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Welcome to #Beautiful-Literature!! :party:
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:bulletgreen: Any poetry is accepted. Any stories are accepted. :jsenn:
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Poetry
Irish DreamsMy dreams of Ireland are painted
with pastel green eye shadows
and emerald bushels of garland
that glisten in the charcoal night.

They're visions of golden showers
and fresh aquamarine dew drops
that embrace the lively bedrock,
awakening the creatures within.

They're the rush of bustling winds
weaving through the loose locks
of Irish boys and their lovers,
dancing under the Celtic stars.

They're the ancient melodies
that consume every fantasy heart
and yearner of good luck,
well-wishers and explorers.

My dreams of Ireland are painted
with every enticing touch of beauty
that one could possibly imagine.Irish Dreams by *SereneCyrene
Silent Boy (Original Version)There once was a child,
Who never spoke at all.
He never changed his face,
He didn't cry when he'd fall.

Every day he was abused,
Someone had something to say;
Either that he was dead inside,
Or that his life was wasting away.

Through all the words, the hits,
The insults, the bruises, the pain,
He never once turned his head,
He always managed to remain.

Silent as as stone, he didn't change,
And eventually his life became worse.
No one ever thought he'd feel hurt,
As if his silence was just a curse.

No one knew that he was just confused,
He wasn't sure how to respond.
His silence was his means of escape,
His apathy was his only bond.

ButSilent Boy (Original Version) by ~InvaderZIB13
MarionetteMarionette
I'm a Marionette
You are the Master
I am the slave.

Marionette
I'm a Marionette
You shall lead me
To my grave.

Master
Oh, Master
You pull my strings and
Tell me where to go.

Master
Oh, Master
Without you there's
Nothing I know.

Without your control
I could never stand
So I'm happy to dance
In the palm of your hand.

Marionette
I'm a Marionette
What will you make me
do for today?

Marionette
I'm a Marionette
Just lead me to where I go
Tell me what to say.

Master
Oh, Master
You write, read, and play
That is all you do.

Master
Oh, Master
The light you give me is black
But I still love you.

Every time you pick me up
I feel so Marionette by ~InvaderZIB13
Childhood DepartsHis Little Princess had now departed
She was lay face down in a tranquil pond
The dead water of which was her worries
That he tried so hard to rescue her from

The lead weight of life and her memories
Had dragged her down to new depths and held sway
Bringing her to that body of water
In which her callow body was now lay

His Little Princess had now departed
Her vapid throne vacant for evermore
Father passed her the key of his wisdom
Too afraid was she to open the door

Had she hung on a little while longer
She would have seen there was a better place
That her childhood was just a stepping stone
Towards a life that is far less debased

His LitChildhood Departs by *Rifle1980
Poetry
Prose
Artist Blue - Cyclops On The Sagarmatha
The year of 1924 was very eventful for this man’s life, as well as the last adventure thereof. He stands in a nearly unoccupied bar. Though he is not rested in a seat, his friend is. Instead he's on the payphone, speaking to his very beloved wife of several years. “That’s right, honey. I’m certain that this expedition will be much more successful,” he says with a cheesy but unseen smile. The wife gives her response, he then forms a rebuttal: “I know, but it’s almost set up.” Another reply. “I said ‘almost.’ I’m going to ask Sandy when I get off the phone. It’ll be dArtist Blue - Cyclops On The Sagarmatha by ~Mugeenman
Dearest Killa   I live in a family not like any other normal family. From birth I have been lonely as mother and father are busy, important people.
   They never have time for me.
   The house is filled with staff and servants, they’d smile at me and ask me about my day. I don’t know if they really care for me or they are just doing their jobs. No matter, I’m used to being lonely.
   I’m only eight years old this year. What do I do when I'm sad and need a hug? What do I do when I'm happy and want to share my good news and thoughts? What do I do when I'm really scared and need someone to hide behind?
   No worries, I have Killa.
   He has chocolate brown fur softer than any pillow. He has ruby plastic eyes that shine in the dark. He has sharp claws and teeth that can tear anything to shreds. He has a fluffy tail that he wags in joy when I’m around.
   Killa is my wolf.
  Dearest Killa by ~KennieKongLee
The Bridge of Decay “Do you know how it feels like when grains of sand are slipping through your hands? Do you know how it feels like when you’re standing in the sun’s light without feeling its warmth? “
There is this wood bridge above an endless gap.  Ahead, the horizon takes the shape of your every dream.  But this is not just a simple bridge. It’s called The Bridge of Decay. With your every step, another wood board aligns before your feet. At the same time, if you look back you’ll see the bridge disbanding itself. It is impossible to come back, so you must choose wisely the way you’ll lead the wood boards. Also, youThe Bridge of Decay by ~THFan259
Power
A man from the local newspaper went to have an interview with a local farmer. After the introductions, they got to the issue at hand.

