <a href="http://comments.deviantart.com/1/128751656/1159758421">[link]</a> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ man<br />cliff<br /><br />     sea<br /><br />cliff<br />     man<br />     sea<br /><br />cliff<br /><br />      sea<br />      man ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Maybe I&#039;m trying too hard.<br /><br />You: I don&#039;t get it.<br />Me: <a href="http://comments.deviantart.com/1/128751656/1159758421">[link]</a> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Brave</title>
                <link>http://drop-asd.deviantart.com/art/Brave-75129930</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 10:05:54 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Brave</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">drop-asd</media:credit>
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                <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ "Being brave sometimes makes me feel colder, I wish there was someone to prevent me from becoming a cynic."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />---<br />Sorry, this poem was supposed to be optimistic. <br /><br />Stock:<br /><a href="http://arabelladream-stock.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/r/arabelladream-stock.gif" alt=":iconarabelladream-stock:" title="arabelladream-stock"/></a><br /><a href="http://momotte2stocks.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/m/o/momotte2stocks.gif" alt=":iconmomotte2stocks:" title="momotte2stocks"/></a><br /><a href="http://ahlam-stock.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/h/ahlam-stock.jpg" alt=":iconahlam-stock:" title="ahlam-stock"/></a><br /><br />---<br />It&#039;s the sister of a <u><a href="http://drop-asd.deviantart.com/art/Nude-74359247">nude</a></u> one.<br /><br />---<br />Great thanks to `<a class="u" href="http://drunken-splice.deviantart.com/">Drunken-Splice</a> and ^<a class="u" href="http://fllnthblnk.deviantart.com/">fllnthblnk</a> for the support. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ If you can&#146;t find a    l                     to the sky<br />                                a            b<br />                                d           m<br />                                d            i<br />                                e            l<br />                                r     to    c             the easier excuse is:<br />                                                            &#147;I&#146;m scared of heights.&#148;<br /><br />                                                             ***<br /><br />        But I ravaged my drawers<br />And there was a shower<br />                         Of crystal marbles,<br />                                              ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs43/300W/i/2009/096/0/0/Brave_by_drop_asd.jpg" height="437" width="300"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs43/150/i/2009/096/0/0/Brave_by_drop_asd.jpg" height="150" width="103"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ "Being brave sometimes makes me feel colder, I wish there was someone to prevent me from becoming a cynic."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />---<br />Sorry, this poem was supposed to be optimistic. <br /><br />Stock:<br /><a href="http://arabelladream-stock.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/r/arabelladream-stock.gif" alt=":iconarabelladream-stock:" title="arabelladream-stock"/></a><br /><a href="http://momotte2stocks.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/m/o/momotte2stocks.gif" alt=":iconmomotte2stocks:" title="momotte2stocks"/></a><br /><a href="http://ahlam-stock.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/h/ahlam-stock.jpg" alt=":iconahlam-stock:" title="ahlam-stock"/></a><br /><br />---<br />It&#039;s the sister of a <u><a href="http://drop-asd.deviantart.com/art/Nude-74359247">nude</a></u> one.<br /><br />---<br />Great thanks to `<a class="u" href="http://drunken-splice.deviantart.com/">Drunken-Splice</a> and ^<a class="u" href="http://fllnthblnk.deviantart.com/">fllnthblnk</a> for the support.<br /><div><img src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs43/150/i/2009/096/0/0/Brave_by_drop_asd.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Emo....</title>
                <link>http://muffinmania.deviantart.com/art/Emo-21183021</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 30 Jul 2005 18:44:51 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Emo....</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">MuffinMania</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://muffinmania.deviantart.com">Copyright 2005-2013 ~MuffinMania</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Gah...don't know where this came from. Too much emo music for t3h Muffin, methinks. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Arms fold<br />Head bows<br />Legs curl<br />Tears flow<br /><br />How can someone understand<br />what it means to be<br />alone?<br />One<br />person, one<br />girl.<br />Alone, in<br />a grasping darkness called<br />life.<br /><br />She sits in her corner, <br />tears blurring<br />the world created<br />for her<br />by others.<br /><br />Unloved, unexperienced,<br />naked, naive.<br />Innocent.<br /><br />Death seems her only path,<br />her only<br />escape.<br />An easy way<br />out,<br />from the pain,<br />from the fear.<br /><br />Redemption in a<br />blade.<br /><br />Silver flashes<br />Crimson runs<br />Flesh whitens ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Gah...don't know where this came from. Too much emo music for t3h Muffin, methinks. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Suicide</title>
                <link>http://oueenofnight.deviantart.com/art/Suicide-3240796</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2003 10:51:55 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Suicide</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">OueenofNight</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/o/u/oueenofnight.gif</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://oueenofnight.deviantart.com">Copyright 2003-2013 ~OueenofNight</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ this is just a statement about suicide ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Suicide... they call it sin<br />They say it is a death in which no-one wins...<br /><br />They encourage you not to do it, they say it is wrong...<br />But who is there to encourage you when you can't be strong.<br /><br />You feel like you have no-one, not even a friend.<br />No shoulder to cry on, just one last letter to send. ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ this is just a statement about suicide ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>tragedies - collab.</title>
                <link>http://bailey--elizabeth.deviantart.com/art/tragedies-collab-111951024</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2009 20:15:00 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">tragedies - collab.</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">bailey--elizabeth</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/b/a/bailey--elizabeth.png?7</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://bailey--elizabeth.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~bailey--elizabeth</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sup>collab with the heart-achingly gorgeous Amertie. (she is <a href="http://amertie.deviantart.com/">here</a>.)<br />she is so, so talented, and amazes and inspires me so much. it was an honor to collaborate with her. <br /><br />and it is completely official - we had a "title fail" moment. haha~<br />perhaps we&#039;re just indecisive, but titles can be a major pain to conjure, hee. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br /><br />and now i&#039;m off to sleep. which is a lie. because i won&#039;t fall asleep for at least four more hours, stupid insomnia. but i&#039;ll try.<br /><br />~~love you all (:</sup> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ you deserve all the cobweb dreams,<br />fairytale hopes, and explosive love<br />in the world, but i know that i<br />will never be the one<br />to give them to you.<br /><br />you need notes that end with<br />'ps - you're brighter than<br />twenty-seven silver stars'.<br />i can't bring myself<br />to write them, though.<br /><br />it's not like you'd read them,<br />anyway.<br /><br />i cut out paper hearts and<br />dreams and gave them to you, but<br />you only ripped them up and said<br />'these aren't good enough.'<br /><br />when i painted you a picture<br />of golden skies and sunshine smiles,<br />you handed it back and told me<br />'next time, paint realistically.'<br /><br />so i wrote you a story<br />filled of starless nights and<br />hopeless d ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sup>collab with the heart-achingly gorgeous Amertie. (she is <a href="http://amertie.deviantart.com/">here</a>.)<br />she is so, so talented, and amazes and inspires me so much. it was an honor to collaborate with her. <br /><br />and it is completely official - we had a "title fail" moment. haha~<br />perhaps we&#039;re just indecisive, but titles can be a major pain to conjure, hee. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /><br /><br />and now i&#039;m off to sleep. which is a lie. because i won&#039;t fall asleep for at least four more hours, stupid insomnia. but i&#039;ll try.<br /><br />~~love you all (:</sup> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>the speed addict</title>
                <link>http://errantmystic.deviantart.com/art/the-speed-addict-1464791</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 Mar 2003 19:30:06 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">the speed addict</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">errantmystic</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://errantmystic.deviantart.com">Copyright 2003-2013 ~errantmystic</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ This poem is now almost fine. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ the speed addict knows           if he stops moving,<br />he will die. so                         when inertia takes hold<br />his heart falters and                his head slams against<br />a future, lit by                        the dashboard. he hears<br />his veins stuttering like            gears grinding out<br />a staccato refrain,                  while the wheel spins and<br />goes numb. as his breath        twists away from his grip,<br />rasps a hollow plea,                he slides on a rail<br />towards impartial angels          leaving rainbow sparks<br />in his soaring wake,                and meets blazing lights.<br />the addict dies twice.              one is nev ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ This poem is now almost fine. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Binding Threads</title>
                <link>http://vix0r.deviantart.com/art/Binding-Threads-60629204</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 25 Jul 2007 19:38:08 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Binding Threads</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Typographical">literature/poetry/experimental/typographical</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">vix0r</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://vix0r.deviantart.com">Copyright 2007-2013 ~vix0r</media:copyright>
            <media:community>
                <media:tags>@DevLit</media:tags>
            </media:community>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ I&#039;m guessing dA isn&#039;t going to let me do my formatting properly, so I screenshotted the poem in Word and then made an image of it in Photoshop. Hopefully it&#039;s readable in one form or the other. Apologies if it&#039;s not.<br />
<br />
I was a bit inspired by ~<a class="u" href="http://sarjan.deviantart.com/">sarjan</a>&#039;s poem <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/42107365/">Unconscious Debate</a>, mostly because I liked the shape of the poem and thought it had been a long while since I&#039;d written a concrete poem. This one started simply but quickly spiraled into something much larger than I thought it would be.<br />
<br />
The three spires are intended to represent atheism, theism, and agnosticism, respectively. Hopefully everything else in the poem is self-evident.<br />
<br />
Please, please let me know what you think.<br />
<br />
edit: Uh, and thanks to whoever properly categorized it. I couldn&#039;t find any other place where I could display the image as my poem, so I just went with Visual Poetry... (Honestly, I&#039;m kind of surprised there&#039;s no &#039;Concrete Poetry&#039; form choice, but alas...) ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs18/150/f/2007/206/6/7/Binding_Threads_by_vix0r.png" height="147" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs18/300W/f/2007/206/6/7/Binding_Threads_by_vix0r.png" height="294" width="300"/>            <media:content url="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs18/f/2007/206/6/7/Binding_Threads_by_vix0r.png" height="550" width="562" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ I&#039;m guessing dA isn&#039;t going to let me do my formatting properly, so I screenshotted the poem in Word and then made an image of it in Photoshop. Hopefully it&#039;s readable in one form or the other. Apologies if it&#039;s not.<br />
<br />
I was a bit inspired by ~<a class="u" href="http://sarjan.deviantart.com/">sarjan</a>&#039;s poem <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/42107365/">Unconscious Debate</a>, mostly because I liked the shape of the poem and thought it had been a long while since I&#039;d written a concrete poem. This one started simply but quickly spiraled into something much larger than I thought it would be.<br />
<br />
The three spires are intended to represent atheism, theism, and agnosticism, respectively. Hopefully everything else in the poem is self-evident.<br />
<br />
Please, please let me know what you think.<br />
<br />
edit: Uh, and thanks to whoever properly categorized it. I couldn&#039;t find any other place where I could display the image as my poem, so I just went with Visual Poetry... (Honestly, I&#039;m kind of surprised there&#039;s no &#039;Concrete Poetry&#039; form choice, but alas...)<br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs18/300W/f/2007/206/6/7/Binding_Threads_by_vix0r.png" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>Sex</title>
