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Literature
Ceteris Paribus
In an eon
You and I will greet the choate moon
Surrounded by her fairy dogs
warrior wolves and magnetic fox tails
who howl some foretelling tune
decoded only by the whistling winds
within my once listless room
I nip your Adam's apple by my Cupid's bow
we are a perfect art, a Sistine Michelangelo
We are stomata of the umpteen,
swimming in each other's dulcet drippings
of halved and pitted French tongues and ears
Let the years pass in this gentle deaf-muteness
where Ceteris Paribus
In this, Hallowed and His Seraphims know
how in the glow of one night tide
the firmament of all
folded into my limitless room
You and I part in sweet sorrow
the dolefulness of an epoch where
ravens kiss the sky in kismet unison
Obsidian feathers coax my onyx flesh
fingers pressed, heaving chest
we cool down just until the coming round
In a neon genesis
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Literature
lacunae of longing, loftiness of words
inked and reaching, this is my remembrall flesh
and if we were to never speak again
you'll find the rest of my bones in the graveyard eaten by a dream
         i hear knives in the wind and earth inside me
survival is a balancing act-
         a selection of extrasensory impulses
         a fracture in late august  
         a week of kisses
         sunday skeletons
         and i am crying out for time not yet lost
when stars collapse,
the sunshine shaking heart of the universe will burn with me
while looking for a silver lining in the sea
         on the edge of nowhere laughter speaks with death
         about maps not meant for following
when i think about you, i remember it all wrong
maybe you were just a hit and run
         strange how the mind fades o
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Literature
Haiku Triptych 2015
i. candles
your lifeline's the wick
passing through my waxen flesh-
scar me, melt me, start!
ii. wine
your juice, my sweet sin,
boils in my throat, ferments in
my gall; we age well.
iii. flowers
virgin gul-bahaar,
allow me your vespertine,
perennial kiss?
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Literature
tell me baby, what's your story?
                                         i love you to the moon
                                         and back again, babycakes
                                         were the words you tattooed
                                         on the inside of my eyelids
                                         and waking to see strands
                                       
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Literature
Beloved
The aegis shielding heaven from earth gives way –
you float down like a feather, fleshly plucked
from the wings of a dove,
the sweetest curves and effervescent beauty
of your mouth remind me of home.
Darling love, the harmony of touch is
everlasting – whenever I
star gaze into your eyes, with wanderlust,
and the crust of this gentle mother
can no longer proclaim me.
Just as she could not have held you from the
moment He breathed life into your halcyon bones,
while caught between a ballad and a poem.
The warmth of winter
would align their hearts again,
two souls united together in twilight –
surely nirvana has always meant to define
the quietest moments spent with you where no
syllables need be uttered, no furtive signs.
A reunion, my beloved – to
simply feel the grace of your hands laced in mine,
as we reach the ultimate enlightenment in
the seraglio of each other's blinks, thumps,
and sighs – these are my treasures divine.
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Literature
Pandora's Crack
I breathed in a little dose(s)
of caster sugar and cocoa dust
before I leaped
I dove in ear-deep
to castrate this soured identity
    "Who I am"
will no longer associate itself
with the
    "was" and      "had been"
of
       "me"
The rust that ran through my shackle
could not wear my ankle bones
nor the wings tucked in between
I licked off my salt-covered wounds
-all that once burned me, cured you
This time
I will be my own
salve and salvation
This time I aim to am
sparkle,
swimming through
the moons of mighty Neptune
:iconSammur-amat:Sammur-amat
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Mature content
A Great Shag :iconsammur-amat:Sammur-amat 6 8
Literature
Forbidden Fruit Theory
I planted a fig tree
on the day of my departure
 simply to learn
by my return
  that
its fruit I can only savor
 on the Sultan's carpet  
  that is your tongue
an indulgence I knew would
  Hasten my hopeless disease
:iconSammur-amat:Sammur-amat
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Literature
A Prayer-bead Prayer
shi
            ver            
in my 
arms tonight,
precious hummingbird.
grenadined lips and kohl-rimmed eyes,
come now, come; drown down this caribbean sun with me.
disquieted rainfall worries 
-they pitter patter 
quite loudly;
honey,
hold
me.
quick
er,
you brush
my blushing
face with your feather
-weight touch, i become fresh tinder.
i sync our zealous breathing with your zinc penny pulse;
oh how i have fallen tender!
peeled raw, i now burn
dry-throated,
hungry
for
you.
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Literature
pyaar ka
                                                      tactile,
                                                        you
                                                      glide
                                                      spread your fingers wide,     palms
                                               