“Now, you claim that not only have you witnessed alien life, but that it’s currently taken up residence at your farm.”

“Yes, sir. It came to my door, and it could already speak English. I don’t know how, but it was already fluent. Even had the accent right. I don’t understand why nobody’s made a bigger fuss about this.”

“A lot of people make claims about alien sightings. Since there’s never been substantial evidence supporting these claims, we’ve never gPower by ~jackgunski
Prose
Digital and Mixed Media Art
Digital and Mixed Media Art
Drawn and Painted Art
Drawn and Painted Art
Emotional
It's colder at the outskirtsIt's colder at the outskirts
In the cabin log
It's freezing lonely here
But you
You light up my world
Your pale lips curl up to the brightest of smiles
Your white eyes burn the passion fire inside
Like ice you melt but you never dissolve
Your bluish skin radiates energy
And you're like a battery
But rechargeable
You're like fiery ice in the warm cool swinter
Striking me like a splinter
Soft touches making me warmer
Irresistible
It's colder at the outskirts
Where nobody ever comes here
It's isolated from the inside world
I was cold and safe
But you were trespassing 
Your pale lips curl up to the brightest of smiles
Your white eyes burn the passion fire inside
Like ice you melt but you never dissolve
Your bluish skin radiates energy
And you're like a battery
But rechargeable
You're like fiery ice in the warm cool swinter
Striking me like a splinter
Soft touches making me warmer
Irresistible
You told me you got tired of the inside world
So you trespassed, so you ran away
And you founIt's colder at the outskirts by ~KennieKongLee
I'm sorry, mommy... For being unwanted...    I was always an unwanted child, mommy said so. Mommy would tell me that everyday, with her red glaring eyes like she wants to burn me with that fiery stare.
    “You. You unwanted being. You make me sick! Take this advice: Scram before your evil presence contaminates this forsaken family! Go! Run away! The door is right over there! AHAHAHAHAHA!” She would then laugh maniacally for hours while holding the stare. She would hug her legs and rock back and forth vulnerably while her hers radiate hatred.
    I would stare back at her, filled with sadness and curiosity. She seems so delicate but her hatred burns bigger than her body. She looks scared. Disgusted. Angry.
     
    Mommy? Why?
     
    Have I done anything wrong? I’m sorry.
     
   I'm sorry, mommy... For being unwanted... by ~KennieKongLee
The Dancer
 Around the age of eleven, the dancer was wandering through the woods by herself. She was being guided by a compass that belonged to her father. She came across Pan’s Labyrinth and walked through the path coming up to a small area that had a small cement circle in the center. She went home and returned with a music box the next day. She danced in the area until the music stopped. She could hear it play again but from somewhere else. She began to follow the music until she reached a set of stairs. She climbed down the stairs as the music stopped finding the music box by an old statue. She then met the Faun. He explained to her how he belThe Dancer by ~fennecfox13
A void that can't be filled.An echoing silence.
Haunts my bones,
I hate this feeling.
Of being alone.

An emptiness,
That I cannot fill.
I do not have the strength,
Nor the will.

What I've longed for,
Has gone and changed,
To form a monster,
One so strange.

I do hate,
What you have become.
You try and impress,
Everyone.

I hate myself,
For messing up,
One too many chances.
It's just my luck.