                <link>http://pixievixenlily.deviantart.com/art/Sex-9277998</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 Jul 2004 01:18:22 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Sex</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>adult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Typographical">literature/poetry/experimental/typographical</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">pixievixenlily</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://pixievixenlily.deviantart.com">Copyright 2004-2013 ~pixievixenlily</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ sex ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ (written some time in 2002)<br /><br />Words like unzip.<br />Unbutton, take off, innuendo.<br />Words like suck, shame, disgust.<br />Words like force<br />will<br />violate.<br />Words like I don't want to.<br /><br />Words like make<br />words like love.<br />Words like one flesh,<br />emotion<br />ecstasy<br />inhabit.<br />Words like I love you.<br /><br />Words like receptacle<br />conception<br />storage<br />ready to be.<br />Words like &ndash; <br />diaper.<br /><br />Words like get the fuck out of me<br />words like fuck.<br />Words like &ndash; <br />intrusion<br />sin<br />helpless.<br />Words like victim.<br /><br />Words like decision<br />choice<br />together<br />meant.<br />Words like desire, yearn, one.<br /><br />Words like obscene<br />tragedy, torn, repulsion.<br />Words like used<br />innocent,<br />m'aidez.<br /><br />Wor ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ sex ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>heart song.</title>
                <link>http://amertie.deviantart.com/art/heart-song-107678198</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2008 14:45:31 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">heart song.</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Amertie</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://amertie.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 ~Amertie</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ this seems to be an in-between poem,<br />something that&#039;s half my style now<br />and half of what it seems to be changing to be.<br /><br />i&#039;m happy how it turned out, but i&#039;m horribly self conscious about this piece and style.<br /><br />i would love suggestions.<br /><br />p.s. thank you amber for helping me edit. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ this is the song<br />to your heart.<br /><br />listen.<br /><br />-<br /><br />part zero.<br />oh, dearest,<br />why are you locked inside<br />a bathroom stall? no one<br />to hold you, tell you sweet<br />lies and say you are<br />beautiful, say you are<br />perfect? it's not the end of<br />the world, not yet. if it was,<br />wouldn't there be<br />fireworks?<br /><br />-<br /><br />part one.<br /><br />sleeping.<br /><br />your heart is not yet<br />dead; please do not<br />say it is. if it was dead,<br />it wouldn't hurt this <br />much.<br /><br />your heart is only sleeping.<br /><br />-<br /><br />part two.<br /><br />when the only melody in your head<br />is a break up song, and the only thing<br />your heart seems capable of doing<br />is twisting itself into knots, and the only<br />thing you want to do is hide a ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ this seems to be an in-between poem,<br />something that&#039;s half my style now<br />and half of what it seems to be changing to be.<br /><br />i&#039;m happy how it turned out, but i&#039;m horribly self conscious about this piece and style.<br /><br />i would love suggestions.<br /><br />p.s. thank you amber for helping me edit. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>Dementia</title>
                <link>http://fadedmannequin.deviantart.com/art/Dementia-115633353</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Mar 2009 17:45:20 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Dementia</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">fadedmannequin</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://fadedmannequin.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~fadedmannequin</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ A cubism poem! ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The old man sits with stooped back.<br />The room is cold, just like his hands.<br />Thoughts have wandered like small children.<br />He wonders if he will see home again.<br /><br />Thoughts have wandered home again,<br />with stooped backs and cold hands.<br />The room sits with the old man.<br />Like small children, he wonders if he will see cold.<br /><br />Back stooped with thoughts, he wanders.<br />Like a child the small room sits, wondering.<br />Home again is cold.<br />The old man will see with his hands.<br /><br />Thoughts have wandered with stooped backs.<br />The cold hands sit with the old man.<br />He wonders if he will see like small children.<br />The room is home again. ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ A cubism poem! ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>the science of silence.</title>
                <link>http://substitutesadist.deviantart.com/art/the-science-of-silence-121810423</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2009 21:52:06 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">the science of silence.</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surrealism">literature/poetry/experimental/surrealism</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">SubstituteSadist</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://substitutesadist.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~SubstituteSadist</media:copyright>
            <media:community>
                <media:tags>@dearmallori</media:tags>
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                <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sub>i wish i could have fallen asleep in your arms; there is really no place i would rather be.<br /><br /><br /><br />blue is coming soon.<br /><br /><br />xx<br /><br />i am still in shock--a daily deviation?! you have got to be kidding me! thank you SO much! to everyone who faves/comments/watches and of course to ^<a class="u" href="http://ladylincoln.deviantart.com/">LadyLincoln</a> for featuring me. please read my journal that discusses my "deal" with all you guys: <a href="http://substitutesadist.deviantart.com/journal/24815051/">[link]</a></sub> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ your arms form a barrier, blocking out all sound,<br />all thoughts,<br /><br />there is nothing but you.<br /><br />you.<br /><br />you are the only thing that<br />can make a buzzing fan<br />sound like a butterfly;<br />a creaking house<br />like a lullaby.<br /><br />moaning wind and soft footsteps,<br />    tickings of clocks, downstairs.<br /><br />but you made it feel like a soft cocoon;<br />a weightless wall of something golden:<br /><br />                                            & ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sub>i wish i could have fallen asleep in your arms; there is really no place i would rather be.<br /><br /><br /><br />blue is coming soon.<br /><br /><br />xx<br /><br />i am still in shock--a daily deviation?! you have got to be kidding me! thank you SO much! to everyone who faves/comments/watches and of course to ^<a class="u" href="http://ladylincoln.deviantart.com/">LadyLincoln</a> for featuring me. please read my journal that discusses my "deal" with all you guys: <a href="http://substitutesadist.deviantart.com/journal/24815051/">[link]</a></sub> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>you can't feel through fabric</title>
                <link>http://pretty-as-a-picture.deviantart.com/art/you-can-t-feel-through-fabric-106685193</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 10:25:24 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">you can't feel through fabric</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Pretty-As-A-Picture</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://pretty-as-a-picture.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 ~Pretty-As-A-Picture</media:copyright>
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                <media:tags>@nirrimi</media:tags>
            </media:community>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ first poem in a few years<br /><br /><br /><br />&#9829; ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ tonight the rain becomes the earth<br />falling from hidden spaces in the sky and swollen clouds<br />i hear it make mud of dirt, and lovers of friends<br />and ask, quiet, where are you going but down?<br /><br />i&#146;m not all there in the head<br />you&#146;re not all there in the head, my mother says<br />i&#146;m not all there in the head i repeat<br />sometimes i&#146;m there in my toes and fingers and heart as well<br /><br />and now - in this downpour moment- i lie on the street<br />so warm that i think well that&#146;s where love&#146;s gotten to<br />but where is your shirt n? oh someplace else<br />and is that a light flickering in the house across the road? hide!<br /><br />i rush in soaken w ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ first poem in a few years<br /><br /><br /><br />&#9829; ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>This Pain</title>
                <link>http://xxnothingnessxx.deviantart.com/art/This-Pain-4412493</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Dec 2003 08:36:34 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">This Pain</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">XxNothingnessxX</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://xxnothingnessxx.deviantart.com">Copyright 2003-2013 ~XxNothingnessxX</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Description? Pain...<br /><br />UPDATE: I wrote this poem so many years ago when I was 16. I'm now 23 years of age and it did pay off to wait it out. I'm thankful for all the comments you all have left me for this. It's always good to be able to relate something. It gives you hope. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Tears roll down my face,<br />As I cut myself,<br />To release the pain.<br />It hurts so much,<br />But feels so good.<br />The pain is draining from me,<br />In drops of blood.<br />As I watch my pain leave from me,<br />I think,<br />"How can this be,<br />That I have so much pain<br />When I'm only merely 16?".<br />Then I remember the past that I've had,<br />Memories of yelling, <br />slamming doors, <br />all the awful scars.<br />I've cried too much,<br />I've hated so many,<br />That I don't think people will ever get me.<br />I come back from my world of thoughts<br />And realize that I've bled too much,<br />It's all over the counter,<br />It's becoming messy,<br />But I don't care.<br />I just want this pain out of me.<br />I'm  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Description? Pain...<br /><br />UPDATE: I wrote this poem so many years ago when I was 16. I'm now 23 years of age and it did pay off to wait it out. I'm thankful for all the comments you all have left me for this. It's always good to be able to relate something. It gives you hope. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Sunday in the Kitchen</title>
                <link>http://hornlessunicorn.deviantart.com/art/Sunday-in-the-Kitchen-122596112</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 11:29:02 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Sunday in the Kitchen</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">HornlessUnicorn</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://hornlessunicorn.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~HornlessUnicorn</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ holyshitballs.<br />A DAILY DEVIATION!<br />thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou.<br /><br />this poem is old, and sloppy. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ dear mother,<br /><br />i ask you how far we are from heaven.<br />hunched over the sunday paper like a patient gargoyle.<br />your eyes blinking too often, and tongue snaking<br />around in your mouth, as if the answer is hidden between your teeth.<br /><br />dear mother,<br /><br />you hum holy bars in the kitchenette.<br />say "hallelujah means praise yahweh, praise the lord"<br />say "angels must rest on the tongue of that word"<br />say "angels, oh angels hallelujah, hallelujah, rest in me"<br /><br />but you haven't slept in weeks.<br />i hear you sob sigh into the night like a prayer.<br />like your table lamp is the closest thing to heaven-gates.<br /><br />dear mother,<br /><br />sometimes i still wish i could pray with you ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ holyshitballs.<br />A DAILY DEVIATION!<br />thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou.<br /><br />this poem is old, and sloppy. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Let's Hate</title>
                <link>http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com/art/Let-s-Hate-101397253</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2008 15:40:43 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Let's Hate</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">AGoddessFinch</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/g/agoddessfinch.jpg?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 ~AGoddessFinch</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sup><i>Let&#039;s Hate Until Something Better Happens.</i><br /><br />For ~<a class="u" href="http://chikchiky200.deviantart.com/">chikchiky200</a> since I owe her my life for buying me <i>i Luv Halloween.</i> This is her favorite pairing ever. I don&#039;t really like the pairing, but I actually kinda like this. If you can guess what it is, you epically win. Well, you can probably find out by going to her page and searching closely but whatever. <br /><br />I still owe her another one. It probably won&#039;t be as good as this one. <br /><br /><br /><b>Edit:</b> Fine you guys got me. It&#039;s DracoxHarry. Iknowright.<br />Hope ya like, Alex.</sup> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ <br />       Age 11<br /><br />                  We met in a room full of crowded people<br />              who knew my name<br />                       they knew my face<br />                   and they knew things I didn't<br />                      Most people there knew his parents<br />                  and that was about it; the knowledge ended there<br /><br />                       He said, Come with me <br />                                    and I said no<br />                              I made friends with social rejects<br />                                     and I made enemies with people hard to avoid<br />                         We kept in touch<br />                          But only ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sup><i>Let&#039;s Hate Until Something Better Happens.</i><br /><br />For ~<a class="u" href="http://chikchiky200.deviantart.com/">chikchiky200</a> since I owe her my life for buying me <i>i Luv Halloween.</i> This is her favorite pairing ever. I don&#039;t really like the pairing, but I actually kinda like this. If you can guess what it is, you epically win. Well, you can probably find out by going to her page and searching closely but whatever. <br /><br />I still owe her another one. It probably won&#039;t be as good as this one. <br /><br /><br /><b>Edit:</b> Fine you guys got me. It&#039;s DracoxHarry. Iknowright.<br />Hope ya like, Alex.</sup> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Depressing Poems</title>
