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Twitch by AbCat, literature

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Twitch

Snowball head bops the door ajar to flood my room with pink light and the noise of kitchen and late evening television themes muffling through plasterboard walls soothes the lonely insomnia from the anxiety of schoolwork unfinished essays on the physics of spaceflight and if writing about using the sun as a slingshot to throw ourselves between stars not even flying just falling through vacuums for decades to CRASH whammo my body jars awake again not tumbling just holding onto the bed for no reason to stop me drifting down a black hole while a voice from the tv show talks about the power of vacuum cleaners and I wonder how my mind rewrote that story in the time it took my muscles to twitch but not resolve a simple thought into a readable paragraph

The force that through her green eyes... by AbCat, literature

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She Plays Me by AbCat, literature

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Monet by AbCat, literature

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Monet

Command the Houses of Parliament to rise as a behemoth horned out of the red floods of hell, its shadows furred into a wolfish pelt, while sunblaze coughs through the muddy ash of Krakatoa and the Thames ruts itself into ploughed farms of English blood. Twist the dark light of steeples into the sky, lash the green shadows down onto fishless water, bulge the clouds like breathing breasts, beating from sky to ground with mauve and leaden rain, stressing mist into the spaces between eyesight and entity, until all is streaked and flayed. Thrash the Fecamp rocks with hooked waves until the white sea-dust steams out of its pores an

Sleep sleep by AbCat, literature

Fish Girl by AbCat, literature

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Fish Girl

An island sits there five miles off the bay You can see it from the harbour in the town A plaque commemorates that fateful day, That Leira swam to sea but never drowned. A lonesome child, her grace and wit were marred By aspirations further than a niche; She longed to be the creatures she admired, The creatures that she longed to be were fish. Her parents thought her silly and obtuse To deviate so far from trusted ends, But felt it would be equal to abuse Not to let her watch her piscine friends. So every weekend saw her by the sea Or in the shops that sold their fish in tanks, She fed them with some bread or celery And in ret

The force that through her green eyes... by AbCat, literature

Grace by AbCat, literature

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Grace

The hands that cast the mould that made the plough that dug the dirt for crops to make the dough that makes our bread - they let us grow. The souls who drive the trucks each waking hour from farm to store to shop give us our power - it makes them dead - and we devour. Each morsel grows from dirt to plant to food we tear a piece and sell so it's construed we do our bit - we don't - we just collude. And while each toiler keeps us from our graves so we keep them trapped in their enclaves, to tell ourselves each night - we don't own slaves.

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A History by PunkassDiogenes, literature

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A History

Carry the trees forth to the hollow, spoke the spirit, and the fish rose from the seas. Bestowed upon each was a seed to carry deep within itself as they set out upon their pilgrimage across the untamed primordial world, the cobalt kingdom of coelacanth. The first trees grew from deep within the fish, emerging from their soft flesh: smooth, leafless, scaled. Delivered to the original soil, which lay precisely at the point farthest from all things, they threw down their roots, burrowing into the river's muddy floor and pulling it upward. Before the totality of the earth was introduced to the air, it had never known anything but wet, and i

when the moon is full, while you sleep by PunkassDiogenes, literature

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when the moon is full, while you sleep

our shadows sneak out while we sleep to gather in the open, moonlit places where they carouse and reminisce and dance the earthworms up from the soil and tickle the trees until the leaves rustle with mirth and kiss the coyotes on their bloody muzzles. later, the shadows stumble home, ecstatic, their moon howls masquerading as gentle winds, ushering their somnolent masters between dreams they creep back in through cracked windows, down chimney pipes, underneath bedroom doors as dawn climbs the horizon and the world becomes ours again for another cycle, another opening of eyes.

Spiral by saartha, literature

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Spiral

The road is blue-lipped with cold. One hour’s drive to type officious little documents for eight hours, then another hour back, and again again the next day the filling and unfilling of holes in the sand I am so small and mean-hearted. Winter casts its iron gaze over everything I can see. People want to be doctors, or lawyers, or gardeners, or travelers or lovers or loved I have only ever wanted to be home, tucked away like a secret, like a flower pressed in the family bible. And there’s no such thing as a soul, the high white towers of god are empty and chilled with drafts, but still the birds eddy in an

An Expression Of Grace by zebrazebrazebra, literature

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An Expression Of Grace

Bury yourself in the wobble Of my hips, honey, smother yourself In my thighs. It's desire's got you panting Like the hot afternoon and I'm just the moon To bring you down. Take off your crown. It's just us here now. Bury yourself In my sighs. And when the river opens Take your boat down to the coast And be my most, my many. Be a penny Sailing down from the Empire State Building To its happy destination. Be a sensation, not a thought. A taut wave in space. The boat nudges into the sea-- And the mo

Hubble's Law by Lycaenyx, literature

Slinkyfest 2018! by salshep, journal

Slinkyfest 2018!

