Sunday Feature!

First off, I want to wish you all a very happy Sunday and Happy Mother's Day. I hope we all celebrate and cherish our mothers like they deserve to be cherished. Because while today is mother's day, everyday should be mother's day in my eyes.

But before I ramble on about that, since today is such a special day I'm gonna feature a mother-centric pieces as well as some of my favorite pieces of the last week. Please, do me a big favor and  this journal so that more eyes can see it! And if you like certain deviations enough give those a  too! Every view, favorite, comment, and watcher counts y'all. Show support to our literary community in the best ways you can. Now let's get the feature rollin'!

Mother's Day Love:

Thank YouThank you
For the quiet mornings
Under the covers, snuggled tight
Talking to the baby
In your swollen tummy.
Thank you
For hanging every picture I drew
On your vanity mirror
So you could see them every day
as You got ready for work.  
Thank you
For the tiny brown box
That held an even tinier bundle of fur.
You were the only one who
Took me seriously when I said
A kitten would make me the happiest
Girl in the world.
Thank you
For the bedtime stories
And for knowing how to tuck
The covers tight enough to
Keep out all the monsters.
Thank you
For brushing my tangled hair
And teaching me
That there is no mess
Too big to sort out.  
Thank you
For your bright smile
And your soft kisses.
Thank you
For being stronger than all of us,
For keeping our spirits high
Even when all we’d seen was lows.
Thank you
For being there for me, and
For watching over me now,
Even when you can’t be here.
Thank you
For loving me
For holding me tight
For never being the first to let go.
You we Happy Mother's DayA five-year-old girl pressed her hand against the warm heater in the car. She was snuggled in the back seat, with a light pink blanket draped over her. She gripped the thin fabric, in desperation to get warm.
“Mama, it’s really cold back here.” She called up to her Mother in the driver’s seat of the car. The little girl’s scraggly dark brown hair tickled her soft cheeks as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
Her Mother turned around to look at her young daughter, and she smiled softly. “I just turned the heater on. It should start to get warm back there soon.”
“Okay.” The girl squeaked out, while smiling back at her Mom.
“Alright, Zoe. Are you ready to go?” Her Mother asked, right after turning back around to face the steering wheel.
“Wait! Not yet!” Zoe exclaimed, looking around the back of the car frantically. She specifically remembered bringing her favorite stuffed animal with her for the trip, but she<da:thumb id="453419416"/><da:thumb id="453409967"/> Megan's 1st Mother's DayThey say it is lucky the number seven
And for that long we waited in heaven
But now we are here
And it's time to cheer
"We love you!"
Happy Mother's Day, mommy. 
To my MotherHere's a day
All to you
A special person
Who turns our skies blue.
I hope you laugh
I hope you smile
I hope these words
Take you miles
Back to us children
Forward to adults
So you can see
The lives you've built
So when you're tired
Or you're feeling blue
Look at your children
And know that we love you. MotherMother,
You're awesome
And how I love you
I pity those
without a mother
As sweet and kind as you
Mother,
You respect me
You let me be me
You know I must
Walk my own path
So you let me be free(mostly)
Mother,
You care
You're always there when needed
You're there when
I have lost all hope
And when I feel defeated
Mother
You're great
And these words are completely true
I'll never know
What I could've done
To deserve a mom as great as you<da:thumb id="453404217"/>  Only a MotherOnly a mother would cry when her child stops smiling
Only a mother would endure her child's self destruction
Only a mother has to endure their child attempting suicide
For who else really cares?
Only a mother can nurse their child back to happiness
Only a mother can give enough love
To lessen the burden of their child's depression
Only a mother could care enough
A mother isn't only someone who gave birth to you