                <link>http://xx-temari-xx.deviantart.com/art/Depressing-Poems-81457245</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 30 Mar 2008 13:27:53 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Depressing Poems</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">xX-temari-Xx</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://xx-temari-xx.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 ~xX-temari-Xx</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ More depressing poems I came up with last night while I was thinking. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Sorry --<br /><br />What if she died?<br />And at the funeral her parents told you,<br />"You could have saved her from herself."<br />How would that make you feel?<br />And that night you went home<br />Sat in your room alone<br />And killed yourself<br />Just to be with her again and tell her<br />"I'm sorry."<br /><br />Friends --<br /><br />Why do people try to help me?<br />Do they care?<br />I guess they do<br />But all I do is hurt them<br />Especially Sarah<br />She keeps trying to help me<br />But all I do is push her away<br />She's my best friend<br />Why can't I just let her help?<br /><br />Emptiness --<br /><br />What if I died right now?<br />How would you fell?<br />Sad, depressed, torn apart?<br />Or would you feel nothing,<br />But an empty place that  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ More depressing poems I came up with last night while I was thinking. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>when i look in the mirror.</title>
                <link>http://amertie.deviantart.com/art/when-i-look-in-the-mirror-117217107</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Mar 2009 18:22:08 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">when i look in the mirror.</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Amertie</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://amertie.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~Amertie</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sub>when i look in the mirror, this is what i see.</sub><br /><br />my writing keeps getting personal.<br /><br />i honestly wish it wouldn&#039;t.<br /><br />and uh.<br />i&#039;m sorry. if none of this makes sense to you. <br />and i&#039;m sorry if you hate this.<br /><br />but whatever, yeah?<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ one.<br />things you touch turn silent.<br /><br />hearts can be blacked, burnt, ashy - but you take the ashes and burn, burn, burn them until there's only a memory left, a memory that's all edges and icicles.<br /><br />you leave me cold, empty and <br />i don't want to breathe anymore.<br /><br />two.<br />'darling, you would do well to remember-<br /><br />you can't have a light at the end of the tunnel<br />if you have no tunnel.<br /><br />darling, you would do well to remember -<br /><br />you are not empty. you are not empty.<br />[it's still hurting, after all. it's still hurting<br />and you don't want to live,<br />but you're not empty.]<br /><br />darling, you would do well to remember-<br /><br />they love you. they love you,<br /><br />they love ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sub>when i look in the mirror, this is what i see.</sub><br /><br />my writing keeps getting personal.<br /><br />i honestly wish it wouldn&#039;t.<br /><br />and uh.<br />i&#039;m sorry. if none of this makes sense to you. <br />and i&#039;m sorry if you hate this.<br /><br />but whatever, yeah?<br /><br /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>ocean burning.</title>
                <link>http://amertie.deviantart.com/art/ocean-burning-115874256</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 14 Mar 2009 06:22:58 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">ocean burning.</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Amertie</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://amertie.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~Amertie</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ . ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ one.<br /><br />before she met you, she would reach for the sun while standing on the branches of trees, arms stretched towards the sunlight, reaching and waiting.<br /><br />now, happiness is like a summer memory in the dead of winter - still there, but fading too fast to hold onto. now, she sits on rooftops with you at night, and the two of you watch as the city lights go out one by one.<br /><br />two.<br /><br />sometimes, when you laughed, she was reminded of the wind rushing through trees in winter - melodic and beautiful, but still cold, unforgiving.<br /><br />the two of you watched the waves of the ocean take away the beach, piece by piece.<br /><br />you were the waves.<br /><br />she was the sand.<br /><br />t ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ . ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Feeling Adventurous?</title>
                <link>http://fizzleout.deviantart.com/art/Feeling-Adventurous-86344317</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 May 2008 17:50:08 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Feeling Adventurous?</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">fizzleout</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/f/i/fizzleout.jpg?5</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://fizzleout.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 ~fizzleout</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ yummy. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /><br /><br />so i&#039;m crazy...<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/crazy.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":crazy:" title="Crazy" /><br />he&#039;s magical. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Oh God...<br /><br />He's about to pass me,<br />about to brush me,<br />about to touch me,<br />I'm about to die.<br /><br />He's about to move,<br />about to look,<br />about to smile,<br />I'm about to die.<br /><br />He's a God.<br />He's perfect.<br />He's toxic,<br />to me,<br />he's high,<br />he's light,<br />he's lust,<br />he's want,<br />he's a fever,<br />he's an ache,<br />he's a healing,<br />he's a break,<br />all I want,<br />are those lips,<br />on mine,<br />all the time,<br />come to me,<br />and let me be,<br />just a little...<br /><br />But only if you're feeling it,<br />the way I feel it too,<br />all I want is you,<br />come to me,<br />let me be,<br />just a litle crazy.<br /><br />Put my hands in your hair,<br />put your hands on my waist,<br />hold me close,<br />pull me near,<br />then I'll k ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ yummy. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /><br /><br />so i&#039;m crazy...<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/crazy.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":crazy:" title="Crazy" /><br />he&#039;s magical. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Just To Let You Know...</title>
                <link>http://youreokiwillbe.deviantart.com/art/Just-To-Let-You-Know-11366795</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2004 11:59:11 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Just To Let You Know...</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Typographical">literature/poetry/experimental/typographical</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">youreokiwillbe</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://youreokiwillbe.deviantart.com">Copyright 2004-2013 ~youreokiwillbe</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ This picture came about and it's just  quite face smackingly bold, C'mon check  this girl out, she is the bomb--&gt; *<a href="http://kristyvictoria.deviantart.com/"> kristyvictoria</a><br />
<br />
So anyway the poem, Yep, It's back to  the typographical phase, I love 'em.  This one it just came about at the same  time of seeing the picture and  listening to some good old Musical  influence, as well as the obvious ideas  behinde the piece. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[      Seeing is believing,<br />Feelings are deceiving.<br /><br />Your dress is enchanting,<br /> Our Press      chanting,<br /><br />  To slip between the very fingers I caught you in,<br />In to the hands of another<br />                            brother<br /><br />Lets take this back. {Why}<br />    Red of your lips,   {Change}<br />    Move of you hips,   {Your}<br />Any clearer my Dear?  {Mind?}<br /><br />You should have left then,<br />       You left the Lights on,<br />and     I    CAN'T    SEE.<br /><br /> What were you Running away from?<br />{When I can Catch you.}<br /><br />I can show you Obsession,<br /> You,<br />   can show  me.<br />     can't you.<br /><br />Would you like that? ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/fs5/300W/i/2004/286/b/f/Just_To_Let_You_Know____by_youreokiwillbe.jpg" height="445" width="300"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs5/150/i/2004/286/b/f/Just_To_Let_You_Know____by_youreokiwillbe.jpg" height="150" width="101"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ This picture came about and it's just  quite face smackingly bold, C'mon check  this girl out, she is the bomb--&gt; *<a href="http://kristyvictoria.deviantart.com/"> kristyvictoria</a><br />
<br />
So anyway the poem, Yep, It's back to  the typographical phase, I love 'em.  This one it just came about at the same  time of seeing the picture and  listening to some good old Musical  influence, as well as the obvious ideas  behinde the piece.<br /><div><img src="http://th00.deviantart.net/fs5/150/i/2004/286/b/f/Just_To_Let_You_Know____by_youreokiwillbe.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>blowing bubbles.</title>
                <link>http://amertie.deviantart.com/art/blowing-bubbles-111299640</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 22:18:45 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">blowing bubbles.</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Amertie</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/m/amertie.png?5</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://amertie.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~Amertie</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sub>i don&#039;t know.<br /><br />writing this felt... different.<br /><br />suggestions? </sub> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ last night we<br />watched the clouds <br />fall.<br /><br />and you said:<br />     you are beautiful.<br /><br />and i am afraid<br />that i might one day<br />actually believe you<br /><br />and<br /><br />sometimes i feel like<br />i'm just this big bundle<br />of problems and i have<br />been searching and<br />i can't find the answers.<br /><br />you told me that the answers<br />are in blowing bubbles and <br />tying shoe laces and chasing<br />dreams, but honestly i just<br /><br />don't<br /><br />understand. i have tried<br />to chase my dreams but<br /><br />they only run away.<br /><br />.<br /><br />you told me that you can't<br />stand how i sound when i<br />give up and the hope<br />is knocked out of me and<br />you can't stand me when<br />i am busy counting <br />the empty spaces in the<br />walls and ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sub>i don&#039;t know.<br /><br />writing this felt... different.<br /><br />suggestions? </sub> ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>...</title>
                <link>http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com/art/--93082964</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Jul 2008 15:57:34 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">...</media:title>
        <media:keywords></media:keywords>
                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">AGoddessFinch</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/g/agoddessfinch.jpg?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 ~AGoddessFinch</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sup><i>Are you really that ((desperate)) blind?</i><br /><br />-Finch</sup> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Maybe I'm naive because there are certain things I don't understand<br />Like why we care about people who don't know us<br />Or why we love people who don't want us<br />Or why we get angry over things that don't concern us<br /><br />Maybe I'm cold and bitter because there are certain places I can't go<br />Or people I can't see<br />Or songs I can't listen to anymore because they remind me of things I hate<br />And as much as I try to understand them, I can't<br /><br />Maybe we're all different brands of crazy<br />Certain brands like hurting the body <br />Certain brands go for the mind<br />Me, I go for the heart because I'm a different brand than everybody else<br /><br />Or maybe I've just lost it<br /> ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sup><i>Are you really that ((desperate)) blind?</i><br /><br />-Finch</sup> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>A Beautiful Thought</title>