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Literature
sacrosanct perversion
he is
my paragon of feverish intemperance
my casanova
my galatea
my blue-flamed boy nova
he is
the burning of my besotted wits-end and start
the reticence under the gape of endless stars
whose abdomen fell
prey to my scathing eyes and starving claws
whose mien asphyxiated
by my irrepressible thirst
to osculate
to navigate
past his past lovers and navel gait
how i pine
for the warmth of his gargantuan laughs
for the coolness of his gaze transfixed
on my lips
for this
for his
blue-fire fervor and inferno
withal
dearest penned don
should she
scallop-shelled goddess
grant me my sip of the holy grail
i would become a polyglot existence
singing of her myrtle and doves
and my mirabile dictu love
on every known continent
blue-blaze transcendent
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Literature
to nurse doe (whom we all know)
                  i watched her
                  blood orange heart
                  cleanse and suture
                  through
                  old bullet wounds and
                  new bouts of lilacs,
                  lime, and blue
                                                    her alcohol and aloe
                                                    hands hold
           
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Literature
Pushing Poison
                                     My darling,
                          If I had to color you
                                   from the buzzing of your irises
                                            to your footprints in the sand
                               You would be deeper
                         than liquid gold
                  though
                         
:iconSammur-amat:Sammur-amat
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Literature
Kintsukuroi: A Rensaku
                                        In my rested palms
                                        and your shoulder-neck's hollow,
                                        in these expanses
                                           did we find koi no yokan
                                           in a rose gold reverie
                                        By your h
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Literature
Nocturne
                                   
                                   At afterglow I walk into
                                   cafes with momentarily golden glass  
                                   Tonight I scratch out a moon
                                   to brighten up this blackbird sky
                                   This evening I rummage for
                         
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Literature
(we're all) hopeless wanderers
           ..............She was nefelibata.....,,,,,,...............
              ...............................,,,,,,,,,,,,,,...
   ,,,,,,,,,...........a dream cloud walker.....................,,,,,,,,,,,
    ,,,,,,,,,,,,....with precious crystalline wings,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,                  
          ...................potent enough....................
   ..............to keep her feet.......................................
.....................a few inches above........................
                    ,,,,,,,,,,,,.............earth..
          ,,,,,,,,,,,....,,,,,,,,,,......................................
                          ....,,,,,,,...................
   
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Jubilant Japanese June (JJJ 2015)! RENGA 2.0!
Sorry for the lateness on this post. Life is crazy as.
Welcome, once again to Jubilant Japanese June (JJJ). JJJ is essentially a celebration of the beauty of Japanese poetry and all that it brings us. There are many forms created and cherished by the Japanese culture and I believe that we should explore them all. This month. RIGHT NOW :O.
There are three challenges this June.
The first is merely to complete at least one of the following forms:
:bulletpurple: :peace: Choka
A choka literally means ‘long poem’ and features alternating syllabic lines of 5 and 7 where the last two lines are both 7. The minimum amount of lines is seven and this form allows for infinite amounts of lines. The minimum (7 lines) sequence is: 5 - 7 - 5 - 7 - 5 - 7 - 7
Example Choka by kiwi-damnation
Her breath, a soft breeze,
A spirit of peace, tranquil,
Still and silently,
A small touch enveloping,
The world of closets
Fears amassed thus dissipate
Revealing worlds -
:iconProjectDFC:ProjectDFC
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Literature
face full of life
there is something poetic about
lines that build valleys on man's face
there is something tired about
a face sprinkled with wrinkles
something tired - but alive
it says I've seen and felt
a world of feelings

