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On the Wings of the Night

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On the Wings of the Night

On the wings of night They drowned The keening of the moon Bright as a faded monarch Falling into rhythm They stopped The wailing of the sun Dead in its prison Availing Awaiting Instilling New Power In the silence In the dark As the crushing returns

Unasked Questions

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Unasked Questions

I don't know how to ask you all the things swirling around in my head. All the important questions that mean nothing to the world, but are the world to me. I'm so muddled, and confused, and ill prepared. Why couldn't I have asked you in person? Why is it that I closed up so horribly....was so terribly unable to make the decision to query you? What is it about that proximity of presence that choked my vocals to a squelch? I don't know. And I do. And yet none of that matters. I just can't quite grasp why I can't -now- ask those questions.You've always been understanding. You've never held a grudge. You've always told me you hold me in the high

Intrigue

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Intrigue

She gave him a stern look, her amber eyes narrowed in a cold yet slightly uncertain manner. "Those are some pretty strong accusations you're making, major." Her voice was firm, and cold as her eyes, but there was no malice in her tone. Whether that meant she just figured him a fool, or was actually weighing in that what he said could be true, was a matter yet to be determined. Her cool features gave no indication beyond that she felt the matter was grave, joke or no. "I realize that, sir" the young man said. He was fiery, his own blue eyes clear with focused intent. He certainly wasn't joking, and it was for that reason that he had asked he

Never Mine -Dark Lady-

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Never Mine -Dark Lady-

You are my dark lady My siren of the night Calling softly But never mine Yet always mine You are my inspiration My purpose, My thoughts My core Inside all of me But not mine And always mine I am afraid of you And I need you I am in love with you And I fear what that means When I find that you will never be mine But always mine When I liken you to the world You are the fairest The most The best The only one To ever elicit these parts of me From their hiding Because you entered the shadows My dark lady My siren of the night Your feared not what hid their You took it all in stride And it made you mine But never mine

Internal Thoughts 2

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Internal Thoughts 2

I seem to have this issue. Its obviously something I've created, all on my own. But, I can't help but realize that, without you, the problem wouldn't exist. That being, of course, that you are exactly everything my mind always comes back to. When something interesting happens, I tell myself "I need to remember this, so I can tell her about it". Or I think "I should text this to her". Or I lament that I didn't take a picture of something awesome, because it would have been so nice to send it to you, for you to see. I feel like I cry and moan about this stuff a lot. Perhaps that's true....or maybe I just feel that way because I think about i

Permeate

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Permeate

You permeate my life Like water to a sponge Soaked into every space of me Like a sweet marinated food Flavoring every part of me Like wind in the trees Swirling all around me You permeate my life When I wake in the morning You are the first thing on my mind While at work You appear beside the hosts I see In the car I notice you in the vehicle beside me In my dreams You walk beside me You permeate my life And when you're gone And your voice begins to fade from my ears And your thoughts begin to recede from my mind I feel lost Because when you allow someone To bind around you so completely And missing they be The path bl

Internal Thoughts 1

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Internal Thoughts 1

When my mind isn't preoccupied by overlapping thoughts - those things that take up my day to day life - I come to a point of semi-stillness. And I find myself drifting back to you. Where are you? What are you doing? Do you think of me too, from time to time? We used to speak so frequently. So often. I thought those times, even those silences together, would never end. It amazes me still, how even so small a time can feel like such a gaping cavern of loneliness. And I can't even decide what the cause is. I've been a fool of late. Ha, fool. Such an ironic word, come to think of it. Our insider's context knows why I use it. But, regardless of
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On the Wings of the Night

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On the Wings of the Night

On the wings of night They drowned The keening of the moon Bright as a faded monarch Falling into rhythm They stopped The wailing of the sun Dead in its prison Availing Awaiting Instilling New Power In the silence In the dark As the crushing returns

Unasked Questions

U

Unasked Questions

I don't know how to ask you all the things swirling around in my head. All the important questions that mean nothing to the world, but are the world to me. I'm so muddled, and confused, and ill prepared. Why couldn't I have asked you in person? Why is it that I closed up so horribly....was so terribly unable to make the decision to query you? What is it about that proximity of presence that choked my vocals to a squelch? I don't know. And I do. And yet none of that matters. I just can't quite grasp why I can't -now- ask those questions.You've always been understanding. You've never held a grudge. You've always told me you hold me in the high

