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In a flurry of coat and skirt she traipsed through the drafts of jealous, slinking air, shaking off their coils of cold bands on her legs, her cheeks. She waved it off as she sat at the shaking wooden table, long nails scraping against the cheap finish as she dropped the book and laptop onto the table, rocking in the rocking chair.
Her long fingers flicked open the lid, the light whirring on, bright and white and blinding, her fingers skittering over the letters, settling on the pad as she read, hungrily read, as the feral wolf lapped up its food. As she sat still, still sculpture, still boulder, her muscles lurched forward, her mind spinning around the story, one word after another chasing another, each other, the next, the last, the last before, the first, the beginning, the end, the one before, the one last before the first after the last. The room spun with dancing, angry spirits, coiling grins of demons and magic and pain, coiling magic of spirits of wind of people. She pushed her
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WIP - NRftW ffic
So soon, so soon…. November clenched her eyes together, refusing to shed a tear over so silly a notion, focusing on the ebbing white-green light, the sparks in against the black. Slowly, heavily, leadenly, she lifted her pale face to the mirror, wide green eyes staring back in horror, a horror themselves. A hand went up, smoothing over the tender, bruise shadows, the red edging the thick, black lashes. A ghost of red and white and black, a pale sliver of a woman, sat in her mirror. Her hands slipped over her jaw, up behind her small ears, tangling back the reddish hair, her slender neck –so pale- visible to the mirror.
How awful, so awful, to marry…. To marry in a day and a half’s time to a man she could barely understand, to a man who could not begin to understand her. She shuttered, pain high in her nose sharp and recognisable, the source of the red rims, of her ruddy cheeks, the tears tumbling down them, blurring the frightening woman in the mirror.
She could not
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Which Shoe? by AnimeV Which Shoe? :iconanimev:AnimeV 1 4 Sketchy ID by AnimeV Sketchy ID :iconanimev:AnimeV 0 1 WIP - Shadow of the DAy by AnimeV WIP - Shadow of the DAy :iconanimev:AnimeV 1 6
In the Arms of Morpheus
If I could but free you from this curse
and kiss your trembling lids good-night
I'd silence your fretting heart and lie;
lie here, as it is, through the longest day
to watch the dawn subdue feral Night
and give you the sweetest gift of sleep sound.
I would give silk moths and gold leaves for this,
to give what is most sorely needed.
Of sleep and comfort, I can provide only the latter;
alas, the former is not within my power.
With tightest embrace and fiercest lock,
your hands in mine, twined around each other
not knowing it is the shortest night, but that it is night.
Without so much as a trembling touch, I come,
giving everything to my lord and grace.
I would speak precious words in foreign tongue
-but foreign only to you;
I would find the little bird and play its simple melody
-magic, all for you to be lifted of this curse.
Kaolin-sullied hands are not sullied, but graced
by the delicate earth to create new, better worlds
from strong, gentle fingers -the same that pound
against brass
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Happy Holidays 2007 by AnimeV Happy Holidays 2007 :iconanimev:AnimeV 0 2 Lena Doesn't Feel So Good by AnimeV Lena Doesn't Feel So Good :iconanimev:AnimeV 0 2 A Real Woman by AnimeV A Real Woman :iconanimev:AnimeV 0 7 Study of a Man's Legs by AnimeV Study of a Man's Legs :iconanimev:AnimeV 0 0 Quick Sketch of a Man by AnimeV Quick Sketch of a Man :iconanimev:AnimeV 0 2
Show me not letters, but stars
Show me not letters, but stars.
lie next to me, beside me,
to catch the falling sleep,
and rest our eyes from the
impertinent street lights.
Do not promise me conversation.
Allow me
to listen to your steadied breathing.
Bring yourself close -it is cold,
and place your head beside mine.
Night is still young, and light
far behind the world.
I do not beg, but seek.
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Bright summer’s day,
Sun white against your skin;
Wishes on the grass,
Your hands running through my hair.
Thoughts on a cold fall’s day
Giving all to stay with the sun
Found the pain I seek:
Your hands running through my hair.
On top the magic hill
Words hanging on the air,
Stealing one more kiss
As my hands run over your skin
And your hands running through my hair.
Thoughts on a cold fall’s day
Giving all to stay with the sun
Found the pain I seek:
Your hands running through my hair.