every inch of skin shows a memory
and every memory makes us grow older
not necessarily bigger, taller, or better
simply - older
I ask him about the things he's seen
that left such deep marks on his face
and he is laughing while he replies
"Life, and the sun."
- I suppose that is enough
:iconmiserabel:miserabel
:iconmiserabel:miserabel 4 5
Literature
I am not enough
The hero vanquished:
sea glass scooped up,
tornado ripe for my killing -
When in doubt, there is always
something topical to say. Tilt
your head and murmur affirmatives
until the voices stop - the silence
swoops in again. Suck cock, think not
of diseases. There are no consequences
for self-contained failings.
A body not ravaged by psychic guilt,
mind fresh and unwinded by metaphorical
thought. There is not enough perfection
to keep interests affixed. I sink, gnash teeth,
create chaos to cull quiet. Inculcating hatred
from everyone I meet. Leave now - read poetry
I wrote for other people. Know soon enough
it will be about you.
Defeated, bite down, walk the stairs,
I forget my name. Not enough, not enough,
skulk away, hide in miasma, ectoplasmosis,
disappear.
:iconTaralitha:Taralitha
:icontaralitha:Taralitha 1 5
Literature
Parka Person
Every day is cold now.
Once there were tropics in me;
blinding sun, warm humidity
nourishing ferns, orchids.
A parrot sang my praises
and I fell asleep enveloped
in the nocturne hymn of flowers.
But yet I am wan, drained of color,
ice shards spiking my brain, sludgy
and slow to think, words slurred,
uncomfortable to look at,
more uncomfortable to be.
Somewhere along the way
I tilted my latitude,
heart packed up in plastic
for the journey, and dove
straight into arctic love.
:iconTaralitha:Taralitha
:icontaralitha:Taralitha 1 4
Literature
Photographs
You remind me of my father's father,
the one I never claimed as mine;
empty accent drained of location,
filling stiff silences with requests
for lemonade. Bland hands overworked
in the insides of machines, etiquette
that overwhelms any intimate connection.
[I want always to be touched, reminded
that I am human and existent, scouring
hands searching breasts and thighs
for scant evidence of perfection.
(Don't bother, you won't find any.)
I am a commodity, to be enjoyed
and destroyed at will. Use me
or lose me.]
Perhaps it is my tendency to seek
old faces in new eyes, comparing
each new acquaintance against
the vile biters that came before.
My type is the annihilator,
inoculating me against feeling.
The ones that push my sore spots
until I no longer sense the pain.
I need to stop searching for Jake
in you, and simply close my eyes.
:iconTaralitha:Taralitha
:icontaralitha:Taralitha 5 5
Literature
Shooting the moon
he will have cause to regret
confession,
because
there will always be rivers,
the black sea
nebulous
with disease;
astronomer's insomnia
  (a sea-fire
constellation
)
and midnight
necromancy
  (stargazing
the underside of bones...
)
:iconbrokengod--veins:brokengod--veins
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anatomic residency
there are little people 
sitting in the hollows of your collarbone
rubbing their hands
and huddling together to provide warmth
in the soft dips 
of you
i give them life as lakes tumble down
my cheeks, stream across your shoulder
& they lick it up 
as i dry my eyes
with your skin tissue
sometimes, if the children are lucky
papa will take them to the mountains
they climb to the back of your neck
and they just sit in the spaces between
your vertebrae, no gravity
no thoughts
just spine.
:iconanobrain:anobrain
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Literature
serpent
Pretending to be a lover,
you come to me as a man
to the pomegranate tree,
blind sighted by your hunger
to taste of its
heavy-laden mystery.
Now, a serpent transformed
with darting tongue
sniffing out the promise
of fallen fruit
split by crows taking flight
as you approach
low to the ground, unblinking
stare like tiger's eye
mesmerizing,
when I succumb the weight
of cool scales wrapping round
the membrane, smothering
rubies of luscious red with the
undulations of your legless crawl,
to the heady quench and thirst
between the spongy chambers
of bloodied pith.
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Journal
Fantastic Feature Tuesday #45
Please this news article so it will reach a larger audience!
This is a weekly feature of amazing literature that I come by during my
travels across deviantART. This is only a small sample of a vast amount
of wonderful pieces of literature written by absolutely fantastic
writers. Each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery
based on structure, impact and word usage. I will never feature the
same person twice (though this gets harder to keep track of
now that we can change usernames), so check out these lovely writers now while you can!



