The Geek's Guide to Lit Groups by PoetryOD, journal
The Geek's Guide to Lit Groups
The Geek's Guide to Lit Groups Links:
:bulletblue: Groups with names beginning with A - H
:bulletblue: Groups with names beginning with I - S
:bulletblue: Groups with names beginning with S - Z
:bulletblue: The Geek's Guide to Inactive Groups
OMG it's DONE
What's done?! IT'S DONE. I have spent days and days and days collecting a list of all the lit groups I could find (1901 groups to be exact!), then I went through each one and moved all the groups that had no discernible activity in the past 12 months to the Inactive Groups list (see links above). Then with the groups remaining (568 groups :faint:) I looked for evidence of things peopl
The curtains ebb and flow like a tide, pulled first out the open window before being roughly pushed back inside.
The wind cannot decide if it is coming or going.
The room is tiny, with just enough room for a bed and a crumbling set of drawers.
Beside the window is a pile of books, and beside the bed is a man reading from one pulled out of the pile.
On the bed a girl lays silent but for her ragged breath, which follows the current of the wind through the window.
In, and out.
In, and out.
Today the old man- for he's aged ten years in this chair and now calls himself old with no hesitation- reads of Arthur, the great king of the Britons.
He
She wanted things to go back to the way they were.
She tried to ignore his closed, flickering eyes, his low whimper. She tried to ignore the voice in her head.
She tried to ignore those memories, repressed for so many years.
Tried and failed.
‘What are you waiting for, then? A little force, and a twist of the blade. Then all is done.’
Choking back a sob, she pressed her forehead against the wall. Hard.
‘Shut up, Shut up, Shut up!’ She cried, tears freefalling from her eyes to the floor.
‘You’re weak. Do it. Do it..’
She couldn’t do it; but she could. She didn’t want to do it; but
Angel was sitting in the navigation room with her chair balancing on its two back legs. The sun was just peaking over the horizon covering the world in soft hues of pink and blue. It was beautiful. Angel couldn’t believe that she was actually going to try to find the Irolia. It was a miracle that the Sinta in London made that speech, even if it was a fluke. There were others now, like her looking for the Irolia, which meant that the world would be following their every move. Silently cursing herself for destroying the Sintas tower she leaned forward and the chair thudded against the floor. Angel got up and sauntered over to the helm, ad
First, we are alone.
First, we are naked.
Walking is nearly impossible.
It will remain difficult.
We have problems with our feet, always aching, always sore.
Our shoes often have blood in them.
I have always been alone.
Always scared, confused, afraid.
That's okay, though.
I don't mind.
Not like I get a choice.
We are always alone.
Unsure on how to find the others, but we do.
Then we are still alone, but only in the special way one such as us can be.
Maybe I'm sick of being special.
Being different.
I want to be normal, you know?
I want to be.. free.
We are given clothes.
We learn how to speak, hear, read.
We are given jobs, liv
Your last breath,
So cold,
So powerless,
You lie in my arms!
The colour of your life,
So red,
Runs through my hands,
Which gave you so much love,
Touched you to give,
To feel!
My lips tremble,
But they remain silent,
Boundless failure,
The world sinks in pain!
In me slowly burns
Your paradise to dust!
The ashes of your life,
The clear crystal of my soul,
So gently covered,
As the evening sky,
Hugs my loneliness!
Birds of night,
Glide on silent wings,
Through the land of my dreams,
In which they take my heart
And carry it
Over the abyss of my life!
There they tear it apart,
In thousands of pieces so small,
Raining down on my life
In my
Let me
wear your face
and speak through your lips
Let me
outline and trace
your perfect precious lips
Let me
cover my own scars
under someone else's skin
Let me
escape this shell of liquid tar
sew new complexion scorching pins
Let me
be who I am not
so I may dwell in denial
Let
me inside to reside and rot
in your veins I trifle
Let me
learn to love myself
no need to live your life
Let me
learn to live so well
not hide behind those eyes