Oct 14, 2018

By now, you all who watch me will be aware of the new poetry form created by edzull (https://www.deviantart.com/edzull) this year, called 'the slinky'. Some of you have even written one! :bulletblue: :bulletorange: :bulletgreen: Well here's some incentive to do it (or do it again!) Slinkyfest 2018 is the first annual Slinky competition, brought to you by CommunityLit (https://www.deviantart.com/communitylit), the fantastic new group ... for Lit groups (and writers in general, of course). :bulletblue: :bulletorange: :bulletgreen: So -- what's a slinky, Sal? For those unaware, a slinky is a poem of 16 lines, any line length, any meter, rhymed or un-rhymed-- with a single word (must be a noun, verb or adj

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Blew by AbCat, literature

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Blew

I could never dream of English rains that lashed the slabs of Cornish paves, as a wild clawed cat paws waves into boats onto rocks unto death. Hear the slosh slosh slosh of Mousehole harbour's bathtub slop; see the gulls flying backwards, the rainbows as warning flags, the white horses blowing up the cliff and over the heath, taste the wind-nipped salt drying on your lips. Once I felt the lightning buzz before it cleaved a nearby birch in two, once saw the eye of Men-an-Tol winking in the storm, and fish jumping for their very lives straight into the mouths of birds. The sea is everywhere. It bites at our ankles, gnaws at t

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Space by AbCat, literature

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Space

The eyes of Hubble zoom to the darkest point of the blackest square. Galaxies sharpen from the gloom and on this cosmic bloom I stare. The history of a trillion races told within a tragic dot of yellow haze; a smear of light two pixels wide nine hundred quadrillion miles from side to side... I can nearly hear their voices. The enlightened breed of alien birds snuffed out by a single cosmic cough and the fish-like beasts who dreamed to fly between the isles of stars like beams: Your screams have been observed.

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Mountain by AbCat, literature

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Mountain

Everest eats people: The glacier cracks a hundred metres deep swallow the climbers that slip like flies to the pitch white throat. It chews them down then spits them out centuries later, still fresh, their flesh just slightly mulched and brown. Yet Himalaya's tourists convey themselves up pre-fixed ropes wheezing thick air through gas masks safely wrapped in North Face insulated clothes, trudging upwards in procession - multitudinous droves. K2 once shed a house of rock where guidance ropes were hitched. Two dozen novice mountaineers stranded in the death zone's hell. One by one they chanced the cliff, some lived, some froze, some fell.

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Weather by AbCat, literature

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Weather

There is a false spring here, and the sky yellows around the edges, where the hills are molten cowpats steaming over the bay. Butterflies erupt from a south facing wall, and bees sway leaden to oozing flower beds. At the end of Wood Lane the air is quiet and birdshit rots aborted leaves in a puddle above a drain. Barefooted, the foxes avoid it by a good two yards. Flies, who once batted suicidally within frosted panes, waft carefree around the concept of glass, to roam over tanned masonry unhindered until next week’s snowfall, after which just the naked footprints of foxes and masochists remain.

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Olive the Cat with her pet human by AbCat, visual art

Olive the Cat with her pet human

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About AbCat

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Artist // Professional // Literature

Sep 19
United Kingdom
Deviant for 18 years

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Current Residence: South London

Favourite genre of music: Rock/Metal/Folk

Favourite style of art: Haiku

Personal Quote: I like fish, but dislike romance.

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George Shaw

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Vivaldi, Senser, Phil Ochs

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AbCat

Jun 6, 2020

Nice to hear from you. I'm very well thank you. How are you?

AndreaArizaAcevedo

Jun 6, 2020

I'm all right as well. Had a bit of a health scare, but I'm okay.

black-neko-nya

Feb 26, 2020

Hi! I’m Raquel~ I don’t mean to intrude, I just have this new book I’m writing called Sunny and Moony and I just really wanted to share it. It’s about the relationship between a sun bunny and moon bunny and the experiences they have together as they evade the dangers of their world.

If you ever feel like it, you can go onto my page to check it out~ Thanks ^v^

www.deviantart.com/black-neko-…

barefootliam

Jan 5, 2020

Hope things are going well for you sir - i brought you some honey.

AbCat

Jan 5, 2020