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Halloween is coming up quick, so why not enter the All Hallow's Tales[Prose] or Poetry Screams[Poetry] contests?
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Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests, and spotlighting a specific group every week. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.
I will resume posting Love dA Lit on September 2nd or, at the latest, September 9th. Please feel free to send me lit things while I'm away if they're going to be relevant until those dates. 
Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests, and spotlighting a specific group every week. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.
Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests, and spotlighting a specific group every week. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.
Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests, and spotlighting a specific group every week. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.
Today, November 3rd, is the last day to send me in your reason! 
Share what you love about the Lit Community, your reason doesn't need to be long, it could be a few words or a few sentences. Be as specific or general as you want!
Every Sunday this article will aim to promote volunteer opportunities, various resources, prompts, challenges, and workshops, as well as highlighting various contests, and spotlighting a specific group every week. This is by no means a complete list of all the literature going-ons, merely a tool to help you get involved and stay informed.
Welcome to the fifth issue of Lit Linked! This is an article featuring ten literature pieces that have Linked to another deviation [or deviations].#dALinkSystem is a group dedicated towards increasing artists exposure by helping others and themselves through a simple and effective "Linking" system: Link another artist's submission in your artist's comment box. It helps everyone's exposure and finds undiscovered art.
LavenderAn enchanting, living violet blossom
refreshes my scattered mind from my hardship
with its nostalgic, unforgettable fragrant.
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Here's what I can see:Everything holding onto the world so tight,
Everyone holding each other upright,
Everybody standing close and standing tall,
Every color, every orientation, everybody.
Holding hands and stronger for it all.
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The Bright Side of DyslexiaI was born with auditory dyslexia.
I once heard of someone who wrote, directed, and coastguard in their own movie.
I knew what the right word was, but it still got me thinking:
About the invigorating music of waves crashing against my vessel,
The challenge of serving to the best of my skills,
The pride of keeping the shores of my homeland safe.
That was how I found my career,
And it's been just as rewarding as I had hoped.
An episode of CSI mentioned literature marks on the vic's neck,
Which inspired a fulfilling side project of poetry.
In a later CSI, taunts were exchanged:
"I'm the king of the jingle here!
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I Am Not UglyWeek 1
"Why don't you like your body?" Kim asked. Noticing my eyes focused on her pen, she laid it and the yellow legal pad on the table between us. I didn't bother to look at the scribbles there. I knew what they would say.
Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Low self-esteem. Victim of sexual abuse. Negative self-image. Possibly related to attacker's verbal abuse.
"Because I'm ugly." My fingers found a strand of lanky blond hair and started to twist. Around and around, tighter and tighter. Eventually, strands were pulled from my scalp, but I didn't notice. Pain had stopped existing.
"Why do you think that?" Kim shifted in
DrownedWaters deep and dark
My tender heart is broken
Death, take me away
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FearLife is fear, and fear unfolds,
Comes storming in your way.
The Great Destroyer; holds you back,
Chuckles at your sorrow.
If you could only hold a while,
Hang on 'till tomorrow.
Tomorrow never comes, and Fear is fine.
It knows your ins and outs.
Knows you'll never hang your fears,
Knows you'll always have doubts.
Cold and strong; as steel and ice,
Cripples and devastates,
And is never very nice.
Indecision, restlessness-
But cautionary and sane?
Enemy or friend?
Truth is never plain.
Protects you from yourself,
And all your natural folly.
Mocking handicap;
Instigates melancholy.
©M.Botelho 2012
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Little PrinceWait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back.
I met a boy. He wanted a sheep.
He gave me the gift of laughing stars.
I promised him I will not weep:
that secret will stay forever ours...
I met a boy. He owned a rose.
She's on his planet - very far.
I watch it every night - he knows...
And so, if you by chance are close
to the place where his footprints are -
Wait for a time, exactly under the star.
Then, if a little man appears who laughs,
who has golden hair
and who refuses to answer questions,
you will know who he is.
Then he will teach you how to see -
with your heart and not with you eyes,
how moody some flowers can be,
and how you should establish ties.
So prepare to be a little tamed,
just like it happened once to me.
And if you cry - he can't be blamed:
that's what comes
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To Us- Synesthesiai.
every sound
excites a burst
of color; an
exploding
firework,
dancing and
twirling.
ii.
your voice
tastes of mangoes;
sticky
and sweet,
caressing my senses.
your flavor is
personal.
iii.
the letters
all become a
different personality.
"T" is crabby
and "I" worries.
"J" is strong
and mighty.
iv.
closer and
farther away;
each number becomes
its own plane
and point
in space;
perfect details.
v.
all the numbers
form lines
becoming an army
of curvy rows,
swirling round
and round.
a perfect pattern.
vi.
letters take
on colors,
each and every one
a different hue,
a different shade,
forming rainbo
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MoyanSoftness, hidden behind tiger and sword.
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Trippin'"If only there's a pill for heartaches."
"Oh, but there is. It's called acid, sweetheart."
Acid. It warms my tongue and incinerates all rational thought. I find myself gazing at the ceiling, transfixed by the colors dancing across my eyes. Plumes of purple smoke swirl and mix with streams of green and yellow. Time ceases to exist; one moment blends into the other in an incoherent mess. And then I'm melting - I can see my own veins seep through my skin and I feel myself sinking. Panic and fear begins to take control, but then I realize something. Isn't this what I wanted all along? To disappear and cease to exist? Of course, the feeling of d
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The final trip...I lay there, just lying there on the floor shaking. How many had I taken? Seven, eight, ten of those pills? I might’ve even have taken the rest of the bottle. I opened my eyes enough to peer out. Whatever I looked I saw six of as it spun. I rolled onto my back not so gracefully.
As I stared at the ceiling, the fan spinning in circles, seem to hypnotize me. The room began to spin as if it were in a blender. Windows, walls, and the floor melded together. The dull colors of my studio apartment suddenly burst with color. Pinks and oranges sizzled while blues and teals crashed like waves. It seemed like I was seeing nothing but a giant lol
Not quite sure how to link?
Here are a few tutorials to get you started:
I will be accepting suggestions for pieces to feature, but they must link to someone else's work as per #dALinkSystem's submission guidelines. It does not have to link to another literature deviation, they do not have to be a member of the group, nor does the piece have to be submitted to the group. ♥ If you have any questions, concerns or comments regarding #dALinkSystem, linking, or this article please send me, `IrrevocableFate, a note!
Actually I should find some things to link to that Glacial Isle image that is STILL getting crazy amounts of comments and faves long after posting it...
That's awesome.