Intrigue

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Intrigue

She gave him a stern look, her amber eyes narrowed in a cold yet slightly uncertain manner. "Those are some pretty strong accusations you're making, major." Her voice was firm, and cold as her eyes, but there was no malice in her tone. Whether that meant she just figured him a fool, or was actually weighing in that what he said could be true, was a matter yet to be determined. Her cool features gave no indication beyond that she felt the matter was grave, joke or no. "I realize that, sir" the young man said. He was fiery, his own blue eyes clear with focused intent. He certainly wasn't joking, and it was for that reason that he had asked he

Never Mine -Dark Lady-

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Never Mine -Dark Lady-

You are my dark lady My siren of the night Calling softly But never mine Yet always mine You are my inspiration My purpose, My thoughts My core Inside all of me But not mine And always mine I am afraid of you And I need you I am in love with you And I fear what that means When I find that you will never be mine But always mine When I liken you to the world You are the fairest The most The best The only one To ever elicit these parts of me From their hiding Because you entered the shadows My dark lady My siren of the night Your feared not what hid their You took it all in stride And it made you mine But never mine

Internal Thoughts 2

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Internal Thoughts 2

I seem to have this issue. Its obviously something I've created, all on my own. But, I can't help but realize that, without you, the problem wouldn't exist. That being, of course, that you are exactly everything my mind always comes back to. When something interesting happens, I tell myself "I need to remember this, so I can tell her about it". Or I think "I should text this to her". Or I lament that I didn't take a picture of something awesome, because it would have been so nice to send it to you, for you to see. I feel like I cry and moan about this stuff a lot. Perhaps that's true....or maybe I just feel that way because I think about i

Permeate

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Permeate

You permeate my life Like water to a sponge Soaked into every space of me Like a sweet marinated food Flavoring every part of me Like wind in the trees Swirling all around me You permeate my life When I wake in the morning You are the first thing on my mind While at work You appear beside the hosts I see In the car I notice you in the vehicle beside me In my dreams You walk beside me You permeate my life And when you're gone And your voice begins to fade from my ears And your thoughts begin to recede from my mind I feel lost Because when you allow someone To bind around you so completely And missing they be The path bl

Internal Thoughts 1

I

Internal Thoughts 1

When my mind isn't preoccupied by overlapping thoughts - those things that take up my day to day life - I come to a point of semi-stillness. And I find myself drifting back to you. Where are you? What are you doing? Do you think of me too, from time to time? We used to speak so frequently. So often. I thought those times, even those silences together, would never end. It amazes me still, how even so small a time can feel like such a gaping cavern of loneliness. And I can't even decide what the cause is. I've been a fool of late. Ha, fool. Such an ironic word, come to think of it. Our insider's context knows why I use it. But, regardless of

Always

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Always

You scare me sometimes With your small vagueties Eluding to things that Could have a thousand meanings Marking some obscure point On parchmented coding That makes those thousand Spin endless in my head I worry, and want to ask Knowing full well that you Would ask for help if you Really want it Really need it Knowing full well that You would tell me Instead of giving me Pinpricks in darkness And shaded half-sentences I understand it, and wait Hoping somehow By simply being here That I can comfort Be a strength unfound Not knowing if that Is what you need Or want For isn't there someone Else who is your rock? The one

Home Is Where The Heart Is

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Home Is Where The Heart Is

Home is such a fickle thing Here and there and wherever A place, a thing, a space in time Something immaterially material But it's never really home Until home isn't a place or a thing or a space in time But a person So special So materially immaterial That you'd give your heart away To make them your home forever

Alive and Unwell

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Alive and Unwell

He grins and laughs at me, his wide brimmed hat shadowing his already sunken eyes. "You're a fool." He's taunted me before. This same line, over and over again, helping me to replay the scene in my head. "She trusted you, and you, imbecile that you are, threw it away like a rusty nail." "Shut up!" I can't stand it anymore. I've no more tears left to cry. Only words in my head that won't stop; won't leave me in peace. "Peace?" he asks. Of course he can hear my thoughts. Of course he can read my words. He is me. I am him. And yet neither is the other. "You don't deserve peace, after that display. And now you avoid life like a rat, hiding in