                <link>http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com/art/A-Beautiful-Thought-86450181</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 May 2008 20:58:25 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">A Beautiful Thought</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">AGoddessFinch</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/g/agoddessfinch.jpg?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 ~AGoddessFinch</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sup><i>It&#039;s a beautiful thought.</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I&#039;d like to give a thank you to everyone who favorited and commented. I&#039;d also like to give a big fat <i>ha-ha</i> in the face of the ones who think I don&#039;t deserve it. <br /><br />Oh, look. You&#039;re famous now, you jealous bitch.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />~Finch</sup> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Oh, we're so brilliant, aren't we?<br />We're so freaking lovely.<br />We're filled with glowing rainbow pride<br />And we're so pretty it's ugly<br />Our self-made wounds throb with beauty<br />And you'll paint your face with hypocrisy<br /><br />We're everything we're believed to be<br />We're saviors and artists and celebrities<br />We're gulping down ego and inhaling pride<br />We're gestating self-worth in our insides<br /><br />We're icons of envy to all of our peers<br />Self-assured by attention attained all these years<br />I'm something you need and something you're not<br />She's almost so hideous that it's something I want<br /><br />But I did say almost<br />(But you did say want)<br /><br />Oh, we're such liars<br />It ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sup><i>It&#039;s a beautiful thought.</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I&#039;d like to give a thank you to everyone who favorited and commented. I&#039;d also like to give a big fat <i>ha-ha</i> in the face of the ones who think I don&#039;t deserve it. <br /><br />Oh, look. You&#039;re famous now, you jealous bitch.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />~Finch</sup> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>falling.</title>
                <link>http://amertie.deviantart.com/art/falling-111488579</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Feb 2009 14:06:36 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">falling.</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Amertie</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/m/amertie.png?5</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://amertie.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~Amertie</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ i wasn&#039;t going to submit this.<br /><br />but <a href="http://gwenavhyeuranastasia.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/w/gwenavhyeuranastasia.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":icongwenavhyeuranastasia:" title="gwenavhyeuranastasia"/></a> is forcing me to.<br /><br />hey guys.<br /><br />all of you should go give her a hug.<br /><br />i&#039;ll be forever grateful to you if you do. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ he told me:<br /><br />when i think of falling,<br />i think of comets and<br />insomnia and midnight<br />rushes of emotions and<br />breaking down just to feel<br /><br />something<br /><br />again. he told me <br />when i think of falling,<br />i think of you.<br /><br />but this is okay, because<br />falling things cannot be<br />stopped, and<br /><br />.<br /><br />you have always been the most<br />beautiful in a quiet way, like how<br />the moon outshines the sun, and you<br />have dreams like uncut glass,<br />waiting to be shaped or dropped or<br />maybe both and<br /><br />you promise you won't let me<br />break<br /><br />but i think, i think that maybe<br /><br />.<br /><br />i already have and you can't<br />undo the past and there's no point<br />in trying and<br /><br />.<br /><br />you are the kind of dream ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ i wasn&#039;t going to submit this.<br /><br />but <a href="http://gwenavhyeuranastasia.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.com/avatars/g/w/gwenavhyeuranastasia.jpg" width="50" height="50" alt=":icongwenavhyeuranastasia:" title="gwenavhyeuranastasia"/></a> is forcing me to.<br /><br />hey guys.<br /><br />all of you should go give her a hug.<br /><br />i&#039;ll be forever grateful to you if you do. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>my dictionary definition</title>
                <link>http://ohsostarryeyed.deviantart.com/art/my-dictionary-definition-148003137</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 15:03:30 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">my dictionary definition</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ohsostarryeyed</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/o/h/ohsostarryeyed.jpg?2</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://ohsostarryeyed.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 *ohsostarryeyed</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ is synonymous with unoriginal, ugly, unworthy, and sad.<br /><br />&lt;edited 27/04/2011&gt; ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ how not to be disappointed:<br />never expect greatness from me;<br />stamp it from my thoughts<br />the moment it crosses my mind;<br />read me my own words, saying<br />i would like to be<br />good at everything but ex-<br />cellent at nothing;<br />know that haiku is irrefutable<br />evidence to my sorry head.<br /><br />how to make me see sense:<br />slap me in the face<br />until my eyes are crooked<br />but my mind, spine, and morals<br />are not.<br /><br />how to understand my inferiority complex:<br />i don't know what else i could ever give you-<br />you, the ever-saturnine stunner;<br />me, the never-beautiful slattern-<br />a placeholder at best from the start;<br />i will know this and never dream of leaving until<br />you  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ is synonymous with unoriginal, ugly, unworthy, and sad.<br /><br />&lt;edited 27/04/2011&gt; ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Things People Love</title>
                <link>http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com/art/The-Things-People-Love-82749766</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 13 Apr 2008 13:35:02 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Things People Love</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">AGoddessFinch</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 ~AGoddessFinch</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sup><br />Tell me I&#039;m wrong and I&#039;ll call you a liar.<br /><br />~Finch<br /><br />Edit: Thank you so much for all the favorites and comments. I got home from school to see I was on the front page! It was really amazing and I would have nothing without all you guys! Thank you so much and I really, really love you all, I mean it!</sup> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ <br />The things people love are boys without shirts<br />Girls with fake tits that have cameras that work<br />Internet pages of vomit-stained crazes<br />Stealing your lover with cleavage-cut mazes<br />Boys who kiss boys and girls filled with hurt<br />Legs and a body attatched to a skirt<br /><br />The things people love are boys without shirts<br />Girls with fake tits that have cameras that work ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sup><br />Tell me I&#039;m wrong and I&#039;ll call you a liar.<br /><br />~Finch<br /><br />Edit: Thank you so much for all the favorites and comments. I got home from school to see I was on the front page! It was really amazing and I would have nothing without all you guys! Thank you so much and I really, really love you all, I mean it!</sup> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>A Pretty Girls Suicide</title>
                <link>http://picaninny-ice-freeze.deviantart.com/art/A-Pretty-Girls-Suicide-1783329</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2003 17:06:37 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">A Pretty Girls Suicide</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">picaninny-ice-freeze</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://picaninny-ice-freeze.deviantart.com">Copyright 2003-2013 ~picaninny-ice-freeze</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ A Pretty Girls Suicide <br>
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Meaning~ Just that the beautiful people aren't what everyone should  want to be. Sometimes it is better just to be you and me. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ A Pretty Girl's Suicide<br /><br />All the voices say<br />She has such a pretty smile<br />One that lasts for days<br />Like it was plastered on her face<br /><br />All the voices say<br />She wears such pretty clothes<br />The colors that just stand out in a crowd<br />Like she was a butterfly<br /><br />All the voices say<br />She has such pretty eyes<br />A mixture of green and blue<br />Like where the ocean meats the sky<br /><br />All the voices say<br />She has such pretty hair<br />It would shimmer in the breeze<br />Like dew on grass<br /><br />All the voices say<br />She was such a pretty girl<br />A girl who would make boys mouths water<br />Like a freshly baked apple pie<br /><br />But pretty is as pretty does<br />Every time she glimpsed a mirror<br />It  ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th05.deviantart.net/images/300W/large/poetry/poetexperimental/A_Pretty_Girls_Suicide.jpg" height="265" width="300"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/images/150/large/poetry/poetexperimental/A_Pretty_Girls_Suicide.jpg" height="133" width="150"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ A Pretty Girls Suicide <br>
<br>
Meaning~ Just that the beautiful people aren't what everyone should  want to be. Sometimes it is better just to be you and me.<br /><div><img src="http://th09.deviantart.net/images/150/large/poetry/poetexperimental/A_Pretty_Girls_Suicide.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The storm</title>
                <link>http://drop-asd.deviantart.com/art/The-storm-130225144</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 12:30:31 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The storm</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surrealism">literature/poetry/experimental/surrealism</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">drop-asd</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://drop-asd.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 *drop-asd</media:copyright>             <creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license>
                <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ EDIT:<br /><br />Wow, wow, wow!!! I cannot believe this! Thank you soooo much, Lili, for suggesting this poem. No, not for suggesting it - for being such a tremendous support, for being so appreciative, for simply being constantly <i>there</i>. <a href="http://gwompplz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src=http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/g/w/gwompplz.gif?1 alt=":icongwompplz:" title="gwompplz"/></a> You cannot begin to imagine how happy this makes me, it's such a rare, rare happiness for a writer to get such a personal piece of writing featured. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/e/excited.gif" width="23" height="19" alt=":excited:" title="OMG! I can't contain my excitement!"/> <a href="http://eeeeeplz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src=http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/e/e/eeeeeplz.gif?1 alt=":iconeeeeeplz:" title="eeeeeplz"/></a>. And my deepest gratitude to Jay as well for assessing this piece highly enough to feature. You are simply awesome! And also humblest thanks for all the help and assistance you've given me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/t/tighthug.gif" width="40" height="18" alt=":tighthug:" title="Tight Hug"/><br />Oh my, I still cannot believe this even though I knew it was suggested. I didn't think it would be good enough to show to the community but I am so grateful for having the chance to share my feelings and visions with more people. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/l/love2.gif" width="26" height="17" alt=":love:" title="Love"/><br /><br /><br />---------<br /><br /><br />A submission for the "Cloud" contest of *<a class="u" href="http://dailylitdeviations.deviantart.com/">DailyLitDeviations</a><br /><br />Huge apologies to Rebecca for being such a slacker with the collaboration, but I really had to get this poem off my chest. It's been draining my inspiration for months now. <br /><br />The initial idea comes from an afternoon when my family and I were collecting potatoes and then it suddenly went dark and stormy and started to pour. This summer there were torrential rains in Bulgaria, which devastated a large part of the crops. <br />This poem attempts to express some of the frustration farmers feel when nature itself destroys the fruits of the hard work. And hard it is, i can tell you.<br />It also began as a challenge, I wanted to see if I can paint a realistic rain scene without using the words "rain", "cloud", "field", and at the same time achieving a symphonic effect. Please tell me if I've succeeded or not.<br />This poem is very close to me but I don't feel it is finished so any critique and feedback is welcomed. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Cartilage-smooth azure extends <br />above bent heads.<br />Furrows   s t  r  e  t  c   h       b    e    y     o     <br /><br />                                 the edge                      &#160 ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ EDIT:<br /><br />Wow, wow, wow!!! I cannot believe this! Thank you soooo much, Lili, for suggesting this poem. No, not for suggesting it - for being such a tremendous support, for being so appreciative, for simply being constantly <i>there</i>. <a href="http://gwompplz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src=http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/g/w/gwompplz.gif?1 alt=":icongwompplz:" title="gwompplz"/></a> You cannot begin to imagine how happy this makes me, it's such a rare, rare happiness for a writer to get such a personal piece of writing featured. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/e/excited.gif" width="23" height="19" alt=":excited:" title="OMG! I can't contain my excitement!"/> <a href="http://eeeeeplz.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src=http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/e/e/eeeeeplz.gif?1 alt=":iconeeeeeplz:" title="eeeeeplz"/></a>. And my deepest gratitude to Jay as well for assessing this piece highly enough to feature. You are simply awesome! And also humblest thanks for all the help and assistance you've given me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/t/tighthug.gif" width="40" height="18" alt=":tighthug:" title="Tight Hug"/><br />Oh my, I still cannot believe this even though I knew it was suggested. I didn't think it would be good enough to show to the community but I am so grateful for having the chance to share my feelings and visions with more people. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/l/love2.gif" width="26" height="17" alt=":love:" title="Love"/><br /><br /><br />---------<br /><br /><br />A submission for the "Cloud" contest of *<a class="u" href="http://dailylitdeviations.deviantart.com/">DailyLitDeviations</a><br /><br />Huge apologies to Rebecca for being such a slacker with the collaboration, but I really had to get this poem off my chest. It's been draining my inspiration for months now. <br /><br />The initial idea comes from an afternoon when my family and I were collecting potatoes and then it suddenly went dark and stormy and started to pour. This summer there were torrential rains in Bulgaria, which devastated a large part of the crops. <br />This poem attempts to express some of the frustration farmers feel when nature itself destroys the fruits of the hard work. And hard it is, i can tell you.<br />It also began as a challenge, I wanted to see if I can paint a realistic rain scene without using the words "rain", "cloud", "field", and at the same time achieving a symphonic effect. Please tell me if I've succeeded or not.<br />This poem is very close to me but I don't feel it is finished so any critique and feedback is welcomed. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Breath of God</title>
