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It has been a while since I've updated this section, but it is more than fit to pick this back up with a talent that really deserves the spot. Introducing LiliWrites, an honest and talented voice on dA. In reading her words, I cannot think of a more perfect description than as she herself writes - "wispy", which means "a bundle of sticks or paper sometimes used as a torch", as in "will-o'-the-wisp", a ball of light in the darkness, originally made of a bundle of papers, writing, words. Illuminating words.

I would like to let her words speak for me by placing few fragments here for you:

From Unborn
"...She rips the hair from my pudgy fingers and piles all of it in a large glass ashtray my father doesn't know she still uses inside the house. She rises from the table. Her long earrings sway just above her shoulders like the pendulum in our grandfather clock. "

From my poetry is broken.
but the fight is mere gesture,
one last brittle tradition to break
before surrender.


From on the nature of scars
When I was a child
I admired a tree my father planted
on the same day I was swindled
from a warm womb.


on the nature of scarsWhen I was a child
I admired a tree my father planted
on the same day I was swindled
from a warm womb.
It began as a wispy thing, hardly
the wind-warrior it would grow to be.
But I loved it the way only a child
can love the weaklings.
In winter I witnessed its white skin
split by ice; the resulting scars
became part of its patchwork glory.
I wonder: did the wounds in me
heal similarly?
Women Like MeYou can hear me read this aloud on my tumblr.
We learned affection must be dramatic
so find our glory in night-lit words.
They linger in the valley between our wrist
and fingers, stow themselves in our freckles.
Their presence cannot be erased,
nor their weight ignored, and only new lovers
burn away their shape.
There are depths to which we must sink, 
must dig ourselves into, must push past with hand
and foot, hip and breast. It is not light we seek
but solidness. No spring air soft against
our cheek, rather the scalding touch of lava
worming through a cracked and weeping crust.
There, we understand.
His fingers printing a shadow across our spine 
was never the definition of you are mine
We are greater than the wanton gathering
of flesh and vein at the center
UnbornThe Sound of Silence plays softly from the record player in the corner of the living room. My mother sits at the kitchen table shearing off her luxurious umber locks. She turned thirty today. My father isn't home much.
"I'm pregnant. You're going to have a little brother or sister," she tells me as another clump of hair falls to the floor. I bend to pick it up. The reds hidden in all that deep brown glow like embers in the dying sun.
"Mama, can I keep some?"
"Why would you want to?"
"It's pretty."
"No. Give it here."
She rips the hair from my pudgy fingers and piles all of it in a large glass ashtray my father doesn't know she still uses inside the house. She rises from the table. Her long earrings sway just above her shoulders like the pendulum in our grandfather clock. While she rummages in the kitchen cupboards, I steal a few strands from the pile and put them in my pocket.
She returns with a yellow bottle that she turns upside down and squeezes over the hair. A clear liquid
my poetry is broken.It lies slack-jawed on the kitchen counter,
contemplates mold spots on the bread
as the cat licks butter I forgot to put away
again. It exhales in caustic gusts, like
the last rhinoceros, furious 
at the oblivion we've gifted --
but the fight is mere gesture,
one last brittle tradition to break
before surrender.
I comfort the poor creature,
pat its belly while I pour wine
into its maw. Red stains frame
the fragile smile it offers,
and I think, maybe there is hope
yet. Maybe it will rise again,
like those southern towns that die 
in the hurricane season, but not
enough to escape resurrection.
Hey buddy, I say, maybe
the plot twist is still coming.
 
And my poetry, ever faithful,
nods its head.

Have you ever read Freud? (His actual texts, not criticism) 

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I have too many things on my profile page, I seriously consider a makeup session. Maybe redecorate, update some graphic stuff, maybe change my damn theme. Do you think it is mid-life crisis? 
Working on an article for 6 months already. Sentence by sentence I feel my brain about to burst with overload. Sometimes, writing is a difficult task.
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A Letter

This letter will never be sent there’s no resending
nor ascending from the sands in which it drowns
scent soiled sheet in the soft desert sips
down its folded throat down its written
tongue won’t swallow dry as winds
slur over puff numb with its ink
drawn eies and sluing grains
and motes of dust for
all things that
crumble
grit.
A Letter
In January 2011, I started writing a poetry book with the title in progress 'The Fragmented Divine'. I was working on these fragmented poems for 2-3 years. Never published most of them. The book was constructed in "cycles", each cycle alluding a period of time/fragment of a life. Took me a few years and psychoanalytic analysis to understand something about this specific writing. 

A Letter is the first poem in the book. 
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"But just as all neurotic symptoms, and, for that matter, dreams, are capable of being ‘over-interpreted’ and indeed need to be, if they are to be fully understood, so all genuinely creative writings are the product of more than a single motive and more than a single impulse in the poet's mind, and are open to more than a single interpretation."

~ Freud

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Happy birthday, Omri! :) 
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Just stopping by to say hello :hug: Have a wonderful day!
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Hey. If you ever come here or anything, you are still my favorite Deviant.
Much love. Hope you are still writing, making music, and being an amazing artist.
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:woohoo: :party: :iconcakelickplz: !!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!! :iconcakelickplz: :party: :woohoo:

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