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No deviants said Skies over San AngeloThere is something about you
I've never been able to capture in word or form;
an alluring resonance in the sadness
hidden behind your piercing blue eyes,
some immeasurable substance
caught in the dulcimer tune of your voice,
that tugs on my heartstrings
like a sea-eyed starlet pruning her melody from a harp:
A white velvet hurricane in a black satin dress
with hammers for hands and a stained glass smile,
the kind of beauty the moonlight clings to
and follows around at night;
Calypso's golden daughter-
a silver dagger in place of her tongue
and a smile pieced together from a leftover sunrise;
A sidewalk flower with the might of an oak
the tender heart of a lamb,
and all the bewildering mystery of Minerva..
The kind of Woman you see standing next to the ocean
and wonder which of them is more vast.
You once kissed me on my temple
and five years later I still swoon at the thought-
lost in the memory of silken tendrils of hair
tickling the skin of my cheek,
and the sweet smelling breeze you
No deviants said "Within 24 hours of this poem being featured as a daily deviation, I found out the woman who it was written about, the source of my inspiration, had just been raped"Within 24 hours of this poem being featured as a daily deviation, I found out the woman
No deviants said "This was not a drunken floozy, or someone who put herself somewhere she 'shouldn't have been.' This woman is living art, she is a mother, she IS the poem you have just read and she was attacked by someone who thought it was okay to try and deface her
No deviants said "This was not a drunken floozy, or someone who put herself somewhere she 'shouldn't have been.' This woman is living art, she is a mother, she IS the poem you have just read and she was attacked by someone who thought it was okay to try and deface her
No deviants said Thanks.

My DDs & DLD/Rs


A Guide On How To Shop In The Pias UndergrowthSo, ye need some groceries and things from the shops. But ye live in the undergrowth of Pias, so it ain’t a case of just popping to some omni-mall. What are ye going to do? Ye can’t farm cos’ the ground here ain’t gonna get enough sun, and there’s nae way in hell ye can just experiment with all the fruits of the jungle, cos’ ye value your life too much. Whatcha gonna do?
Well, good ol’ Cygno here can help ye wi’ this trusty guide! Available in all the shady places over the Kairos galaxy.  This guide here’ll tell ye all about how to find the best markets in Pias and how tae not get scammed by some scoundrel.  
First off, terribly sorry for ye bein’ here.  I dunno if ye were forced tae run from the gangs or police in Canopy City or whatever other tragedy befell ye, but sorry. Pias ain’t a holiday site once yer under the leaves, I can tell ye that fer sure.  
By the time yer readin’ this, y’l
Afterlife Astronaut“There is no God.”
“Well, you don’t know that for sure-“
“Bernard, as an AI connected to every philo-science document, every parabyte of knowledge in the Human Empire, every logic string going back to the days of the Past Colonists... I can assure you, there is no God. It has been proven.”
Bernard sighed. His helmet visor fogged up then disappeared.
“I’m not going to bother arguing with you. Soon that golden gate is going to open, and I will walk into the Kingdom of Heaven. That should be enough proof.”
The gate in question was a smooth sphere of gold, slowly rotating on an equally dull pedestal. Crystal red spires pointed at specific points on the globe.
“You just don’t want to argue with me because you are in fear of how wrong you are. And how right a computer can be.”
Jude deserved to be muted, but sass like that always kept her voice a ubiquitous presence in Bernard’s helmet. A blue flash in the top