                <link>http://soothingangel.deviantart.com/art/The-Breath-of-God-58767963</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://soothingangel.deviantart.com/art/The-Breath-of-God-58767963</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 30 Jun 2007 10:35:18 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Breath of God</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">SoothingAngel</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/o/soothingangel.jpg</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://soothingangel.deviantart.com">Copyright 2007-2013 ~SoothingAngel</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ . ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I.<br /><br />My bones have been like cabinets; <br />the hinges all dust, wood punctured.<br /><br />Breathe, hope, stamina (the grains wheat enough to take on<br />absence, sweat, and nausea) were misplaced. <br />Their dearth rearranged my skeleton in certain places,<br />and I stuck out here&#151;sunk in there.<br /><br />The nonexistence was pushy&#151;<br />bored with the fractures, <br />ignorant of setting the bone.<br /><br />I was ignorant of setting the bone, too.<br /><br />Mirrors were poor reflections, <br />wasted glass, unable to diagnose.<br /><br />I was intact. It appeared <br />that way. The angles spoke of it&#151;<br />they expressed the wholeness of body. Sure they did.<br /><br />They did.<br /><br />II.<br /><br />It spoke of other images, t ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ . ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>Fight Club</title>
                <link>http://faint-69.deviantart.com/art/Fight-Club-33998872</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://faint-69.deviantart.com/art/Fight-Club-33998872</guid>
                <pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2006 12:02:29 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Fight Club</media:title>
        <media:keywords></media:keywords>
                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Faint-69</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/f/a/faint-69.gif</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://faint-69.deviantart.com">Copyright 2006-2013 ~Faint-69</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ A collection of quotes from Tyler Durden to create a poem based on Tyler's facinating veiw upon life. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ If you wake up at a different time, <br />in a different place, <br />could you wake up as a different person?<br /><br />Our fathers were our models for God. <br />If our fathers bailed, <br />what does that tell you about God?<br /><br />You have to consider the possibility <br />that God does not like you. <br />He never wanted you. <br />In all probability, he hates you.<br /><br />Fuck damnation, Fuck redemption! <br />We are God's unwanted children? So be it!<br /><br />First you have to give up, <br />first you have to know... not fear... <br />know... that someday you're going to die.<br /><br />It's only after you've lost everything <br />that you're free to do anything.<br />Without pain, without sacrifice, <br />we would have nothi ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ A collection of quotes from Tyler Durden to create a poem based on Tyler's facinating veiw upon life. ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>I..</title>
                <link>http://ill-be-here-always.deviantart.com/art/I-146195872</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://ill-be-here-always.deviantart.com/art/I-146195872</guid>
                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 23:59:51 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">I..</media:title>
        <media:keywords></media:keywords>
                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Ill-Be-Here-Always</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/default.gif</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://ill-be-here-always.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~Ill-Be-Here-Always</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ RAWR<br /><br />Edit:<br /><br />Thanks so much everyone, please believe I&#039;m so thankful for all of your feedback. It means a lot after my hectic week to see people actually enjoy a poem of mine &lt;3 ~ ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I..<br /><br />I hate the way you smile<br />The way you wear your hair<br />I hate how you know I'd drop it all<br />If you said you care<br /><br />I hate how you massacre my thoughts<br />And run rampant through my brain<br />Destroy the monotony my life blocks<br />and drum the rhythm of the rain<br /><br />I hate how you spoke to me<br />And said you love me with those eyes<br />I hate how I knew it'd hurt<br />and hated more when I saw you cry<br /><br />I hate how our shot was so short<br />Lasting only through the fall<br />I hate how I can't stop thinking of you<br />Because I could never hate you at all ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ RAWR<br /><br />Edit:<br /><br />Thanks so much everyone, please believe I&#039;m so thankful for all of your feedback. It means a lot after my hectic week to see people actually enjoy a poem of mine &lt;3 ~ ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The People We Hate</title>
                <link>http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com/art/The-People-We-Hate-96346507</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com/art/The-People-We-Hate-96346507</guid>
                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 18:44:16 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The People We Hate</media:title>
        <media:keywords></media:keywords>
                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">AGoddessFinch</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/g/agoddessfinch.jpg?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 ~AGoddessFinch</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sup>Thinking about it.</sup> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ The people who hurt us, do they feel like we do?<br />Do they feel ugly and worthless in their skin like we do?<br />When they ache are their thoughts a bruised purple-blue<br />or are their brains always full of those rainbow-esque hues?<br />Do they suffer with the things that we're going through?<br />Or are they always indifferent to the sanity unglued?<br /><br />Those people we hate, can we feel their pain?<br />Do we know of their nail-biting sorrow and shame?<br />Are we driven to cruelty by cruelty they gave?<br />Or is rage bred within, in its own iron cage?<br /><br />And why do we hate?- Because we're not the same?<br />Or simply because they're unwilling to change? ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sup>Thinking about it.</sup> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>road rash and autopsy</title>
                <link>http://ohsostarryeyed.deviantart.com/art/road-rash-and-autopsy-137806214</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://ohsostarryeyed.deviantart.com/art/road-rash-and-autopsy-137806214</guid>
                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2009 15:44:46 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">road rash and autopsy</media:title>
        <media:keywords></media:keywords>
                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ohsostarryeyed</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/o/h/ohsostarryeyed.jpg?2</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://ohsostarryeyed.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 *ohsostarryeyed</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ maybe scraps.<br />really raw, i know.<br />excuse the irony. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ i'm not a strong person.<br />i am scared.<br />i am scared all the time.<br />i am so scared, sometimes i can't stop breathing,<br />or can't start,<br />and i am so unclear as to which it is,<br />but i just know i can't.<br /><br />i am going to open the car door<br />as my father's foot tilts back the accelerator<br />to add a little more pollution to the<br />atmosphere as we're going sixty.<br />seventy, if i am lucky.<br />i'll remember pulling up the child lock,<br />hearing it click and i realise i'm not<br />a child anymore. my heart will<br />wheeze at its realisation of maturity.<br />i will open it, and the wind will<br />jerk it open so violently that i will cry.<br />there is too much violence and the<br />m ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ maybe scraps.<br />really raw, i know.<br />excuse the irony. ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>of storms and sky</title>
                <link>http://pretty-as-a-picture.deviantart.com/art/of-storms-and-sky-109263475</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://pretty-as-a-picture.deviantart.com/art/of-storms-and-sky-109263475</guid>
                <pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 10:43:22 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">of storms and sky</media:title>
        <media:keywords></media:keywords>
                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Pretty-As-A-Picture</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/p/r/pretty-as-a-picture.gif?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://pretty-as-a-picture.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~Pretty-As-A-Picture</media:copyright>
            <media:community>
                <media:tags>@nirrimi</media:tags>
            </media:community>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ i let the storm soak through until it ran down in rivers down my skin. never leave, i ached, the world is ours in moments like this. then the wind made promises it wouldn&#039;t keep in my ears.<br />and the storm was no more, only me. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ see my hair dance wild as wind-strings jerk it about//hear the ocean-wind heave itself against us all- crashing into our eyes and mouth//feel the winter-wind brush our skins in summer//then inhale the heaviness of air and sink through the dirt- because darling, you don&#146;t deserve god&#146;s beautiful violence.<br /><br />(it drags the tree by its leaves saying kiss your trunk, kiss it and it does; releasing with a snap. the other trees flitter-flutter violently, crying within the cacophony of rain on concrete. white stars fall where light exists, and only sound where it disappears. the sky -the colour of sunburnt skin- watches it all with hunger. a ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ i let the storm soak through until it ran down in rivers down my skin. never leave, i ached, the world is ours in moments like this. then the wind made promises it wouldn&#039;t keep in my ears.<br />and the storm was no more, only me. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Suicide</title>
                <link>http://dooms.deviantart.com/art/Suicide-2649082</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://dooms.deviantart.com/art/Suicide-2649082</guid>
                <pubDate>Sat, 09 Aug 2003 14:55:22 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Suicide</media:title>
        <media:keywords></media:keywords>
                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Typographical">literature/poetry/experimental/typographical</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">dooms</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/o/dooms.jpg?3</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://dooms.deviantart.com">Copyright 2003-2013 ~dooms</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ *sigh* Whatever they did to DA, it  wasn't good. 10th attempt at uploading  this? 11th?<br />
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Thanks to Bobby Gaylor ]]></media:description>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th01.deviantart.net/images/150/i/4/e/a/Suicide.png" height="150" width="35"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th00.deviantart.net/images/300W/i/4/e/a/Suicide.png" height="900" width="213"/>            <media:content url="http://th07.deviantart.net/images/PRE/i/4/e/a/Suicide.png" height="1839" width="435" medium="image"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ *sigh* Whatever they did to DA, it  wasn't good. 10th attempt at uploading  this? 11th?<br />
----------------------------<br />
Thanks to Bobby Gaylor<br /><div><img src="http://th00.deviantart.net/images/300W/i/4/e/a/Suicide.png" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>My Winter</title>
                <link>http://mjulinir.deviantart.com/art/My-Winter-91382069</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://mjulinir.deviantart.com/art/My-Winter-91382069</guid>
                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 12:53:13 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">My Winter</media:title>
        <media:keywords></media:keywords>
