Speaking of which, are any of you flying somewhere for the holidays? If so, where?


EndlessI am staring at a clock in which time never changes;Endless
no passing
minutes and even longer are the hours.
I am staring
out a window and my vision never rearranges. I see the
same birds, I see the same trees
and yes those never-changing
leaves.
I am staring at a bed that is
always empty except for me; knowing where you are yet we are wandering with lonely hearts.
-Brian Shuffett October 25th, 2009


Wildwood FlowerSoon my beautiful flower, soon your petals will bloom beneath my sun. So sweet is the scent my wild wood flower, so sweet the nectar therein.Wildwood Flower
My garden is empty; will you come and grow within? Will you grow beneath my sun?
-Brian Shuffett September 24th, 2009
Love Birds

Lemon Butter CookiesCecilia was baking cookies when they first came knocking.Lemon Butter Cookies
The waft of thick cookie batter and the smoke from her tiny oven had brought them, they told her. She knew that look. And anyway, they seemed to need the food more than her overweight aunt did. When the cookies were done, she served them, with the best of her compressed tea leaves and trembling hands. They ate them as if they hadn't eaten anything for the last five days. By their bony wrists, she assumed as much.
When they filed out, they thanked her with hollow eyes and hollower words. She slammed the door close once she deemed them out of hearing range. She


Fractured Promises Broken SkinI would scream, but my mouth is stuffed full of cotton balls soaked with alcohol. All I can taste is vodka burning my throat. All I can feel is your fist in my stomach, your claws in my skin. I can't swallow one more lie or take one more hit. No. I can't take your bruises and burnmarks any more. I can't take this sitting down.Fractured Promises Broken Skin
So I'll spit the cotton back in your face and maybe the alcohol will burn. Maybe you will finally understand what it's like to see through bruised and aching eyes. Maybe I'll fight back this time and my bruised arms and swollen lips will seek revenge. Maybe teeth will slice through marrow and you'll f


ForegroundFour thirty AM I am standing in my kitchen wearing my dark blue dressing gown building a time machine from assorted cutlery and a broken microwave.Foreground
I am visiting you three years ago.
I have calendars for you with notes written each day: some are highlighted orange to show you when to ignore the things I say. Others are circled blue, and on these occasions I meant every word.
I am smiling at you, already knowing the day you leave I will understand in time, despite what I say. You look at me quizzically: &


Little ChildrenLittle children have no fear,Little Children
they pretend to fly,
turn sticks to spears. Little children give and take.
love the ones,
who fill their plates. Little children love to believe,
in magic, ghosts,
and their wildest dreams.
Little children eat worms,
make a buffet, of the dirt.
Little children play with fire, unaware of,
dangerous desire. Little children grow and share,
play together,
cut their hair.
Little children pioneer,
shape the world,
from what they hear.
Little children sleep all night,
| My name is Brian - writer/poet/musician. I am currently working on my Masters. I will be teaching the works of William Shakespeare on the collegiate level sometime in the near future if my writing doesn't break first. I've written all the music and lyrics for an industrial band, which I have dubbed "Daylight Enslavement." If you wish to know the meaning, don't hesitate to ask. I am very involved in the goth/industrial scenes in Cincinnati and in Louisville. I am extremely fascinated by all things Victorian. I will be remembered for great and many things. |
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Die Natur schlägt im Menschen die Augen auf und bemerkt, dass es sie gibt (Schelling)
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I'll see you on the dark side of the Moon!
Pink Floyd
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-- I'm a lead farmer, motherfucker! --
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"You're only a rebel from the waist downwards." -- 1984
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Prose admin for =DailyLitDeviations. Note me with your suggestions of good prose on dA!
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"If I must die,
I will encounter darkness as a bride
and hug it in mine arms."
-William Shakespeare; Measure Fore Measure
thanks for adding Getting On and Watch And Pray to your favorites.
I'm pleased you liked them.
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
Words create situations [link]
The roots of the future run deep [link]
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"If I must die,
I will encounter darkness as a bride
and hug it in mine arms."
-William Shakespeare; Measure Fore Measure
Mucho appreciated!
XD
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i'm the cupcake your lunch lady warned you about
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"If I must die,
I will encounter darkness as a bride
and hug it in mine arms."
-William Shakespeare; Measure Fore Measure
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