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The Killing Shop by littlemoonboots, literature

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The Killing Shop

The Killing Shop rang true in its beginnings. But perhaps it would be telling to know that this particular shop was not a place to earn the sweetest satisfaction of actually killing someone (unfortunately), but considering the planet the shop existed on it might as well be some sort of living death trap. With its concaving rooftop withdrawn from age, antiqued stain-glassed windows built well beyond any human’s years, the shop was modestly perched on the edge of a rather unearthly sloped cliff by a long forgotten Earth Colony, against the even more extraordinarily starry backdrop known as Our Universe. And like most colonies st

to bid your heart to an elephant by littlemoonboots, literature

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to bid your heart to an elephant

she practiced the art of dying with heart half open slipping words full of sleep and nascent of lilies burdened on a windowsill unlifted. first: reaching to touch the moon (to all its brittle bones) she folded inward to a place of pale and fullness and all what lies between the no other kinder starlessness blossoming chaos of flowers. - Cheekbones align to an array of mix-matched things forgotten (makeup, a smile) but 206 pieces come together to a thing of beauty in the void of parabens and laughter. So at 32, 2 kids, and 2 lips that only ever smiled for the lover which, also, was the time when she came to terms with the sticky thing of w

the art of mattering by littlemoonboots, literature

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the art of mattering

that morning, when her everything was trying to piece itself into somethings; when hours sleepless sizzled into fierce nights of rawness; when there's nothing to ease the pound pounding of shyness against two ribs that couldn't even repel the broken wonders of the human heart; she waited to(o) (the temporal rising into steadiness of charcoal lungs and tears and stars and loving and everything between) matter.

stargirl by littlemoonboots, literature

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stargirl

The first thing he noticed about her was the cigarette balanced between her lips; unlit. The new girl took a deep breath, her bag enveloped into her arms as she shuffled into an unoccupied chair. He’d seen her before at school maybe?—no, not school. But he knew he had to have seen her before, a person like this wasn’t one that could’ve easily shaken from memory. As she sat nobody would look at her; he tried not to look either—or at least, not for too long. Looked at all that crazy hair she had, bright, and red and curly. God, it was the hair that got him. Those freckles, how obviously nervous she was, or—

to refine by nature (is to love by night) by littlemoonboots, literature

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to refine by nature (is to love by night)

it is a fever, a gasoline wet dried and drowned in drunkness and then, she a grenade in the process of being pulled and caught in the perspective of saving but never quite wanting ; there is a tongue-tied mess reeling beneath the cacophony of lover’s sheets. peeling down the nanoseconds to the first kiss they drowned in the taste of the ocean cry of never matching collarbones to the fat of her neck and the hearth of her belly like she was licked with the moon with the touch of wine-stained kisses, a well-mastered disaster loving and loving and… ; “just tell me what you want.” lungs shiver into the December n

october poems and cigarette ends by littlemoonboots, literature

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october poems and cigarette ends

i. where are the metaphorical cigarettes when you need them, augustus? ii. the poetry fell through the cracked riverbanks of my mind and slid off to elsewhere iii. so still, i continued to breathe the lovely mindfulness, the unconventional endlessness of consciousness nothing’s. let’s call them dreamers. iv. the poetry written on my bones fading with all the sleep i drank (till the drunk of November mornings), the dreams melting off like the stars which ate away at my skin and left me bleeding—dying. v. so, this is what writer’s block feels like the eradication of sweeter thoughts and dreams vi. (i think i finally

paper flower pressed worries by littlemoonboots, literature

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paper flower pressed worries

roughed drips of sun in wet light you bathed there for me to find you in the subtle of sleep like the press of trumpet shelled lily's arms placed on paper frail & shy of thin as your lungs blanket in a shiver of salt water dream for only arms of Galene to keep wilting, closing in the breath of winter's cold frame of cypress blooms stealing every little moment we could have caught in the blue limbs of the looking glass "and i'd like to turn back time," though this it lapses in a film's negative spectrum the forgotten stem minolata xd-7s holding quiet, as the window flowers. unmoving with the thyme of sadness roughed like the arbutu

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The Killing Shop by littlemoonboots, literature

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to bid your heart to an elephant by littlemoonboots, literature