Goodnight tonight on winter’s night,
Thought I’d say good-bye
Before I remember your flight
And your hands running through my hair
(your hands running through my hair).
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If I could think and not take bias, I would. If I could listen and hear and touch and feel, I would. As it stands, and as I stand, upon my legs wandering down streets I could forget years from now, I cannot bring myself to care. I cannot find the words to snap to life and say all that I need it to say. I cannot bring myself to care as I cry. No tears now could ever reveal anything for there is nothing.
I have lost an important piece, a piece I cannot do without. I wish to cry, it seems right to cry, but why is it that I am not falling apart? What is keeping together my weakening limbs and my mind? I cry sincerely, but I cannot say why I cry. It seems right to cry. If I could touch and feel, watch and see, listen and hear, then I could find that one piece and open my eyes.
As it stands, and so I must stand, I could say that I hate you, or that I love you, and it would not make a difference. I could say so much, but if it is just me speaking, then it is all nothing. I can speak, but I ca
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Green Eyes
What would it take for you to see
that the world is empty?
Took so long for me to find,
but you just turned away blind.
Couldn't have found a better place
to put all of the blame.
Couldn't find a way to face
all of your shame.
I place all of the blame on your eyes.
Green eyes
couldn't have been more surprised.
Green eyes
nothing could be more despised.
Green eyes-
Nothing more I could accuse.
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I have forgotten how to love
I have forgotten how to love.
It was all she said.
He merely shrugged.
Not too difficult to remember how.
That was all he said.
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old master study 3 by vanishingpoints old master study 3 :iconvanishingpoints:vanishingpoints 2 0 100 themes: Introduction by thesilentpsychogirl 100 themes: Introduction :iconthesilentpsychogirl:thesilentpsychogirl 10 22 don't forget the night by prismes don't forget the night :iconprismes:prismes 1,272 143 If I Were God by ElifKarakoc If I Were God :iconelifkarakoc:ElifKarakoc 627 118 OOO - Sinc by rennerei OOO - Sinc :iconrennerei:rennerei 2,868 213 Where you Going to run to by Elppin Where you Going to run to :iconelppin:Elppin 187 63 Geez... by JesusIsMyHomie Geez... :iconjesusismyhomie:JesusIsMyHomie 128 28 Hunter by FordFord Hunter :iconfordford:FordFord 3 11 up.side.down by leeling18 up.side.down :iconleeling18:leeling18 2 4 Anonymous Girl by S-Harkey Anonymous Girl :icons-harkey:S-Harkey 158 42 Ariel by mary-dab Ariel :iconmary-dab:mary-dab 403 42 'No strings...' by Soulless2k4 'No strings...' :iconsoulless2k4:Soulless2k4 3 11 The last full moon by Fiaria The last full moon :iconfiaria:Fiaria 2 0



Busy diving off the deep end.
Artist | Traditional Art
United States
Current Residence: The middle of no where.... I do not like manure.
Favourite photographer: Helmut Newton X3
Favourite style of art: Pencil work and visual poetry.
Operating System: Insanity.
MP3 player of choice: A blue iPod mini named Nymphadora.
Shell of choice: A turtle's.
Wallpaper of choice: I prefer paint, thank you very much.
Skin of choice: This sounds so very racist.... (fear my technological ignorance!)
Favourite cartoon character: Perrault from No Rest for the Wicked and SPIDERMAN ^^
Personal Quote: "Put on some bloody knickers you bloody bloke!" -S <-Must he?
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Will be posting some new photos. They're developed from film (my favourite kind). A few are portfolio pieces.


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kal-the-ronin Featured By Owner Sep 7, 2009
shortwings Featured By Owner Aug 26, 2009
Oi, how come you have so many DA accounts? And which ones do you keep active anyways? It's confusing. @_0
AnimeV Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2009   Traditional Artist
Three. They're all active, just some are more lethargic than others at times.
AnimeV: photography/writing
amoursansdouleur: art
WolvesLikeWe: comic
If that clears anything up. Sorry that you're confused. =(
shortwings Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2009
No problem, I'll just put a watch on them all. (:
thesilentpsychogirl Featured By Owner Sep 11, 2008   Traditional Artist
Thanks for the fav! :hug:
AnimeV Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2008   Traditional Artist
You're welcome! :glomp:
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