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Counting ribs to fall asleep

I don't know why I find comfort counting her ribs, mentally numbering them one, two, three, but I do. Once they're all accounted for, sleep finds me.

Sleep finds me even though I should be worried. She's been losing a lot of weight. Too much for my likes, but I can't confront her about it. If I did, I'd lose her like the others have lost her. She'll leave and fall asleep at one of those ruddy bus-stops. Moonlight filtering through fiberglass, silhouetting her skeletal frame. At least that's how I found her three weeks ago and I'd imagine she'd do it all over again. She's a creature of habit.

Maybe that's why she's dieing. Sometimes in the morning, her body fails her. Legs turn into twigs and snap from underneath her when she's taking a shower. Unable to pick herself up, she remains sitting in the bathtub. Hot water pounds against her flesh until someone comes to save her.

...but those episodes don't compare to the one that happened two days ago. I went to run errands while she took a nap. Five o'clock traffic turned a 30 minute trip into 2 hours. When I finally made it back to my apartment, my heart stopped. Steam filled every inch of the place. Five bags of groceries fell to the floor as I ran towards the bathroom. She wasn't conscious, but her chest rose and fell with each breath. The water was far from boiling hot by that point and I turned it off. I covered her up with a towel before I dialed 911.

The doctors said she has a disease which eats away her stomach, making it smaller and smaller. Even her muscles are slowly devoured. I relayed their concerns once she woke up. My words went in one ear and out the other. She didn't want to listen. I didn't force her. Not even a full day passed before I brought her back home.

And before she went to bed tonight, she admitted to us both "I know I have a disease. I know my disease is slowly dissolving my insides and that it's probably too late to change. I know this, but I can't help it if I'm not hungry."

I feel horrible for finding comfort in mentally numbering her ribs one, two, three...but sleep always finds me.

Wake up and rot

Wake up and rot
by *Shards-of-Shame
The stranger in bed
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Cut out stars
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The x without o
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Accident
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Laughing Matters
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"Wake up and Rot" is my pet project.

The order is as follows:

1. "Wake up and rot"
2. "The stranger in bed"
3. "Cut out stars"
4. "The x without o"
5. "Accident"
6. "Laughing Matters"
Browse Folder

Paperboatdreams

OutsideWhen the clouds get heavy  I'll go outside and wash you  Away. Outside
by =PaperBoatDreams
idk
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The Swing SetMy hands and fingers move on their own tonight.  
And the earth won't move to stop them.  The wise will cross their arms and frown on my arrival.  But I’m never out to please them.  I say:  
A labyrinth is less intricately woven than the lines along your eyes and near your lips.  
And there's nothing more interesting than the pause between each word you say  I say:  A scab has never felt so playful. And the mark left after healing, has never made me smile for quite as long.  My hands are much bigger than yours, but your fingers have the gift of inducing sleep.  I say...  I love my pa The Swing Set
by =PaperBoatDreams
photoshavetitles?
by =PaperBoatDreams
Everthine.The earth is under shadow, because the moon orbits in the night.  And you, being the waking morning hour,  Make the heavens cry their long and winding lights.  Where the clouds and ocean water met.  Is where we met for the first time.  And when the earthquakes spoke, they spoke of you, my flower.  Your name was the only word they knew.   
I  will  hold  you  In My Arms  Weather you are there or not.   
The taste of you is nectar god squeezed from the branches.  You aroma is the crying autumn blues.  Where you step the sun shines harder, as if to tell you he l Everthine.
by =PaperBoatDreams
The PoisonIt's not just the bags under my eyes.  Or the chapped lips from the exhaled smoke.  It's not just the dizziness  I sip out of those bottles.  It's an eyes-wide-open sleep.  I stare at the light across the street.  And accept that I'm alone.   
 How am i supposed to feel again?   
My house is feeling drowsy.  There's a light on in the living room  There's a chair  And there's table.  There's a writer, and a floor.  There's a pack of wolves  Who travel burning  As I suck them down my throat.  Then I exhale.  And I feel better  For a few seco The Poison
by =PaperBoatDreams
The Rolling Sky.If I could go back in time,  I'd lay down on the grass for days on end.  The bowl was deep and smelled like earth.  And in the summers, after the aftermath  Of the war between the sprinklers  And the endless blades of grass  I didn't know weather I was looking up at the stars  Or down at them.  There was a spot that held my exact shape  And it provided comfort  That no human being could.  The land hugged me tighter, much tighter,  Than a woman ever did.   
So here's to you  Spot behind the chapel.  With your greens and browns,  And often yellow, reds, and blu The Rolling Sky.
by =PaperBoatDreams
Browse Collection

Checking in and Diamante Winners

Journal Entry: Thu Nov 12, 2009, 11:04 PM

Checking in



Still haven't had a chance to catch up on here. I apologize for my delays. Hopefully I can catch up this weekend.

After my mother talked with a detective, she urged me to file a report with the TTU police. So I did and they didn't really take me seriously. Perhaps that should have been expected? Eh, at any rate if something does happen I'll have a report to back my case up. Changed my parking permit as well so I can avoid the bus and that bus stop completely.

