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    dots Submission Name: "Secret..."dots
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    Author: Drifting Star
    ASL Info:    19/F/Somewhere
    Elite Ratio:    2.02 - 22/101/73
    Words: 205
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
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    Description:
        **WARNING**: There's nothing pornographic here, only ...it's featuring a shotacon theme! For those who don't know, shotacon is a romantic relationship (not necessarily sexual) between two males, vastly separated by age, usually young and teen.

    This is written for the Shotacon challenge on WICKYPOP and it's based loosely on a published graphic novel.

    This is installment three of five.

    Far From Elite

    -Sennie.


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    dots"Secret..."dots
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    A child though he is,
    he knows things;
    knows that the secrets he keeps--
    are just that--secrets.

    But lying in bed and staring at the roof
    while the rest of his little house is still,
    he curls into a ball and caresses the pillow--
    begging for something in absolute silence.

    It's not something he can explain to anyone;
    it's a secret, right?--No one can know.
    Know how much he misses strong hands holding him
    and gentle lips whispering velvety things in his ear.

    Dark and brooding, they call him
    but his lover says he is beautiful--
    he calls him pretty and says he loves him;
    is love a secret, too?

    No, no, no--he's smarter than that!
    He's no baby to ask stupid questions;
    He whimpers into his pillow and then sighs
    because he's so hopelessly twisted around.

    His mind reels and he closes his eyes--still, pure
    He wills away a steady sapphire gaze;
    sapphire eyes peeking from beneath blonde hair--
    and a smile that shatters him every time.

    Secrets, secrets; so many, so dangerous--
    a chill dances down his spine and he curls,
    curls tighter into himself and smiles sardonically;
    he's so young to be so bitter.

    **




    Submitted on 2007-10-21 13:02:27     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      This was good as well.

    I like stanza 1
    He knows he is young, but it seems his secret is not that important to him or just at the moment, but he still knows it is a secret.
    The last line in the stanza you said: “are just that--secrets.”
    If I was you I would have said “are just --secrets.”

    Stanza 2 is my fav:
    “But lying in bed and staring at the roof
    while the rest of his little house is still”
    I like this, his little house may be a reference to how young he is. “While”, it’s like he is screaming inside but his little body “little house” does not react.

    “he curls into a ball and caresses the pillow--
    begging for something in absolute silence.”
    The silence a contrast to the above statement, this may be just a physical silence.
    “Something” almost like he is not sure what he is begging for.

    One realize in the last stanza that he is almost tricked into a relationship, because of his age, also that he is not young enough to realize that it might be wrong. He know how dangerous this is, hence all the secrets.

    I really like this :)


    | Posted on 2007-10-24 00:00:00 | by Polydectes | [ Reply to This ]
      But lying in bed and staring at the roof
    while the rest of his little house is still,
    he curls into a ball and caresses the pillow--
    begging for something in absolute silence.

    You really captured that feeling...the longing and regret that comes in the middle of the night.

    Secrets, secrets; so many, so dangerous--
    a chill dances down his spine and he curls,
    curls tighter into himself and smiles sardonically;
    he's so young to be so bitter.

    Very nice...I can see this. Like I've said before...it's not my choice of subjects, but you do it well.
    | Posted on 2007-10-23 00:00:00 | by Raivn | [ Reply to This ]


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