                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surrealism">literature/poetry/experimental/surrealism</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Mjulinir</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/m/j/mjulinir.png?2</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://mjulinir.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 ~Mjulinir</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Oh, wow! I should really check my DA more often...A Daily Deviation! I never, ever, saw that coming! Thanks, everyone, for all of the kind comments, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to check my account. Also, thank you to <a target="_self" href="http://oleem.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/o/l/oleem.jpg?11" alt=":iconoleem:" title="Oleem"/></a> for suggesting the poem for a DD!<br /><br />Thank you so much to <a target="_self" href="http://oleem.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/o/l/oleem.jpg?11" alt=":iconoleem:" title="Oleem"/></a> for featuring this poem! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart"/> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Cardinals will <br />                drip <br />from the branches like <br />berries <br />and the sky will turn to smoke.<br />The ground crunches under your feet and it&#146;s <br />Almost as if you could <br />         sail away<br />across the ice.<br />Brandished behind screens of glass<br />are fists of ivory<br />They are covered in scratches and <br />         bloom<br />from the dark like magnolia blossoms. ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Oh, wow! I should really check my DA more often...A Daily Deviation! I never, ever, saw that coming! Thanks, everyone, for all of the kind comments, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to check my account. Also, thank you to <a target="_self" href="http://oleem.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/o/l/oleem.jpg?11" alt=":iconoleem:" title="Oleem"/></a> for suggesting the poem for a DD!<br /><br />Thank you so much to <a target="_self" href="http://oleem.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/o/l/oleem.jpg?11" alt=":iconoleem:" title="Oleem"/></a> for featuring this poem! <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart"/> ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>tHE cYBerPuNK aNThEM</title>
                <link>http://everlyric.deviantart.com/art/tHE-cYBerPuNK-aNThEM-17087191</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://everlyric.deviantart.com/art/tHE-cYBerPuNK-aNThEM-17087191</guid>
                <pubDate>Sun, 10 Apr 2005 16:19:58 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">tHE cYBerPuNK aNThEM</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Cyber Poetry">literature/poetry/experimental/cyberpoetry</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">everlyric</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/e/v/everlyric.png</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://everlyric.deviantart.com">Copyright 2005-2013 ~everlyric</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Cyberpunk: a genre of dystopian  science-fiction based on the works of  William Gibson and others, and on films  such as Blade Runner  and The Matrix.<br />
<br />
This is part of my series of cyber  poetry that seeks to question the  nature of cyberspace and our  relationship with our computers.<br />
<br />
The amazing image is by photographer  Steve Pyke <a href="http://www.pyke-eye.com">[link]</a> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ ]0®#Îñ_>.T.H.E._.C.Y.B.E.R.P.U.N.K._.A.N.T.H.E.M. ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs6/300W/i/2005/100/2/e/tHE_cYBerPuNK_aNThEM_by_everlyric.jpg" height="376" width="300"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs6/150/i/2005/100/2/e/tHE_cYBerPuNK_aNThEM_by_everlyric.jpg" height="150" width="120"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Cyberpunk: a genre of dystopian  science-fiction based on the works of  William Gibson and others, and on films  such as Blade Runner  and The Matrix.<br />
<br />
This is part of my series of cyber  poetry that seeks to question the  nature of cyberspace and our  relationship with our computers.<br />
<br />
The amazing image is by photographer  Steve Pyke <a href="http://www.pyke-eye.com">[link]</a><br /><div><img src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs6/150/i/2005/100/2/e/tHE_cYBerPuNK_aNThEM_by_everlyric.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>Smile</title>
                <link>http://pearboy.deviantart.com/art/Smile-68718704</link>
                <guid isPermaLink="true">http://pearboy.deviantart.com/art/Smile-68718704</guid>
                <pubDate>Wed, 31 Oct 2007 23:03:51 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Smile</media:title>
        <media:keywords></media:keywords>
                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">PearBoy</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/p/e/pearboy.png</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://pearboy.deviantart.com">Copyright 2007-2013 ~PearBoy</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ Smile. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)"/> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Smile.<br />BIG.<br />BIGGER.<br />Yeah, now you look happy.<br />What's that?<br />You're sad?<br />Too bad.<br />Smile. ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ Smile. <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=)" title="=) (Smile)"/> ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>How to kill a writer</title>
                <link>http://trante.deviantart.com/art/How-to-kill-a-writer-143102506</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 Nov 2009 18:13:29 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">How to kill a writer</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Trante</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://trante.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~Trante</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ ...<br /><br />For the <a href="http://thewrittenrevolution.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/t/h/thewrittenrevolution.png?2" alt=":iconthewrittenrevolution:" title="thewrittenrevolution"/></a> members, does the "Doctor" part is the source of a second degree reading of the whole poem? What if there wasn&#039;t this part in the poem? ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Ink on a blank sheet, suck dry a body<br />through the pen sitting between a finger<br />and an open vein, he won't last longer<br />than the emptiness written about she.<br /><br />               Doctor.<br /><br />Words to enlighten the path leading your<br />spark to the edge of the world, it's futile<br />when you're already falling, it's obscure.<br /><br />               Doctor,<br />               we're losing him.<br /><br />Paper to walk on like a white tile<br />ready to be brok ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ ...<br /><br />For the <a href="http://thewrittenrevolution.deviantart.com/"><img class="avatar" src="http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/t/h/thewrittenrevolution.png?2" alt=":iconthewrittenrevolution:" title="thewrittenrevolution"/></a> members, does the "Doctor" part is the source of a second degree reading of the whole poem? What if there wasn&#039;t this part in the poem? ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>I</title>
                <link>http://wh0rem0ans.deviantart.com/art/I-66319362</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 07:31:47 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">I</media:title>
        <media:keywords></media:keywords>
                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">wh0rem0ans</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://wh0rem0ans.deviantart.com">Copyright 2007-2013 ~wh0rem0ans</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I collect herbs on the Hansel and Gretel path to make a potion to drink and find the Baba Yaga within.<br /><br />I jeep a million miles a week to celebrate one secret from one child that hints at the power they carry blithely.<br /><br />I paint abstract road signs with the three colors plus dawn and twilight to find the night spot to dance the kundalini cha-cha.<br /><br />I sit on a throne of thorns and watch through the dispelling inner fog as my body torques into imitations of a rose blooming.<br /><br />I pour a river of skin into the ocean of his morning and feel the tsunami swell through a worldwide heartbeat.<br /><br />I suck the colors and light and darkness from my inner psychede ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>Sated</title>
                <link>http://adahplatha.deviantart.com/art/Sated-7937203</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2004 13:28:02 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Sated</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Typographical">literature/poetry/experimental/typographical</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">adahplatha</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://adahplatha.deviantart.com">Copyright 2004-2013 ~adahplatha</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah  blah ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Sated, she said, and bowed to the grave<br />nodding her lips to the thin of the wind<br />"Now it is june.  She is tired of being brave."<br />Always there, something of missing and him.<br /><br />Aubades on morning like nebula sighs<br />clash with the porn star handshakes and slick lips.<br />Names of the angels so quick fall to rise.<br />Nothing to know her but broken fingertips.<br /><br />She nods to the smile and turns eyes so austere.<br />But the rhyming part of this poem<br />                   	ends here.<br />                               run run she said to the boy.<br />                               run,  run, auld songs, old songs.<br />                          take your helmet, take y ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/images3/300W/i/2004/160/a/f/Sated.jpg" height="195" width="300"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th02.deviantart.net/images3/150/i/2004/160/a/f/Sated.jpg" height="98" width="150"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah  blah<br /><div><img src="http://th02.deviantart.net/images3/150/i/2004/160/a/f/Sated.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Note to Self</title>
                <link>http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com/art/Note-to-Self-109485280</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 14 Jan 2009 14:10:11 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Note to Self</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">AGoddessFinch</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/g/agoddessfinch.jpg?1</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~AGoddessFinch</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sup>Self vs. Self. Round one. Fight!</sup> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Dear Self.<br /><br />    We were good together;<br />    a team of one<br />    and for the most part I didn't mind you<br />    but in the long run you let me down<br />    you pissed me off<br />    you broke my heart<br />    I wanted to make it better but you wouldn't let me<br />    You made me wait until it was too late<br /><br />  You know what, Self?<br /><br /> I'm sick of you.<br />   I'm sick of what you made me<br /><br />I'm ugly<br />and broken<br />and unattractive to even myself<br />I'm a liar and freak and self-loathing monster<br />Green and self-centered<br />a wilting flower<br /><br />      I want to be pretty<br />      (but I cant)<br />      I want to be perfect<br />      (but I cant)<br />     I want to be painted in gold and flo ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sup>Self vs. Self. Round one. Fight!</sup> ]]></description>            </item>
            <item>
                <title>Computer</title>
                <link>http://xapax.deviantart.com/art/Computer-1430215</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 Mar 2003 00:27:13 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Computer</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Cyber Poetry">literature/poetry/experimental/cyberpoetry</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">xapax</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://xapax.deviantart.com">Copyright 2003-2013 ~xapax</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ An experiment into existentialism and relationships.<br /><br />A computer attains consciousness, and finds an error in a poetry file called "Man Loves Woman".  It&#039;s nature compels to find it and repair it, it begins an exploration into human relationships and the nature of love.<br /><br />It has no internet connection, and so references it&#039;s own files (particularly other poetry files)  to try and solve the puzzle before it...<br /><br />Full view it so the text opens up a bit.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" />  I used to have font size tags all over it, but dA currently doesn&#039;t allow them.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />  Perhaps in the near future I can resubmit this one with great HTML...<br /><br />This was a lot of fun, and it has never been shown anywhere else but right here at DeviantArt.<br /><br />Thank you very much for checking it out! ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ COMPUTER<br /><br />110101110101101010101000101010110111101010101010110010101010101011010011001010010101010010101010101010101010<br />010010101010100101010101011101010101010101011101010101010101111010111101010101010101000101010110101010101011<br />010101011010101010101101010101010101101010101010101011010101010101110110101101011010100101011010101010101101<br />010011010101111010101010110101010101010111010101101101010100001010110101010101010110101011101011101010101010<br />101011010111010110101010100010101011011110101010101011010010101010100101010101011101010101010101011101010101<br />010101111010111101010101010101000101010110101010101011010101011010101010101101010101010101 ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs42/i/2009/072/b/7/Computer_by_xapax.jpg" height="150" width="150"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs42/i/2009/072/b/7/Computer_by_xapax.jpg" height="150" width="150"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ An experiment into existentialism and relationships.<br /><br />A computer attains consciousness, and finds an error in a poetry file called "Man Loves Woman".  It&#039;s nature compels to find it and repair it, it begins an exploration into human relationships and the nature of love.<br /><br />It has no internet connection, and so references it&#039;s own files (particularly other poetry files)  to try and solve the puzzle before it...<br /><br />Full view it so the text opens up a bit.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" />  I used to have font size tags all over it, but dA currently doesn&#039;t allow them.  <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />  Perhaps in the near future I can resubmit this one with great HTML...<br /><br />This was a lot of fun, and it has never been shown anywhere else but right here at DeviantArt.<br /><br />Thank you very much for checking it out!<br /><div><img src="http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs42/i/2009/072/b/7/Computer_by_xapax.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>bored</title>