The massage left me sore, but it was grand. I mean, the champagne probably helped immensely. Gosh, I was in heaven there.

Tomorrow I'm writing love on my arm and getting a hair cut. The first is in honor of TWLOHA, the other is to honor my friend's mother. Karen and Krystal's mother has been battling cancer. She started losing her hair from Chemo today. In hopes to lift her spirits, Krystal and I are getting our hair cut. Mine, of course, will be shorter. If I could get away with it, I'd probably shave my head. However, my parents would be slightly agitated with me if I did that. My mom went down that path two years ago when she shaved her head for her best friend going through the same situation. My dad wasn't to happy with her. Anyways, despite of being in the process of growing my hair out, I'm getting it cut. Hair grows back. Hair doesn't define you as a human being, as beautiful, so on and so forth. Hair is just hair. A person's character matters more than physical, coarse strands that sprout from your head.

Then again that's me. I'm pretty out-there.

So tomorrow will be a day of self-love and character. Tomorrow will be a day to be remembered.

Now time to finish that paper.






DLD Diamante Contest Winners


Overall Winner

"Einmal ist keinmal" by =DenBen

Runner-up

"What Future?" by ~FireBird-Corporation

Honorable Mention

"From Rave to Reality" by ~MADhatterComplex


My personal DLD Poetry Challenge


I want you all to spam my inbox with poetry suggestions for DLD. If you suggest a piece from your gallery, pay it forward by suggesting a poem from someone else. If the poem blows my mind, I'll feature it. Oh and if you suggest someone else, a brief explanation as to why you like the poem would be swell.

Why am I doing this?

I'll be resigning once the Diamante results are posted and winners are featured. So that means you have about 19 days to make suggestions. Help me end the month with a bang.




Revamped Features



Features will be posted every Monday, unless otherwise stated.

So without further ado, let the features begin.




"Everthine" by =PaperBoatDreams

=PaperBoatDreams thinks this poem is crap. I disagree with him, so this feature is an act of protest. Yes, yes, I'm that evil. Now he can't take this poem down. Well he can, but I'll cry. This poem is a wonderful mix of imagery and broken tempo. At least, when I read it the tempo seems to jut in certain areas. The jut adds character to the piece, as well as the language. There's beauty in this.








"Impatient" by =jkjester

*kamcalste first brought this piece to my attention in her set of features. Out of =jkjester's gallery, this amazing drawing stuck out the most to me. I simply don't have the words to say. Well, other than this drawing completely blew my mind away. Where there should be 1,000 words to share....I have none.







"A Sunny Day" by *roxysweetie7

This photograph reminds me of purity and innocence. A lovely capture that makes me momentarily wish for spring, instead of mid-70 degree fall. Simply beautiful.







"About us" by ~Larchick

D'aw! This photograph, or series of photographs arranged into one, is simply a feel-good moment that needs to be shared. Seriously, how can you hold by a smile when you look at "About us"? If you can....just...stop watching movies that make you dead inside.





The Cat's out of the Bag


Halloween is around the bend and many spooky themed contests are coming to an end. Except for one, my dear friends. I suggest you pay *ColdContactKiss a visit and give Subtle Absurdities a read.

More information can be found as well as a tentative prize list.

Thank you one and all.

Edit:

Please fave Subtle Absurbdities New's article.



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Daily Lit Deviations and Chatroom

I'm proud to say that I have been accepted to the =DailyLitDeviations staff.

If you have come across a work of POETRY which deserves a DLD, toss me a note with the subject 'Consider This.' I'll read the piece and if it meets requirements, I feature it.

Thank you.

Edit: If you'd like to suggest one of your works for consideration, please suggest the work of another deviant as well.

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Interviews and Features

I started interviewing and featuring deviants.

In order to cut down on clutter, I'll alternate between posting an interview and five collections spotlighting five different deviants.

If you would like to keep up with the changing page, feel free to watch me. I notify watchers by posting a journal entry.

Feel like making a suggestion as to who I should feature? Send me a note with "Feature" as the subject.

Special Note: All of the deviants I've featured in the past can be found in my favorite's gallery. You might find someone or something you like.

Visitors

Comments


:iconkamcalste:
*kamcalste 4 days 20 hours ago
:tighthug: :heart:

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Feeling lucky, punk? - [link]

Each week, I feature one deviant in my journal and on my page. Please check them out! And if you know of someone who deserves to be featured, don't be shy! Note me!

-Aria Licophanie.
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~Ban-Sidhe 5 days 16 hours ago
Thanks for the fave - if you're interested, I posted a similar seadragon on my Etsy page :D
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~dasliedvondererde Nov 12, 2009, 3:57:31 PM
Thank you for the favourite on "I Hate This Weather."

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Who hath numbered the sand of the sea, and the drops of rain, and the days of the world? Who hath measured the height of heaven, and the breadth of the earth, and the depth of the abyss?
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