So I'll give up,
On thoughts I had.
It was just a trend,
A new found fad.

So many lies,
I'll fill my head.
Though it will haunt me,
Till I'm dead.

Even though I'm angry,
And though I am in pain.
It's not you,
Who I blame.

Being alone,
Is a pain I can't bear,
And though you're A void that can't be filled. by ~TheIndigoFeather
Emotional
Love
HouseFireWe wake in horror late at night
Bright orange, fiery around our head
Billowing over us in our bed
Smoke encased us in its coffin
Our minds blurred like treading tires
And we’re in desperate need of oxygen
Flames draw near to lick our wounds
Hungrily nipping like bloodhounds
As the heat waves across the room
But it’s not friendly despite its costume
Our eyes sting painful from the truth
As we struggle with passions from our youth
We were balanced now suddenly clumsy
Can’t stand because we’re love drowsy
Knocking over lamps tripping on our clothes
Time is the healer? But it only gets worse as it goes
Our hands start blisHouseFire by *roselynedwards
Please be gentle by ~lolinamechanger
Missing“Though I’d die to know you love me,
I’m all alone.
If I bleed, I‘ll bleed,
Knowing you don’t care,
And if I sleep just to dream of you,
I’ll wake without you there.”

Missing – Evanescence

I love your smile.
I love your eyes.
I love the way you are.
I’ve loved you for an eternity,
But I haven’t moved very far.

She loves your smile.
She loves your eyes.
She loves the way you are.
You are both happy together
And it’s tearing me apart.

Right now, I’m just a mess
It’s all confusing, it’s a blur.
Darling, I want you to be happy.
But with me.
Not with her.

I kMissing by ~Potterhead-Writer
PART 1 - First day at workNick just woke up and started having breakfast. He had to be quick because his employer hired him only yesterday and he explicitly said he wouldn't accept any delay at work; but Nick was a very naive and light-hearted person (and a little thoughtless, too), so he didn't think so much about his situation and took it easy. He already missed his native village. Nick grew up in Sorring, a tiny hamlet in the countryside, with his family: father, mother, and five sisters. He was the only brother, the eldest, but he was never sure if his sisters considered him a "real man". Actually, Nick didn't symbolize the prototype of "Man" required in a societyPART 1 - First day at work by !iDonnola
Love
Random Inspiration
a thought.       For some people, librairies are like cathedrals. They are places to be safe in. I can sit surrounded by books and feel the same peace a Christian might feel in church. Nature can be the same. A bench by a lake is a place of refuge. A makeshift seat on a bridge in the woods is a place to enjoy the sun and think about life.
      I have only been in church twice, never a synogogue or temple. But I don't understand them the way I understand the beauty of a quiet place. I respect the whisper of leaves and the hushed voices in a gallery. I appreciate rolling waves and shuffling feet, turning pages and soft music. These are things familiar a thought. by ~samanthakayla
Give me a smileWhen you hit the ground and your world goes dark
When everything seems to fall apart
When someone leaves u with a broken heart
Just call out my name
I’ll come running no matter how far
I’ll pick u up show you you’re a star
Cause you’re not alone I’ll be where u are
Let me take away your pain

Let your tears dry
Give me a smile
Ignore what they say
U know it’s not too late
I’ll protect you
I’ll defend you
You saved me and I’ll save you too

When I was at my weakest you were there
Told me I'm not alone showed me that you care
And now you’re on your knees I’ll hoist you inGive me a smile by ~hevana
I will prevailYou may be someone,
But I am more than that.
I am me.
I will not yield,
I will not break.
I am much stronger.
You cannot bind me
With those distasteful words or arrogant actions anymore.
I can fight back.
This world isn't my kingdom.
It's just my flight.
I want to finish with no regrets.
I will prevail, and you can't stop me...I will prevail by ~lolinamechanger
Let This Heaven Burn You"where is your heaven?"the man spat coldly."Where is it if we can't touch it?" he snickered and coughed out those many years of cigarettes. He started puffing another pack. I hoped he choked on those embers. My eyes rested at my feet, searching for an answer to grab me, but none did. He was growing restless yet satisfied with the entangling silence, "I was right, kids so caught up in questions they give no answers." my eyes rose to see a smug expression radiating off of him like poison; he was the lost that still won. "You going to say something?" he licked his reptile lips in amusement. "Whatever." he scoffed in a tired tone. He started walkLet This Heaven Burn You by ~BathroomStallStories
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Weather the TideSitting here in peace and quiet.
A nice break from the daily riot.
Relaxing through a simple dream,
All life really is it would seem.