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Always

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Always

You scare me sometimes With your small vagueties Eluding to things that Could have a thousand meanings Marking some obscure point On parchmented coding That makes those thousand Spin endless in my head I worry, and want to ask Knowing full well that you Would ask for help if you Really want it Really need it Knowing full well that You would tell me Instead of giving me Pinpricks in darkness And shaded half-sentences I understand it, and wait Hoping somehow By simply being here That I can comfort Be a strength unfound Not knowing if that Is what you need Or want For isn't there someone Else who is your rock? The one
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  • Sep 30
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  • Deviant for 14 years
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My Bio
I am a music and gaming enthusiast, living in the beautiful confines of the Montanan Rocky Mountains. In some of my spare time I write poetry, short stories, and role-play scenarios, often as a means of letting out thoughts and emotions that sometimes plague my mind.

Personal Quote: "Perception is everything"

Favourite Visual Artist
T.E. Bishop
Favourite Writers
T.E. Bishop; Robert Jordan
Favourite Games
Avid Blizzard Worshipper
Favourite Gaming Platform
PC
Tools of the Trade
Notepad (Real and Digital), Imagination, Inspiration, and a flare for Synonyms and Symmetry
Other Interests
Music

As The World Turns

As The World Turns

Every time I come back here, I look at my poor journal and realize I haven't updated it in a while. I notice its been half a year. A whole year. A year and a half. And while I may have moved forward, I know things continue. I believe, in one of my older pieces (though I'm too lazy to go back and find it ), I once mentioned that "the world turns", whether we're there to watch it do so or not. There's too much of the world for us to keep track of all of it at once - and the parts we don't participate in continue with or without us. Perhaps this is the knowledge that makes it so sad when one realizes they've left a place they once so frequently

Pay Me No Mind (Y'know..unless you really want to)

Pay Me No Mind (Y'know..unless you really want to)

Yar. Here I be. Nothing too crazy to talk about that doesn't involve my personal life. And even that simply complicated ("simply complicated". I'm funny). Hope everyone's doing well. I know I don't post much but once in a blue moon anymore, and I apologize to those of you who are interested in my work for the lack therein. My interests in creation have meandered elsewhere, and tend not to work near as well for dA's source as it used to. But, as always, when something comes along that I feel does work, you folks will be among the first to see it. Take care. ~AV

What a Long, Strange Trip It's Been

What a Long, Strange Trip It's Been

Wow. It's been over a year since my last journal entry. Somehow it doesn't seem like it could have been that long...though at least I suppose I haven't been entirely neglectful in putting up deviations in that time. Hopefully they've tided over those few of you who still pop into here from time to time... I'm afraid, in the foreseeable future, I probably won't be around by any meaningful amount more than what I have been in the past year. However...as poetry does still come to me every once and again, I will continue to post them here as appropriate. I'd continue to hope that, for those of you who -do- continue to hang around, and any of yo

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RaadShadHobbyist General Artist
Hey Paul! So I noticed that someone drew you a nice tribal wolf tattoo and I was wondering if you would be ok with me using the design. Thank you and I understand if you don't!
hope you're doing well old writing buddy
PaulWhippsHobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch!
AconiteVyperHobbyist Writer
Absolutely!

I don't frequent dA as much as I used to - but I caught you floating around because of your animated wallpapers posting on the WoW forums. You're a very talented person! It will be wonderful to keep up with any further stuff you do.
I would much enjoy seeing more of these animated pieces - it's a niche I don't think many have taken up. And you're quite good at it.

So thanks for putting it out there for us to see!
PaulWhippsHobbyist Digital Artist
Wow, thanks for the kind words!
hope you're well
AconiteVyperHobbyist Writer
Why, thank you, old friend.
I'm managing. Life is life, as the world turns, and we all take our steps - one foot before the other - marching towards our future. That's all any of us can do.

I hope things are moving harmoniously in your realm as well.