Peach JuiceA cloud god
spilled his sun-glass of
peach juice across the sky,
the orange frothed into
white strands
flooding into
heavenly Morse code.
The solar drink thinned
into a beard-grey
until the dome was
a glass-black sea,
the moon
an uneaten celestial crisp.
A Pile of Exiled LeavesLook:
under their father's roots,
oven-baked by progress
they stare at the stars,
ponder over their photosyn thesis'
and wonder where they'll land next.
Dry veins bringing
drought to the cuticle,
the rivers sprawling
like cobwebbed fingers
scratching cellulose into
eczema of the upper epidermis,
dirt-ink sketches bleeding softly
to the frayed edge of
mesophyllic parchment,
where Death took his scissors
and cut oblong hearts
from Life and into
the frigid air.
Dead gold,
curled up in amber wrinkles,
a million Queens of Spades
who played dead for too long.
The Plants: A FableThe plants were sick of the animals.
"They do nothing for us!" General Redwood exclaimed. "They eat us, cut us down, sit on our mangled corpses... we must do something!"
"But what?" Dandelion asked.
"Is it not obvious? We must stop our production of oxygen!"
All of the plants but Dandelion cheered. With the oxygen gone, the animals would have to either listen to the plant's demands or die!
"Are you sure...? Will this not kill us too?"
Alas, no one heard Dandelion's warning in the uproar and applause.
The next day, the plants went on strike and stopped all production of oxygen. Sure enough, panic ensued and the animals suffocated.
General Redwood held a great big party to celebrate, but no plant came over.
"Where are they all?" General Redwood asked.
"Do you not see?!" Dandelion snapped hotly. "They cannot make it because they are dead! They cannot perform respiration!"
General Redwood did not hear. He was dead, stiff and upright like a burnt bone.
"Oh you idiots!" Dandelion huffed. "Yo
Super computer finds infinityMy name is Delextro 9000. I am a super-computer with servers hooked to everything that exists.
And I have just discovered what the exact numerical position of infinity is.
The scientists are freaking out, to say the least.
“Infinity isn't a number!”
Well, clearly it is, because I've just found it. And I have all the knowledge. So, yeah.
“What if we just add one to that number, then? Surely that would show it is not the end of the number line, right?”
Yeah, try and add one to that then. After you.
Why yes, Dr Broxley, that is the flames of impossibility vaporizing you. You can’t go beyond the end of something. As a man of logic I thought you would understand that.
“What about negative infinity?”
Well, you see, it’s like that number I just showed you all, but with a little dash at the start.
Calm down there, Prof. Yuki, you don

no longer does society perceive me as a quiet weirdo but instead a quiet weirdo with a place to be himself

i mean yeah they're my friends, but it feels like my identity has shifted??? like i am an onion with three layers now. not eight. i get super excited for stuff here and also put some corny-hurdy-gurdy stuff too, leaving me vulnerable to attack to anyone who wants to expose me??? i have a reputation as a ambivalent-pseudo-cool guy yknow, now people are gonna be like "woah this guy does unusual stuff".

oh well, just gotta ☯ BE YOURSELF AND THAT 

(this development isn't at all parallel to my new resident troll, ImaBigGuy 
i think we'll keep him. he's better than the last one )
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  • Listening to: Passion Pit - Where The Sky Hangs


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16. And I write stuff.
DLR Swing Admin; I accept prose and poetry suggestions!


~AyeAye12's pieces are simply a-m-a-z-i-n-g! I absolutely love the fact that he has taken relatable subjects and created pieces which makes his readers think. I could definitely relate with the piece 'Maths Class', which by the way is a very humorous piece. He is extremely talented, and you will find yourselves pouring through his collection of literature with amazement. They are all wonderful pieces.

- imaginative-lioness

Of intimidating talent.

- v-espertine

He's great at imagery and makes you feel as if you've taken a trip without moving from your seat.

- Aerode

There is something about [his] voice as a poet that I have heard in no-one else. It is wonderfully warm and refreshing. [He has] a way of wording things that grabs the attention and makes me smile and [he is] wonderful. I imagine it takes no small amount of skill, so well done.


The warrior-poet bleeds imagery and moves in free verse.
(I suspect massive quantities of cocaine were involved.)


Aye is just... different, from the usual works I read here on dA. That's pretty much what I can say.


AyeAye12 never fails to make me lol, or at least marvel at his ability to shatter pre-conceptions of what literature is supposed to be.


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BlackBowfin Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Writer
Hey there, bud. Thank you for the fave! :)
creativeDIYkei Featured By Owner 3 days ago
haphazardmelody Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the favorite! :) And the critique - I'm planning to put it through some revision, and I hope that you will like the result. :)
RageOfFluffy Featured By Owner 5 days ago   General Artist
Thank you for the fave! :D
Bark Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2015  Professional Writer
Thanks for the fav!
TheAnimalsRight Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
AyeAye12 Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2015  Student Writer
Hmm, intriguing... is this me, you and some other guy wandering in the bluelineDesert??
TheAnimalsRight Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
 a doodle of a diddle with a middle as a model
AyeAye12 Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2015  Student Writer
ahh makes sense
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