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Holiday Card Project 2012

Nov 7, 2012

It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards. In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out

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Holiday Card Project 2012

Nov 7, 2012

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I think you left a piece of you in me.

This tangled mess you call a heart, daisy veins & sin; She's bringing me down. & you were merely shivering kite-string clavicles. Nothing, pressing winter bones against my sun-stricken mouth, darkness searching for a home buried in my lungs. You whispered breathe me lovely in the inhale/exhale of carbon dioxide suicide. She speaks only of you now, lonely & mourning beats- Crack open this damn ribcage; set me free.

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Lightning Returns - FFXIII - Galatic Gala

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I think you left a piece of you in me. by DearPoetry, literature

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I think you left a piece of you in me.

Undeserved by UntamedUnwanted, literature

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Undeserved

I don't deserve to be an artist.  I don't know how to hold deep meaningful conversations with strangers.  I don't lament at night about a lover I have lost.  I don't watch the white smoke ebb into darkness.  I don't spend lonely nights admiring the true beauty of the world.  I don't sleep restlessly from the truth of suffering within this world.  I don't lie through my smiles or struggle to create them. But I do think I am a writer.  I am completely, irreparably damaged.  I cry all night over old words and emotional baggage.  I weep over my lost innocence.  I spend nights

9.7 by bailey--elizabeth, literature

we have the softest heartbeats by paperheartsyndrome, literature

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we have the softest heartbeats

i don't know what it means when you say you don't know what i mean. the implications of my every sentence stain the atmosphere like neon lights and i'm left wondering how you can still be so clueless. how after all this time. after all the sentences we traded with each other. after every minute that makes the miles smaller. you still don't get it. how you could still not get me. this is the part where i need to remind myself that you were never mine. you've never been anyone's because there isn't a sentence simple enough to make you stay so three words and eight letters won't leave you breathless in between my bed sheet

we became an atlantic tragedy2 by ChloroformBoy, literature

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we became an atlantic tragedy2

verse i: We first met in 1912 April 14, the ocean smelt beautiful. Just like your face. and eyes and skin. the crashing waves mimicked your hips crashing into mine; mimicked you crashing the party in my mind this boat crashing against the tide's bone structure. Rocking side to side. it was my first time; I was scared as hell it was your first time, I couldn't tell disaster could be seen from two nautical miles, but I was too blinded my the curve of your smiles in case you forgot, your clothes sank to the floor; your body sank into mine; my heart sank into yours. in case you forgot, your clothes

september fourteenth by YouInventedMe, literature

Simple Gifts by AuroraExecutionchan, literature

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Simple Gifts

He holds out a chubby fist that clenches a slightly wilted red flower, and he smiles as hard as he can. The flower is beautiful, and his mother is beautiful, and his child's mind thinks they must go together. "Thank you, Lucifer," his mother says kindly, and halfway-smiles. She places the flower on the table beside her and returns to her book. He keeps smiling even as he turns away, even as he walks to the door, even as tears burn his eyelids. But he waits until he is outside his mother's room before he bursts into sobs and runs like a demon back to the garden. It takes him hours, but, once he finally finds the plant with the red flower

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