Sunny Days by TotallyUncreativeMe
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Fantastic Feature Tuesday #44
Please this news article so it will reach a larger audience!
This is a weekly feature of amazing literature that I come by during my
travels across deviantART. This is only a small sample of a vast amount
of wonderful pieces of literature written by absolutely fantastic
writers. Each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery
based on structure, impact and word usage. I will never feature the
same person twice (though this gets harder to keep track of
now that we can change usernames), so check out these lovely writers now while you can!



:iconforestmeetwildfire:forestmeetwildfire
:iconforestmeetwildfire:forestmeetwildfire 10 7
Journal
Fantastic Feature Tuesday #43
... is on Thursday this week, guys! Heh... Sorry.
Please this news article so it will reach a larger audience!

This is a weekly feature of amazing literature that I come by during my
travels across deviantART. This is only a small sample of a vast amount
of wonderful pieces of literature written by absolutely fantastic
writers. Each deviation was carefully selected from a writer's gallery
based on structure, impact and word usage. I will never feature the
same person twice (though this gets harder to keep track of
now that we can change usernames), so check out these lovely writers now while you can!


:iconforestmeetwildfire:forestmeetwildfire
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Literature
Sandswept
small sacrifices that
one lick sucked me dry
your desert tongue was a curse
nature called out gentleness
but instead we went dancing
i turned down antlers for diamonds
stole hooves from her womb
collected the beads between her breasts
and sold them for cheap copper
until I lay at your feet - panting
and between the tendons on your ankles
were lipstick stains
you wired my throat
to accept your feigned apologies
your gluttony
your sin
like telephone lines
my vocal cords severed in the gale
then your hoarfrost bones
melted away
leaving a thirst for sand
I found your crater-grave
buried in the cleft of my thigh
now with my forked tongue
lapping the rolling dunes
I am the serpent
owning the desert you abandoned
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Journal
Sunday Features, It's About Time! 1 of 4
I'm sorry that I'm so late with this one. :stare: I had a really frustrating day today.
All of this week's features have less than one hundred faves. Four categories this time around.  


:thumb348784773:mushroom cloud by miserabel
Iaido XXX by Exnihilo-nihil:thumb372985061:cosmopolis by katiekerrAtlantis, Bone Flowers by brokengod--veins
:thumb373807856:Zen by hypnothalamusstarry-eyed by creativelycliche~cerealnovels, School News by cerealnovels
:thumb374334378::thumb374273465::thumb374316161::thumb371956106:
:thumb374722024::thumb323242299:Mulan by checkyeschloeAlmost a Thousand Cranes by Moonlitblade22
Needle and Thread by ForestoFairiesWe live our lives like we're ready to die by singagainsoonThe Iron Mirror by SebastianGrimm:thumb369437171:
:heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::heart::thumb374656549:[Heart][Heart][Heart][Heart][Heart][Heart][Heart][Heart][Heart]
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Amazing displays of talent and artistry! I hope you get to show these works some love!:heart:

Critiques

by Bark

Hello there, dear friend! :huggle: Allow me to begin my critique with my initial reaction after the first read, which was that I was highly im...


Reading the piece twice over, I have come to realize how much I truly appreciate your plot and pacing and if only one thing, I have a f...