Other Great Pieces of Literature:
PerspectiveDARK
"Days like these
are perfect tragedies."
LIGHT
"Days like these
are perfect simplicities." <da:thumb id="453383641"/><da:thumb id="453447312"/> breakingtime ticks on and you change
to survive, but survival of the fittest
always seemed a bit skewed
in the history books
of whoever won this war.
you're a chance to show them
they were wrong;
pull the trigger one last time
and let them know
who you're going to be.
if they smother you, shine
brighter than the fragments
they're made of -- don't
let them make you a ghost
in the machine that spins away
in forgotten dimensions
until it rusts. the craters of the moon
will always call for you,
changing the tides endlessly
until your voice crackles through
the radio and shouts back,
"no one can break me!" 
<da:thumb id="453121840"/> Dark AshAbove a cerulean waterfall,
a mountain's broken peak
suffocates in an ash-dark sky. 60 For 60: The Hound of the BaskervillesBoxing
A/N: “I find that a concentrated atmosphere helps a concentration of thought. I have not pushed it to the length of getting into a box to think, but that is the logical outcome of my convictions.”
It was purely accidental, my locking Holmes in Mrs. Hudson’s broom cupboard. However, he wasn’t terribly forgiving when I released him six hours later.
“Did it help?” I asked, attempting to make light of it. “You said that a concentrated atmosphere assists your thinking.”
Holmes advanced slowly with a murderous expression.
“It did give me one or two ideas, yes…”
Watson's Diary
A/N: You are aware that I am not a very sound sleeper…  
Monday
Exhausted. Woken four times last night by Holmes’ experiments.
Will experiment myself—with earplugs.
Tuesday
Plugs useless. Will try bandages around ears.
Wednesday
Bandages kept noise out. Unfortunately didn Beach GirlShort shorts and long legs,
your mother would die if she saw you,
but with oil slathered on in the shower
(not to tan, but mixed with sugar –
it seems to help your skin stay calm)
and bleached blonde hair,
you feel like a beach girl. 
Maybe you belong there,
flirting with boys
and with tousled hair that smells of salt,
perhaps a hint of freckles on your face,
though you never manage a tan but just turn red.
 
The polka dots on your arms seem to fade away too,
or maybe you just ignore them better
when you swim and play,
like there’s no worries in the world.
 
 A dolphin jumps in front of you,
you wake up from your nap,
toss the blankets aside to stretch,
and face the Midwestern sun,
along with seas of wheat and corn. 
unrequitedhe didn't really speak to her
he simply tossed his words
like a handfull of pebbles
in her direction
she carefully picked up each one
and brought them back
but when she handed them to him
he let them slip between his fingers
along with her tears
into the dirt at his feet Never Know Itmy love is
not transparent
it is muddy
sharp sharded
and fickle
at times
my shell is
nowhere near
opaque enough
to hide the
war being
waged inside
my laughter
will eat holes
in your skin
my pen will
poke out
your eyes
but you'll
never
know it
because
i don't
love you Palm Reading“Thanks! You really saved my ass,” he said as he looked up to see his savior. There were two people staring down at him, with guns in his face. He had tripped and now instead of having guns at his back there were guns in his face. “I really should have just kept running,” he muttered.
“Why shouldn’t we kill you?”
“I can help you,” he answered. They stared at him, guns still pointed at his face. The barrel of the rifle the young woman was holding was right between his eyes, a sure kill shot if she pulled the trigger. The man also had his shotgun a bit too close for his liking. “I’ve been around here a while, I’ve seen where bandits have put their traps, I can navigate you through them. And I can tell fortunes.”
“Fortune telling?” the girl asked confused. “Why would you have a useless talent like that?”
“I’ll have you know that fortune telling has saved my ass more than a few *Silence and the Baritone*Empty opera house
Enraptured audience gone
Haunting madness pervades.
Footsteps fall on stage
Baritone sings loud and clear
Behind red velvet.
Echoes of heartache
Impossible love resounds
Forsaken phantom.
2014 Delice1941
10th May2014 Moving OnYou said “yes” to “will you marry me?”
Moments before you suspected I was cheating
Your jealousy dominantly took your personality
And ironically you underwent infidelity
Took my ring, and my home, and left me to the street
Didn't know until then I was nothing to you or your family
As a final “fuck you” you called a man in blue
And requested civil standby when we'd meet
You led me on, but my emotions were in check
I was bitten thrice before so four would make me a wreck
A coin toss determined a question you did expect
But you walked away, without saying “no” or “yes”
Guessing it's a negative, I assumed you were selective
I conjured up the positive and only realized it then
That you were manipulative, and being glad I gave up quick
When I saw you would play off the mind, heart, or dick
If you both live your lives and keep on make excuses
No one will comfort you as your self-value reduces
So go ahead, post on Facebook how you fee

All of these pieces were fantastic. From the motherly love to the love from a friend to another, each of these writers are so, so talented and I highly suggest you give these pieces a read and these artists a  . 

That's all for now folks! And remember! You're all beautiful, amazing, and incredible. Yes, YOU.