Hello all! I am Endorell-Taelos I would love to thank fourteenthstar for letting me take over her journal for today. It was totally unexpected but an awesome opportunity. I would love to talk about my recent community project and group.
SeniorSelections is a group with focus on art collection and showcasing. We here at SS strive to feature premier artwork and bring more exposure to outstanding artists and their artwork. In order to bring this goal to life, we are opening our doors for Senior Members to come aboard our Feature Team and help realize our goal.
Each member of our Feature Team is responsible for managing his/her own gallery folder/sub-folder in our artwork gallery. He/she will be expected to stay on top of our feature schedule and be attentive when organizing his/her folder accordingly.
Feature Team members will also be active in the group's Staff Area regularly posting their selections to feature as well as offering ideas for future projects and introducing new ideas/methods into our idea pool. Think deviously!
If you are a Senior Member and interested in joining our Feature Team, please refer to our Seeking Admins Journal. But if you are not a Senior Member and still would love to participate there are other ways that you can do so, firstly by suggesting a feature by note to one of our Feature Team members to feature in our weekly articles! You can see who is on the feature team and what they accept feature wise from our About Us Page, and from time to time in the future we may host contests or challenges that will be open for everyone not just Seniors!
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Some Senior Selections!
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Inevitability ClauseYour sister tells me<da:thumb id="460804916"/>
we do it for the medication
as if I don't look at
the knives in the kitchen
every day like solace
no, not today.
As if I enjoy every time
I've been too tinny tiny
or monstrously stretched
inside this house of cards
brushing against one
at just the wrong angle
& my sanity falling down
in red & black stains.
As if I don't wish
to have an equilibrium
that can withstand
the images in the trees
& how when I look in the mirror
there is a little girl
staring back at me
waiting for her turn
to be special
in the hot air balloon
of my left iris
as I wait for my turn
to bury these corpses of fate
in the yard.
Your sister doesn't know
how it feels to be trapped
under a beam of inevitability
as the room burns down
with your mind playing arsonist
that no matter how hard
you try for that wondrous normalcy
it always skips out of reach
like a stone set on sinking.
I try to hide my indignant face
the overwhelming pleasure
that would come fr
PearlsThe words were bare and unashamed
before the world's first poet
traded them for favours in a secret cave;
newborn words that seared the air,
words that writhed and soared and leapt,
he slipped between a maiden's thighs
and buried there. Time does not record
the poet's name, who wrought this wrong,
whose tongue became a leash,
whose bucking lovesong tamed her hips.
The adjectives he whispered, clothed her with their hide
as they died upon his lips.
Selected by LiliWrites, elicoronel16, Endorell-Taelos, justMANGO, spoems
emptying recurrenceEven with the support beams giving out,
windowpanes like wine bottles in a bonfire,
I couldn’t help but peek over my shoulder once or twice.
Only the important things. Only
the important things…
Everything within arm’s reach clutched to my chest,
I almost went blind barefoot in the wreckage. The chemical aurora
bloomed with molten grace embracing me within the galaxy’s
most delectable chokehold.
Eyelids like anchors, I saw Eden spill into
Sodom like Atlantis into the surf.
The crashing refrain pulled me under until
I woke seeping out
through the warm bite of a velvet hearttrap..
June clouds now stalk the moon a couple miles
out of withdrawal and I’m still imagining the
peeling paint that wrapped the shit bathrooms, trembling hands
and sweet paranoia..
between deoxyribonucleic lace and chains,
intimacy and espionage, is a karmic aftertaste; broken
and flung some thousand times against
the unplugged core. Tobacco
Selected by MiloticScale, PoetryOD, coolmarvin, Nichrysalis