So much has changed during my unexpected hiatus
(I got engaged then married then moved halfway across the globe)
and now that I'm back I cannot fathom being Sammur-amat again
as I can clearly tell how much her and I have outgrown each other

I hope, dear friends, to reconnect with you all as soon as possible
and so I pray it not be too much of a bother to watch my new account
Nour-Elaine I cannot wait to find out how you've all been as well as
witness all the brilliant ways your writings and paintings have developed

Once again, I hope to see you over in my new account :iconnour-elaine:
Love and endless squishy tight hugs,
Dee :iconaawplz: :iconbeatingheartplz:

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Sammur-amat
Dee
Artist | Varied
Female.
Twenty Four.
Virgo.
Its always complicated.
Professional substitute grandmother and
Cookie Monster stunt double.

My greatest inspirations come from starry skies and shimmering seas. Nothing in my opinion is more beautiful to paint/write about than the seemingly endless. I fantasize about being an astronaut or a mermaid or better yet, an astronautical mermaid.

If I were to color myself, I'd do so in rose red and iris blue, then I'd spinkle glitter all over.

I am the pervert in the art store who's always copping a feel of the sample papers.

I believe that human souls:
1. are and will always be the most dumbfounded existences in this world and therefore,
2. are and will always be on this never-ending search to find themselves.

My heart's an antique that I can never leave home without as I've always worn it on my sleeve.

Chancing upon butterflies fluttering about on sunny days makes me happy beyond measure. Fireflies on cool nights work splendidly too.

The scent of roses, eucalyptus and cinnamon always reminds me of people, places and objects I hold dear.

Someone once told me that I smelled like a walk in the gardens after a drizzle. It is still one of the best (and original) compliments I have ever received.

My loved ones know me as a seriously ill, art-dependent bibliophile. I've been caught smoking paint and ink as if they always were my last joint. I also secretly have bottles and bottles of book wine hidden all over my home.

I have big, cat-shaped sleepy eyes that some people find fascinating.
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thesvetislav Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2017
Happy Birthday!
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Namco-NintendoFan-88 Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2016  Student Traditional Artist
HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY, Dee, a.k.a. "Sammur-amat," dear artist 'n literaturist gal! Hug
Singing Singing Singing Singing Dance! Dance! Boogie! Boogie! Party Airborne

Good luck 2 days ago, beautiful, and I hope you had a great birthday!
Also wishing you keep up the good work on all awesome art 'n literature writings; I love 'em! ;) (Wink) Heart
Thumbs Up Pringles Have your cake and eat it too Yummy pie!

Comments by:
Nelson C.,
"N.N.F.88"
11:40 P.M.
Los Angeles, CA ;) (Wink)

Since I wouldn't have been able to do some birthday muro drawings, I got you three extra drawing copies, so...
SURPRISE;
Believe it or not, three birthday muro drawing copies I made, of birthday feet, chibi Haruhi Suzumiya, and Mikuru Asahina wishing you one, so, wishes 'n' luck!
Click on them:
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thesvetislav Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2016
Happy Birthday!
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Namco-NintendoFan-88 Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Dee, a.k.a. "Sammur-amat," dear artist 'n literaturist gal! :hug:
Singing Singing Singing Singing Dance! Dance! Boogie! Boogie! Party Airborne

Good luck, and I hope you'll have a great birthday today!
Also wishing you keep up the good work on all awesome literature writings; I love 'em! ;) (Wink) Heart
Thumbs Up Pringles Have your cake and eat it too Yummy pie!

Comments by:
Nelson C.,
"N.N.F.88"
3:50 P.M.
Los Angeles, CA ;) (Wink)

Since I wouldn't have been able to do some birthday muro drawings, I got two extra drawing copies, so...
SURPRISE;
Believe it or not, two birthday muro drawing copies I made, of chibi Haruhi Suzumiya and Mikuru Asahina wishing you one, so, wishes 'n' luck!
Click on them:
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday, darling girl. Missing you terribly.

I do hope your day is beautiful :heart:
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byzho Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2015  Professional General Artist
Happy Birthday! Have your cake and eat it too
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Jasperinity Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2015
Happy birthday! :D
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