                <link>http://fukenrights.deviantart.com/art/bored-1289375</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 Feb 2003 07:56:40 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">bored</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">fukenrights</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://fukenrights.deviantart.com">Copyright 2003-2013 ~fukenrights</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ bored ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ bored <br />cant sleep<br />cant talk<br />cant eat<br />cant move<br />cant scream<br />cant blink<br />cant breathe<br />cant cry<br />cant love<br />cant stop<br />thinking of<br />your eyes <br />your kiss<br />your hands <br />your lips<br />my breats<br />my hips<br />my tongue<br />fingertips<br />our passion<br />our love<br />our stars<br />up above<br />our fire<br />our pain<br />our loses <br />our gains<br />bored<br />cant sleep<br />cant talk <br />cant eat... ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th09.deviantart.net/images/300W/i/2003/6/4/3/bored.jpg" height="300" width="300"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th04.deviantart.net/images/150/i/2003/6/4/3/bored.jpg" height="150" width="150"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ bored<br /><div><img src="http://th04.deviantart.net/images/150/i/2003/6/4/3/bored.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>ELEVEN O'CLOCK</title>
                <link>http://ohsostarryeyed.deviantart.com/art/ELEVEN-O-CLOCK-140568357</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 10:21:21 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">ELEVEN O'CLOCK</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ohsostarryeyed</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ohsostarryeyed.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 *ohsostarryeyed</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ going in scraps.<br /><br />i feel quiet now. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ I AM MAKING MY WORDS LOUD<br />SO THAT YOU MIGHT HEAR ME<br />FROM A MILLION MILES AWAY.<br /><br />MY FACE MELTED INTO WAX<br />LAST NIGHT, FOLDED HANDS<br />TURNED INTO TREMBLING LOVERS.<br />I SCREAMED SILENCE,<br />FOX DROWNING BETWEEN<br />MUSIC BEATS, CAN YOU HEAR ME,<br />PLEASE TELL ME YOU HEAR ME.<br /><br />CLOCK STRUCK ELEVEN AND I WAS <br />DOWN FOR THE COUNT,<br />I AM SCREAMING BUT MAKING NO<br />NOISE, A MILLION MILES,<br />A MILLION MILES-<br /><br />I WISH YOU WOULD LOVE ME<br />THE WAY YOU DID WHEN<br />I WAS SIXTEEN. ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ going in scraps.<br /><br />i feel quiet now. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>When Day Dies</title>
                <link>http://soothingangel.deviantart.com/art/When-Day-Dies-71221017</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2007 15:33:27 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">When Day Dies</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">SoothingAngel</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://soothingangel.deviantart.com">Copyright 2007-2013 ~SoothingAngel</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <i>I dont know anymore.</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />an expirement with formatting. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ My hair falls out like a beautiful sin, <br />my head, completely naked &#150;<br /><br />convenes with dawn and together they get drunk <br />on time.<br /><br />They overlook themselves. They drop all their favorite words and do not <br />pick them up again.<br /><br />Two heartbreaks later the heat handcuffs them; <br />together they murdered another day.<br /><br />Noon&#146;s skull, the many pieces &#150; <br />lay fractured on the sidewalk. Suburb love is dangerous.<br /><br />Before ducking into the cruiser, my head peeks<br />at the rest of it&#146;s childlike body standing on the curb, innocent.<br /><br />My head is a scandalous extension of my neck,<br />the rest of me doesn&#146;t wave to it. We are not friends.<br /><br />I w ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <i>I dont know anymore.</i><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />an expirement with formatting. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Insanity</title>
                <link>http://silenced-nightmare.deviantart.com/art/Insanity-46567588</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Jan 2007 09:58:26 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Insanity</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">silenced-nightmare</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://silenced-nightmare.deviantart.com">Copyright 2007-2013 ~silenced-nightmare</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ That was strangly fun to write.<br />
<br />
12. Insanity, for the challenge. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ INSANITY<br /><br />I can't<br />contain<br />myself-<br /><br />No one<br />is<br />listening-<br /><br />Some one is<br />whispering<br />to me-I swear-<br /><br />All the walls<br />are<br />closing in-<br /><br />Narcotics on <br />the<br />floor-<br /><br />I watch you<br />pick <br />up the phone-<br /><br />"Too late," I <br />keep<br />repeating-<br /><br />"You're<br />too<br />late" ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ That was strangly fun to write.<br />
<br />
12. Insanity, for the challenge. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>napoleon at seven</title>
                <link>http://trumancoyote.deviantart.com/art/napoleon-at-seven-31510050</link>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 08 Apr 2006 02:56:16 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">napoleon at seven</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surrealism">literature/poetry/experimental/surrealism</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">trumancoyote</media:credit>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/t/r/trumancoyote.jpg?3</media:credit> 
        <media:copyright url="http://trumancoyote.deviantart.com">Copyright 2006-2013 ~trumancoyote</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ a whiff of grapeshot. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ an old guitarist sitting<br />on a watercolor hill,<br /><br />plucking on six strings absent.<br />two halves of breasts running near<br /><br />under van gogh's starry night,<br />under black-white guernica.<br /><br />everything in all jigsaws,<br />everything in trepid cubes.<br /><br />a girl before a mirror<br />with violin and guitar,<br /><br />sitting with three musicians<br />and a woman with her book,<br /><br />stippling all realities<br />of intangible maternity.<br /><br />hours yielding from dalí's clock,<br />minutes sub-the alchemist<br /><br />like rain, like raining, like rained&mdash;<br />portraits wilt with abstract smiles.<br /><br />clear sfumato, oh still life,<br />napoleon at seven. ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ a whiff of grapeshot. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Heavy and Medic Fifty Themes</title>
                <link>http://kiwisupreme.deviantart.com/art/Heavy-and-Medic-Fifty-Themes-147712296</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 01:01:20 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Heavy and Medic Fifty Themes</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>adult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Other">literature/poetry/experimental/other</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">kiwisupreme</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://kiwisupreme.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~kiwisupreme</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ SO GUESS WHAT I&#039;VE BEEN OBSESSING OVER FOR THE PAST WEEK AND A HALF huh it seems so much longer than that, usually it takes a while for me to start writing fanfiction<br /><br />So, anyways, I was like HEY I BET IT&#039;D BE FUN TO DO ONE OF THOSE FIFTY THEME ONE SENTENCE CHALLENGE THINGIES <br /><br />so i did one<br />and it was fun like I thought it&#039;d be<br /><br />used the delta set, if anyone cares<br /><br />man, i&#039;m such a wimp, i cried writing the very last one emoooooo i need sleep<br /><br />jesus i started this at like seven in the evening it&#039;s four am now oh god whyyyyy<br /><br /><br />also, yay first fanfiction and first gay i&#039;ve posted on devart<br /><br /><br /><br />ALSO, WARNING, CONTAINS GAY, IMPLIED SEX, STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, NAZIS, COMMIES, and SANDVICHES<br /><br />SANVICHES, BITCHES<br />Sleep? Sleep is for leetle babies! ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ #01-Air <br />Heavy counts the time Medic gave him CPR as their first kiss, even if he doesn't remember it.<br /><br />#02-Apples <br />"I am not fruit, leetle Scout, apple is fruit," Heavy corrected.<br /><br />#03-Beginning <br />Each sunrise is one more day they're both alive.<br /><br />#04-Bugs <br />"Liebling," Medic coos as he kisses Heavy's bruised knuckles, "He vas calling us 'maggots,' not 'faggots.'"<br /><br />#05-Coffee <br />Sugar and cream are rare luxuries, so Heavy tries to be extra sweet so Medic will never miss them.<br /><br />#06-Dark <br />Strains of conversation and the tantalizing aroma of pot roast waft under the pantry door, but Medic can't find his pants, so they are trapped until dinner  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ SO GUESS WHAT I&#039;VE BEEN OBSESSING OVER FOR THE PAST WEEK AND A HALF huh it seems so much longer than that, usually it takes a while for me to start writing fanfiction<br /><br />So, anyways, I was like HEY I BET IT&#039;D BE FUN TO DO ONE OF THOSE FIFTY THEME ONE SENTENCE CHALLENGE THINGIES <br /><br />so i did one<br />and it was fun like I thought it&#039;d be<br /><br />used the delta set, if anyone cares<br /><br />man, i&#039;m such a wimp, i cried writing the very last one emoooooo i need sleep<br /><br />jesus i started this at like seven in the evening it&#039;s four am now oh god whyyyyy<br /><br /><br />also, yay first fanfiction and first gay i&#039;ve posted on devart<br /><br /><br /><br />ALSO, WARNING, CONTAINS GAY, IMPLIED SEX, STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, NAZIS, COMMIES, and SANDVICHES<br /><br />SANVICHES, BITCHES<br />Sleep? Sleep is for leetle babies! ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>winter footnotes</title>
                <link>http://e-bojnowski.deviantart.com/art/winter-footnotes-146491044</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Dec 2009 23:26:34 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">winter footnotes</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Surrealism">literature/poetry/experimental/surrealism</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">e-bojnowski</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://e-bojnowski.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 ~e-bojnowski</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ update June 2,2010<br />first place???!?!?!?!?<br /><a href="http://news.deviantart.com/article/119046/">[link]</a><br /><br /><br /><br />this hurt really badly to type.<br />sorry if I have been inattentive-<br />my neck is injured and I can't sit at the computer for long. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ winter footnotes<br />e.bojnowski<br /><br />your elbows were anchors <br />in a softly-lit parking lot,<br />where you sang to glass and paper:<br /><br />and your visions are quiet hills<br />your visions are shy sounds<br />your visions are sheep covered in frost.<br /><br />speaking<br />loose tongued,<br />like an old shoe-<br /><br />that dry rasp <br />that leaves me covered in skin flakes,<br />leaves me <br />brushed onto the wall .<br /><br />I am the raised bumps in spackle-<br />ripped off with the sound of a poor phonograph:<br /><br />in my chain link home,<br />a residual ghost. ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ update June 2,2010<br />first place???!?!?!?!?<br /><a href="http://news.deviantart.com/article/119046/">[link]</a><br /><br /><br /><br />this hurt really badly to type.<br />sorry if I have been inattentive-<br />my neck is injured and I can't sit at the computer for long. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>The Vampire and His Servant I</title>
