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Welcome to the sixth edition of The Recommended Dosage. This is where you will find new art, old art, overpopular art, and just not popular at all art. I don't have a set of standards or guidelines other than the fact that these are in my top favorites and I want to tell the world of dA. If you consider yourself worthy of a future issue, please don't hesitate to note me with samples from your gallery or just say, "hey, come take a look at my stuff".
Now onto the featuring!!!
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Now onto the featuring!!!
:thumb148369013::thumb149401977:categorize your shit right roses are red,:thumb126288545:
violets are blue,
dA has tags
to help me and you
but shoes are not flowers
and pink is not blue
when categorizing your shit
does this mean nothing to you?
don't label it boobs,
if it's really some rocks.
don't put it in emotional,
if it's to be used as stock.
poetry is literature,
and not artistic nude.
by putting it there,
you're annoyingly rude.
read category descriptions,
they can brighten our day.
you can look smart,
by submitting the right way!
Doppelganger I smile every time
I see him.
He's begun to notice,
smile back.
I really have to
stop this.
He doesn't
understand
that he only
reminds me
of you.
and i knew if you're reading,
i'm sorry.
for hanging you off cliffs,
watching above as you fell,
whilst i, secure, and under
your skin, choreographed the
serpents to lick the salt waves
below, parting the lips that
we never touched.
and if you're reading,
i'm sorry.
for suspending your soul
higher than breath inhaling
in your lungs; i'm a trainwreck
wrapped in golden light for
colour-blind eyes; the newspaper
cuttings telling tales in black and
white, breaking natural disasters
inside and out.
and if you read this, i never stopped.
because now we're staring down
the barrel, playing russian roulette
with all the bullets. and i'm sor
night butterfly i.
there are these girls in her nightmares;
they have cotton candy lips and electric eyes,
and she's falling from their fragile fingers
with nails painted in shades of spilt blood and
broken hearts
ii.
she watches the setting sun from her bedroom window
she has nowhere to go now; the night has come
it is raining when her father slaps her; tells her
'you're a fucking disgrace'
her cheeks are red and her bare feet bleeding,
but its dark and you can't see them;
colours have faded
iii.
she knocks on her door in the morning,
and her brother answers; lets her in
they don't exchange words
she curls up in her bed with her head und
:thumb121403856:distractions forgive me, ive got a haiku for a heartbeat
sometimes i skipskip leaving things unsaid
or stuttered, stuttered out
in the spaces that no one listens for anymore
that's where you'll find me
i planted haloes on the heads
of the heroic kings and queens
and cut them off with a slicing gesture
called for silence, called the revolutionaries
fools for thinking there was more to me
than an idea, and maybe there was once
but all i want to do now is to catch you,
on your way back to over and over again.
:thumb129977140::thumb159609267:Bliss This is such a strange
beginning to end at but you’re
such a strange creature
just close your eyes and
everything is wonderful I
promise you, I promise
(you won’t feel a thing)
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as you try to forget his name,
the syllables slipping around your mind,
the feel of his hand on your breast.
As you try to forget his name,
you remember other things,
like the feel of his hand on your breast,
the rasp of his tongue on yours.
You remember other things,
like the things you never said.
The rasp of his tongue on yours
still lingers between your teeth.
The things you never said
still refuse to leave you,
still linger between your teeth.
You don't know how to let go.
He still refuses to leave you,
his syllables slipping around your mind.
You don't know how to let go,
so you ask the s
uncharted if I had all the time in the world I
would pretend you are a new world,
map your skin stretched over bones,
fit your secrets deep beneath my mattress,
I would become a native, pluck
the ripe fruit from the trees,
tour your thighs like the rising of a white wave
on a white shore that
always returns to sea
Dive He reeks of chlorine, you think
As it burns down your lungs and dries out your skin
(But you won't stop touching him).
Out of the water he's got
Bloody halos around mismatched eyes ("Goggles are for wimps.")
Ashy skin (still soft) and lips (redredred).
You lean in.
Drink him in with matching eyes, for
You want to saturate yourself in his color,
Drown in his thoughts.
Taste him on your tongue
Breathe in his atmosphere.
The chlorine burns -- down your throat
Through your skin, in your blood.
Suddenly, (slower than you thought, faster than you could ever imagine)There is no hesitation when he asks you to drown,
When your response
the art of breathing. i am the pendulum.
free-falling
back
and forth
and back
and forth,
forever tied
to the same
damn
chain,
and i
can't
break
free.
i am the animal.
screaming
for a
freedom
from this body's
cage.
i am numb,
and i have
escaped
over and over
and over and over,
but i
can't
break
free.
i am the elevator.
up and up
to the thousandth
floor,
then slowly
slowly
descending
to the
basement below.
and then
and then
the weight
capacity
is exceeded
and the
bottom
falls out
and everybody,
oh, everybody
dies.
and i
can't
break
free.
i am the roller coaster.
up and up
to the thousand-foot
drop,
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