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to bid your heart to an elephant

the art of mattering by littlemoonboots, literature

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the art of mattering

stargirl by littlemoonboots, literature

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stargirl

to refine by nature (is to love by night) by littlemoonboots, literature

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to refine by nature (is to love by night)

october poems and cigarette ends by littlemoonboots, literature

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october poems and cigarette ends

flowers settle by littlemoonboots, literature

the shy of morning's blood and bones by littlemoonboots, literature

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the shy of morning's blood and bones

the breeze bowed in the darkness of early morning— yawning on the kiss of early leaves light of morrow's birds aching for the taste of stars & it is electric stretching hands like wings, tired feathered glimmering limbs & all for the touch of sun the flight of my heart pounding/skipping to the wall of bones— the rush of a lightning storm who lost all its sound lessness in the dance of creeping ferocity lifts me from the covers of sunrise breathes & the itch for my coffee is one i can never scratch leaving eyes burnt with hazel-wretched tired and cupless hands damn i can still feel sunrise… & it is e

in the dim of twilight by littlemoonboots, literature

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in the dim of twilight

i. sun was pulling silver shape beneath the constellations gently somewhere screaming as it rose to its feet upon the purple mountaintops, the wind roared on the horizon with lighter sky where the moon would rise dying limp with yellow night. ii. souls splendor of flight in the crumble of silent smiles iii. i have dreamed his heart as mine with the lie of sleep too iv. the silver minute of evening— as my love seemed to become a building. v. a single star hangs breathless in the rain your blue eyes have their silence. vi. might have i closed myself as fingers to hide from the rain's small hands and all those lips of petals tumbl

when i had seasons in little hands by littlemoonboots, literature

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About littlemoonboots

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Aug 31, 1997
Deviant for 11 years
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madeleine flores, rebecca sugar

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the perks of being a wallflower. howl's moving castle.

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that 70s show. doctor who. the last airbender. ouran high school host club.

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bon iver, san ciscos, we were evergreen, we are trees, goldmund, paper kites, ra ra riot, sigur ros, william fitzsimmons, french films, the drums, high highs

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to kill a mockingbird, olive's ocean, the fault in our stars, the perks of being a wallflower, where she went, anna and the french kiss, fangirl

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john green, ee cummings, yael levy, sylvia path, robert frost, rainbow rowell

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all & everything sims

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photography, painting, vintage cameras, books, flowers, shopping

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littlemoonboots

Jun 26, 2014

updates, looking for entries for literary journal

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Ooh, I have not written a journal entry in... god, since October. Really? I'm nervous at the thought of getting college applications in, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed I'll get accepted into New York University or Wesleyan University. Er, I hope. Starting this fall, I'm going to starting a literary journal called The Metro for high school students as my Capstone Project for high school (since I'm doing studies on literacy rates in children and teens). I have *everything* planned out for it and chances are it'll be published biannually (winter and spring) in an e-zine format and print edition (although I'm still in crossroads whether or n

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littlemoonboots

Oct 30, 2013

new place

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i made a new account for writings and things. not sure why, but i felt like making one though i'm sure i'll still be stuck on this one here it is - cometssoup (https://www.deviantart.com/cometssoup) <3

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littlemoonboots

Oct 13, 2013

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another feature <3 literature pieces you should really see (watch and favorite them *coughcough*) roads by QuirkyCuriousBex (https://www.deviantart.com/quirkycuriousbex) :heart: http://theemptychest.deviantart.com/art/roads-401389441 On How to Write Poetry by ssolaris :heart: https://ssolaris.deviantart.com/art/On-How-to-Write-Poetry-406883011 a new member on deviantart whose poetry i stumbled upon from wattpad you should also see sscarred (https://www.deviantart.com/sscarred)'s work. lovely diction, she has. also some traditional pieces :rose: i wrote a prose piece called stargirl and i was hoping to get some feedback in critiques on it. i'd really appreciate it. :heart::heart: - I'm trying to help keep :devo

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Happy birthday!

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hi! i know it's been a while. i don't think you come on, anymore, but i thought about you and your writing the other day. i just wanted to drop by and say i hope you're well!

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Thank you so very much for the favorite!!