Daily Literature Recognition May 6, 2014

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Published: May 6, 2014

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Daily Lit Recognition for May 6^th, 2014

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Poetry

_{Suggested by: SilverInkblot}

_{Featured by: ladyshadowrage}

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Ode To A Pair Of Hiking Shoes by NathanielFlyingOwl

_{You can learn a surprising amount about a person by studying one thing about them - in this case, a pair of shoes.}

_{Suggested by: MagicalJoey}

_{Featured by: betwixtthepages}

making teain a warmed pot
hot water and tea leaves
meet in an intimate embrace
pleased by the tea leaves' attentions
the water becomes a sweet golden nectar
but the water is a cruel lover
and she turns bitter if held too long
so the tea leaves are left behind
tired and used, forgotten
the water has taken what she wants

making tea by kilkegard

_{From the suggester: I loved this because the first few lines drew me in and the last line cemented a change of direction, in my opinion, from the focus on the tea to focus on the water who has now become an unkind lover.}

_{Featured by: ladyshadowrage}

Reality.We're bound by loving chains that sink us right into the depths of

HELL...

You'll be screaming as you're dragged beneath, but you know it all, all too

well...

Fake friends and power hungry forces that make the earth so
cold,
How dare you scream out for help? How dare you be so
bold?
How dare you question authority, it's really not your
place,
Keep your mouth shut in society, keep it shut for goodness
sake.
Our world is corrupt, now don't you see it? Or are you oh so
blind?
Or can you describe to me what went wrong, could you really be so
kind?

Reality by TheDarkeyedangel

_{This piece captures questions and feelings that we have all had.}

Prose

_{Featured by: VertigoArt}

an exercise in giving upI don’t know what I’m doing in this place.
My bones ache to take me away – to take me anywhere but here. But my heart remembers this place and its beat is racing, pumping blood into the far corners of my body, making my limbs too heavy to move. But I want to leave so badly, with every part of my being, but the one. My heart still belongs here…even after all these years.
I don’t remember the last time I saw your face.
But I can tell you that I still hear your voice in my dreams. In the deepest of sleeps, you’re still alive inside of me, deep within the folds of my heart, the dark spaces of my imagination. You’re alive there, even though I know nothing of where you are in reality. I know nothing of you anymore. Maybe that’s for the better. Maybe. Maybe.
I can’t recall the first time that I heard time will make it better.
But I do know that my mom repeats it to me every Saturday when I go to visit her in that old house that’s fu

an exercise in giving up by paperheartsyndrome

_{Emotion pours off the page in this short piece. Crawling inside the mind of the narrator we get an interesting look at heartbreak and then acceptance. One reader said it was like "ripping out my heart and leaving it in some dusty corner somewhere". Beautiful words.}

_{Suggested by: chromeantennae}

_{Featured by: betwixtthepages}

If you're ever at the bottom of the sea...You cut me like a landscape, the kind with cresting hills, which rise into tsunamis.
You disturbed me in a bump; something, about a boy, who sings his heart in damper peddles. But it was I who sustained this love, one melody, of life and pain rolled into mornings of stage lights and an incessant itch to crawl into the dark. I never knew I could find another person so shackled by the past. (I’m relieved and strangled.)
I miss you in those Everest waves, wishing your eyes would ghost over me just once in a ripple of remembrance. I wish I could bend these hills down to be like her plains, so you could walk in me, and hum, and touch the leaves of trees and not worry about where your soles step next. I can be better, but I cannot be her… though you grow tired, you say, and irritated, you say. I don’t think you even know what you want.
But... these valley-winds feel lovely, and the sight from jagged peaks just may be worth the heartache.

If you're ever at the bottom of the sea ... by Nullibicity

_{From the suggester: For this piece to be a non-fiction piece, for her to use such poetic imagery yet convey her emotions so strongly is so astounding. It's gorgeous.}

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