Breaking the silence, my heartbeat.
Eternal love, shall I ever meet?
A dream we all crawl through in life.
Wishing for hope, living in strife.

We're always praying, day by day
Wishing it would all just go away.
Always learning, always teaching.
For another, always reaching.

Escape the eternal daily grind
When, at long last, the one we now find.
Bonds are formed and our hearts exchange
Our united lives rearrange.

Sitting here in peace and quiet.
A nice break from the daily riot.
You and I, sitting side by siWeather the Tide by *RaigaOlir
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Eternity
'Don't go towards the light.'

   It's amusing to consider how mankind always attempts a grasp at the unknown, pointlessly peddling their theories on one another in a endless struggle to understand what, simply put, cannot be understood. Perhaps we should consider that the mind is not yet capable of comprehending the concept of 'undefined,' just as it cannot truly grasp the idea of infinity or true nothingness…

   Regardless, the way we go about it, you would think there was a bright silver path waiting for us on the other side. That when our brush with death becomes more than a passing touch there must be Eternity by *shadows260
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The Watchmaker
Thomas sat hunched over his worktable in the corner of the dark shop, tired green eyes peering alternatively through his mixed set of lenses and magnifying glasses. The slim silver tools in his thin fingers never once clinked together as he worked, turning over the dozens of tiny metal gears and springs laid out before him, checking each one studiously for the hundredth time that week.

He didn't know what he was looking for. He knew he'd find nothing. The pieces were perfect, crafted and meticulously cut from the finest metals. They gleamed in the light of the table's single candle, reflecting the shifting shadows that flicked across the rooThe Watchmaker by *shadows260
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Hunter Shadow by *shadows260
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Hello, founder here,

I'm sorry I haven't been very active recently - the stuff going on behind the scenes is a little sluggish but it's going as well as it can. I've been incredibly busy with studies at school because I have GCSE's coming up, but I'm still trying to check dA as often as I can.

Just to clear up some issues, pieces of art submitted to the featured folder will not be accepted
This is not because they are not good enough or I can't be bothered, it is because we at Beautiful-Literature try to keep things as organised as possible. Please remember to select the appropriate folder when submitting a piece of artwork/written work.

If anyone has any questions regarding the group or possible ideas for competitions, please either comment on this journal, or feel free to note me. I'm not promising to be online and active every day, because as I said, I'm really busy.

Thank you all for your continuing commitment and support to the group.

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~Delicatestrength Jan 2, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for accepting me. I'm just looking for ways to expand my work. :) Thank you thank you
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~KaarlaaXD Jan 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
No problem at all dearie.
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~Delicatestrength Jan 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
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~superchaoticboom Mar 21, 2012
Thank you so very much for adding my poem.
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~Razgriz-3 Nov 19, 2011
Hi there! Just like ter thank ye for having my lit in your group (Especially because I didn't ask you to look at it first). Thanks!
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~KarmicCircle Oct 4, 2011  Student General Artist
We've Featured You in Allies in Art and Beyond 6
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If You have a moment Please Favorite the article [link] ,
We can all spread the word !
Also We don't remove People/or Groups from the feature,
and continue adding to it ,
if You do not wish to be updated,
Please let Us know We don't want to bother anyone ^_^
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~superchaoticboom Sep 8, 2011
Thank you so very much for the acceptance! ^_^
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~BakuraSpoon Apr 5, 2011  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
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~Devian12345 Mar 11, 2011  Student Writer
I do only poems and texts,of course about something I like.But I do only these kind of art,can I become a member?
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!Emotastic-chik5 Mar 11, 2011  Hobbyist Writer
Of course =)
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