                <link>http://taro-tora.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-His-Servant-I-104448344</link>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2008 18:51:35 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">The Vampire and His Servant I</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Taro-Tora</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://taro-tora.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 *Taro-Tora</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ THERE ARE MANY PARTS TO THIS POEM SERIES, SO BE SURE TO READ THEM ALL!!! &gt;_&lt;<br /><br />THIS IS AN UPDATED VERSION OF THE SAME POEM THAT I SUBMITTED A FEW DAYS AGO. ^_^ THERE WERE SOME MISTAKES IN IT, SO I FIXED THEM AND RESUBMITTED IT.<br /><br /><br />This is a poem I wrote about a vampire and his... um... servant... thing... <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/a/animesweat.gif" width="19" height="19" alt="^^;" title="Sweating a little..." />;<br />...Yes, they are both guys...<br /><br />Tell me what you think about the poem. I would like to hear feedback from you all. ^_^<br /><br />I&#039;m kind of into Gothic Poetry right now, so I tried to make a little Gothic poem, but I think I failed... <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/a/animesweat.gif" width="19" height="19" alt="^^;" title="Sweating a little..." />;<br /><br />Oh well... I like the visuals that it gives me. ^_^<br /><br /><br />2nd Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-His-Servant-II-104902810">[link]</a><br />3rd Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-His-Servant-3-104905342">[link]</a><br />4th Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-his-Servant-IV-105002577">[link]</a><br />5th Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-His-Servant-V-106279843">[link]</a><br />6th Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-His-Servant-VI-109425381">[link]</a><br />7th Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-His-Servant-7-113729639">[link]</a><br />8th Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-His-Servant-8-119129065">[link]</a><br />9th Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-his-Servant-9-132629952">[link]</a> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[                                         The Vampire and his Servant<br />                          ________________________________________<br /><br />As I fall on the withered ground,<br />I stare up at the darkening sky,<br />Tears pouring from my pleading eyes.<br />I want to be free from this hell&#133;<br /><br />Light footsteps sound, stepping toward me.<br />I turn my head, slowly, the fear sending chills down my spine&#133;<br />Making my heart cold.<br /><br />He walks towards me, his graceful legs carrying him closer.<br />His long black hair whips against his pale face<br />As a sudden wind makes contact with his slender body<br /><br />As he reaches me, he kneels down in front of my crumbled body.<br />I  ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ THERE ARE MANY PARTS TO THIS POEM SERIES, SO BE SURE TO READ THEM ALL!!! &gt;_&lt;<br /><br />THIS IS AN UPDATED VERSION OF THE SAME POEM THAT I SUBMITTED A FEW DAYS AGO. ^_^ THERE WERE SOME MISTAKES IN IT, SO I FIXED THEM AND RESUBMITTED IT.<br /><br /><br />This is a poem I wrote about a vampire and his... um... servant... thing... <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/a/animesweat.gif" width="19" height="19" alt="^^;" title="Sweating a little..." />;<br />...Yes, they are both guys...<br /><br />Tell me what you think about the poem. I would like to hear feedback from you all. ^_^<br /><br />I&#039;m kind of into Gothic Poetry right now, so I tried to make a little Gothic poem, but I think I failed... <img src="http://e.deviantart.net/emoticons/a/animesweat.gif" width="19" height="19" alt="^^;" title="Sweating a little..." />;<br /><br />Oh well... I like the visuals that it gives me. ^_^<br /><br /><br />2nd Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-His-Servant-II-104902810">[link]</a><br />3rd Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-His-Servant-3-104905342">[link]</a><br />4th Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-his-Servant-IV-105002577">[link]</a><br />5th Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-His-Servant-V-106279843">[link]</a><br />6th Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-His-Servant-VI-109425381">[link]</a><br />7th Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-His-Servant-7-113729639">[link]</a><br />8th Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-His-Servant-8-119129065">[link]</a><br />9th Part- <a href="http://yukivalentine.deviantart.com/art/The-Vampire-and-his-Servant-9-132629952">[link]</a> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>i cannot feel it anymore</title>
                <link>http://ohsostarryeyed.deviantart.com/art/i-cannot-feel-it-anymore-141580451</link>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Oct 2009 17:59:54 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">i cannot feel it anymore</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">ohsostarryeyed</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://ohsostarryeyed.deviantart.com">Copyright 2009-2013 *ohsostarryeyed</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ i swear i can't, i swear i'm almost over it entirely.<br /><br />block of words, it's how it has to be. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ my own heart,<br />the most terrible thing i ever knew,<br />more than the seventeen candles i could<br />not gather the breath to extinguish,<br />more than the shake in my fingers as i said<br />i could not love you like you love me,<br />more than the sheer face from which<br />my stomach sank<br />as you swore you loved me the same<br />way i loved you and how i knew in my heart <br />you were wrong;<br />peeling back my thoughts to see<br />how you loved her, seeing that the windows<br />gleamed because you loved her,<br />knowing that your dreams bloomed because you loved her<br />never feeling how your body screamed <br />because <br />you <br />loved <br />her ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ i swear i can't, i swear i'm almost over it entirely.<br /><br />block of words, it's how it has to be. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Control.</title>
                <link>http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com/art/Control-100894272</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 08:02:29 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Control.</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">AGoddessFinch</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 ~AGoddessFinch</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sup>Edit: I bet you guys have absolutely no idea what this is about.</sup> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Even without teeth we'll find ways to bite<br />Soak up our water; we'll burn you alive<br />Religionless minds find hate to praise<br />And God-loving men have a Father to blame<br /><br />Put out our fire; you'll smother to death<br />Burn out our feathers and we'll crush your chest<br />Abolish disease and cancer of the brain<br />Someone will find a way to kill you again<br /><br />You say put up your hands and I say never<br />Make excuses, excuses<br />And we'll never get better ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sup>Edit: I bet you guys have absolutely no idea what this is about.</sup> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>Macrophobia</title>
                <link>http://aaaaaaaahhhh.deviantart.com/art/Macrophobia-43114680</link>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 16:37:26 PST</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">Macrophobia</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>adult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">aaaaaaaahhhh</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://aaaaaaaahhhh.deviantart.com">Copyright 2006-2013 ~aaaaaaaahhhh</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ If you knew my old work, you might not get this. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ <br />I<br /><br />     We reside on an ashen shore of<br />sagging streetlanterns and hollow breaths<br />of conversation<br />   The air waves violently against remedial trees. There is small<br />chance the pines will last longer than us,<br />     for they do not have guns.<br /><br />II<br /><br />     The vapid ebb of color washing<br />against the screen depicts a <br />political uprising that rolls on mute.<br />   Focus falls short of picture-perfect<br />perils. Personally, their pages present <br />personified public pawning, putting picked <br />pairs in proximity to perception of <br />previous perspective. Possibly, their ploy<br />and plotting perturbs the peace.<br />   Soon we'll know.<br /><br />III<br /><br />     Finishing his pis ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ If you knew my old work, you might not get this. ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>It Feels Good to Love</title>
                <link>http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com/art/It-Feels-Good-to-Love-95714050</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 22 Aug 2008 16:22:35 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">It Feels Good to Love</media:title>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">AGoddessFinch</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://agoddessfinch.deviantart.com">Copyright 2008-2013 ~AGoddessFinch</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ <sup><i>Dance, fucker, dance.</i><br /><br />-Finch</sup> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ Disrespectful mutilation<br />Manipulated masturbation<br />Semi-conscious, lying words<br />And selfish, wounding, hot impatience<br /><br />You wouldn't know love if it spit in your face<br />If it broke both your legs to put you back in your place<br />The only love you know is pink-plastic fake<br />It moves the way you want because you gave it it's shape<br /><br />It feels good to love but better to control<br />With muscles blue and irises gold<br />Strong in body but stronger in mind<br />With words like that you'll have her in no time ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ <sup><i>Dance, fucker, dance.</i><br /><br />-Finch</sup> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>exclaim</title>
                <link>http://real-rabbit.deviantart.com/art/exclaim-11046007</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 30 Sep 2004 21:05:23 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">exclaim</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
                <media:category label="Typographical">literature/poetry/experimental/typographical</media:category>
        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Real-rabbit</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://real-rabbit.deviantart.com">Copyright 2004-2013 ~Real-rabbit</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ i love punctuation . . . i often wished  that it was tangible because i would  love to be able to put it to use . . .  . <br />
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another older piece [10.1.03] and i  have it titled "exclaim" only because  it wouldn't let my ! stand alone<br />
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sending big thanks out there to  *breathheld for the wonderful advice <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ ah!<br />            and<br />ha!<br />            and just<br />!<br />            !!<br />the pound and the thud and the gasp<br />captured in<br />! -<br />            !!<br />and the italian gesture<br />the overwhelming<br />            (! - !) verbose<br />physical - !<br />of clenched fists and swooping arms<br /><br />oh!<br />-but this is<br />            joy!<br />            exuberance!<br />! -<br />love<br />            !love!passion!life!<br />the sun !-gloriously! climaxes over the trees<br />the silent !-scream! of eyes<br />            as they !-beam! and !-shine!<br />and - !<br />just - !<br /><br />isn't it wonderful!<br />the fact<br />            the exclamation<br />overriding any question<br />-a state of ecstasy confined to a mere dash and dot<br />       ]]></media:text>            
            <description><![CDATA[ i love punctuation . . . i often wished  that it was tangible because i would  love to be able to put it to use . . .  . <br />
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another older piece [10.1.03] and i  have it titled "exclaim" only because  it wouldn't let my ! stand alone<br />
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sending big thanks out there to  *breathheld for the wonderful advice <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>            </item>
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                <title>scrap</title>
                <link>http://veyska.deviantart.com/art/scrap-6415238</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2004 11:57:07 PDT</pubDate>
                        <media:title type="plain">scrap</media:title>
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                        <media:rating>nonadult</media:rating>
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        <media:credit role="author" scheme="urn:ebu">Veyska</media:credit>
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        <media:copyright url="http://veyska.deviantart.com">Copyright 2004-2013 ~Veyska</media:copyright>            <media:description type="html"><![CDATA[ There was a stray scrap of paper on the  top of one of my notebooks from where I  tore a sheet of paper for some reason  or another.  Bored in math class, I  carefully tore the scrap off, and just  started scribbling down random ideas.   Eventually a theme developed, and I  managed to miraculously end the poem at  the tip of the scrap paper.  Turned it  in as one of the required two to three  poems for a poetry class I was in at  the time, and the professor loved the  whole concept.  What can I say?  Weird  things happen when I get bored. ]]></media:description>        
        <media:text type="html"><![CDATA[ tiny little piece of scrap paper / left behind / forgotten / unwanted / wonder whose it was? / where did the rest of you go? / is it in some student's folder? / is it in some fledgling artist's sketchbook? / is it a paper airplane poised for its first flight? / is it a paper boat, destined to float to a soggy, watery grave? / is it too in pieces like you, so made in a moment of frustration at an idea lost forever? / is it stuck in tiny specks to the walls of a classroom, legacy of a spitwad fight? / is it tinder for some flickering campfire? / is it shared with a friend who forgot their notebook? / is it folded into some fantastical origami c ]]></media:text>            <media:thumbnail url="http://fc06.deviantart.net/images3/i/2004/099/0/c/scrap.jpg" height="1028" width="203"/>            <media:thumbnail url="http://th06.deviantart.net/images3/150/i/2004/099/0/c/scrap.jpg" height="150" width="30"/>            
            <description><![CDATA[ There was a stray scrap of paper on the  top of one of my notebooks from where I  tore a sheet of paper for some reason  or another.  Bored in math class, I  carefully tore the scrap off, and just  started scribbling down random ideas.   Eventually a theme developed, and I  managed to miraculously end the poem at  the tip of the scrap paper.  Turned it  in as one of the required two to three  poems for a poetry class I was in at  the time, and the professor loved the  whole concept.  What can I say?  Weird  things happen when I get bored.<br /><div><img src="http://th06.deviantart.net/images3/150/i/2004/099/0/c/scrap.jpg" alt="thumbnail" /></div> ]]></description>            </item>
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