Daily Lit Recognition for June 6^th, 2014

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Poetry

_{Featured by: AyeAye12}

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The Trilogy Of A Narcissist by IvvieTrinket

<sub>Malicious imagery describes a
particularly horrible person, as well
as the damage caused by him/her.


Suggested by: A-Shadow-Rose
Featured by: chromeantennae</sub>



hibernation by skygazing

_{Suggester says: A poem that does
justice to the words "beautiful beyond belief.}

Prose

_{Suggested by: chromeantennae
Featured by: betwixtthepages}

A Haircut OutsideWhile I was sitting in the backyard waiting for my father to cut my hair, I gazed at the swaying trees and the dancing grass. The golden light from the sunset penetrated through the branches and created light patches on the ground, making parts of the grass a brilliant yellow-green. I could feel the soft wind gently flowing through the serene environment and hear it through the rustling of the leaves. Although the wooden planks that formed the fence enclosed the area, it still felt free and open.
First, my father used an electric hair clipper to remove my hair. Since it was near my ears, I heard the buzzing. Then, he sank his hands into a bowl of water to wet my hair, and using scissors, he gradually trimmed it. It may sound weird, but the sensation of the scissors snipping along with the feeling of your hair being cut is somehow pleasant in a way.
Parts of my hair involuntarily became victims to gravity, falling to the brown soil beneath. As the blades of hair lay there, I saw the sim
A Haircut Outside by IridescentCatalyst

<sub>From the suggester: This non-fiction
piece is quite the interesting read. It's
introspective nature makes for prose
that keeps you intrigued till the end.


Featured by: SpriteBlayde</sub>

Papers and Cake    Roses were a curious flower, rife with symbolic meaning yet rarely understood. Thorns and blossoms forming an artistic counterpoint, Lyra ceased fussing with the arrangement and finally turned up her face to acknowledge her tutor. It was a rare concession, but she’d grown bored with the basic exercises she’d already done and knew he wouldn't let her advance if she didn't listen to him drone on about what was next. Oddly, he made no move to launch into one of his speeches, and after a moment she realized he hadn't paid her any attention as she ignored him.
    “Sir.”
    Lyra felt no shame or irony at the reprimand in her voice. Her parents paid him good money; it was his duty to sit and allow her to torment him. Vexingly, he didn't so much as look up, and instead continued writing something in the slim notebook he always carried with him. She'd thought it was to take down his reports on her progress but judging fr
Papers and Cake by StrongMedicine

_{A piece where the author uses
skillful descriptions and brief conversations
to lure the reader in. The air of mystery
surrounding this piece and the character
will leave you wanting to know more.}

Foreign Language

_{Featured by Malintra-Shadowmoon}

En attendant l'eteMes pas glissent sur le parquet trop ciré,
Ma robe vole, légère, sur ce rythme un peu rapide.
Mon sourire brille par ta présence, ton regard presque vide,
Toi, qui, pensif, ne vois de moi qu'une ombre estompée.
Sous la lumière, dans le bois rouge de l'automne,
Souviens-toi, côtes à côtes nous marchions.
Et ce début d'hiver aux après-midi monotones,
S'est enchanté, fleuri des moments où nous riions.
Assis auprès d'un feu, tu ne me vois pas.
Tu ne le sais pas, mais je suis toujours là.
Et me balançant au rythme d'une berceuse,
Celle qui résonne en secret dans mon coeur,
Je regarde tes doigts, rêveuse,
Jouer sur cette mélodie qui fait mon bonheur.
Quand dans le vert nouveau des prés tu marchera,
N'oublie pas, je serai, encore et toujours, à danser.
Et les regards, les mots durs, rien ne m'arrêtera,
J'ai trouvé en moi le son de la libe
En attendant l'ete by Eilwenn

_{This romantic poem deals with
a woman dancing throughout the year.
The fast dance in summer, the red coloured
forest in autumn, the pace of a cradle in winter,
more accelerated in spring - always waiting
for summer. The dance is together with her
loved one and she wishes that it will last forever.}


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