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Spirit of the storm
I am coming into the unshakable skin of the deep one who has resurfaced, of the unparalleled keeper of the wisdom underwater. Under my ribs there are coral reefs and forests of kelp, swallowed by the green, murky water of the sea. My muscles are interwoven of shipwrecks and sunken loot and my tendrils are tentacles and rotting rigging. My blood is saltwater, I have always known this. My eyes see reality and the hidden world alike, when I speak, fish are hiding in my words. The true me is forever tied to the tempest. The true me is unfathomable and scares me, and was buried under locks upon locks and cast out from a ship to sink to
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Instructions to those marooned ashore
Please don't forget that I am to be buried at sea, that coraline arabesques will crowd my palace and that fish and men will be welcome there alike. Please leave everything I own to the living who may or may not be my blood and erase my name from the face of the earth. Under the liminal waves I will sit on a throne of silver collected from shipwrecks and I'll be crownless among the sealife, just one more kin among the merfolk. I'll be in the eyes of the narwhals. I'll be in the fitoplankton that sparkles in the moonlight. I'll be in the wind, the gull and the tempest, in the wings of the albatross. I'll become life and live through all
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The halls of the gods of the sea
The halls of the gods of the sea are filled with whispers of those who heard my name every time it sinks to their holy ocean depths. The gardens of the gods of the sea are planted too with offerings I have made to them: mother-of-pearl honeysuckle, seaglass linden and grassy willow. The roads to the gods of the sea know my footprints like they know the tides, they come, they go, they change, they grow, they come back forever and a day. The gods of the sea themselves do not know me because I do not matter: they know of whales and righteousness and kelp and stingrays and love and family and krill and revelation, and sharks and oneness and
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Of all the hellhounds chasing me
Of all the hellhounds chasing me many can dream-walk and most can track me through the night, but their teeth of torment cannot pierce me, their howls of nightmare cannot trap me, and they writhe in unrest when their likeness cannot bear the likeness of the wolf.
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Spell for wandering in the wastelands
Indigo air shatters the stench of smoke and drenches the vapour. I think of constellations and Pluto in the liminal plane (the gate of time) but only briefly, since flowers and stars and sparks fit in a breath, in the blink of an eye. Ancient marine gods watch over me. May I soon bathe in salt water instead, and finally foresee the future. cracked sea glass effigies tokens hearth fire cedar tree resin water stingray tooth ritual fingerwork call for the winter to end call for the winter to end call for the winter to end
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My life, underwater
My empire cannot crumble under the rain, the streets of the world cannot lead there, the kings of old have heard of it and despaired, all of its foes have been slain. For those who seek glory the way is shut (It was built by those who are dead, and the dead keep it) and those wanting life find a labyrinth. Impenetrable corals tower like a keep, poisonous fish swarm at the entrance, many skeletons pave the way up to my citadel made of bubbles and pearls. There are gardens of evergreen kelp, cities of eels, crabs and opulence. Everybody is king, and I'm the keeper: mine is an empire lacking in knights, but overflowing with sea life.
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Companion
1 I can tear open the cage of my ribs and the ground will shake with thunder, but the beast likes to dwell within and will not do cowardly things. 2 There is a man on a burial mound, who stands on the tomb of a warrior and weeps: this is the strongest man on Earth. 3 The rain brought winter to the city, and drizzle, the Acheron reflected on oily puddles, rivers without willows. A black wolf with a mask free thinks of summer, deliverance and triumph, walks on streets where corpses pile up. There will come winds that erase the winds, stories to rewrite all stories, but the wolf will sit on a burial mound and howl. Perhaps it will be a strong
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Ouranos
Past the curtain of smoke and the riddles, the many riddles, I walk through a path between hedges. Barn owls screech, it's night. In the dirt under my feet I see eyes. The thousands of stars over me don't show the way, I hear you're never to go left, but the road swallows itself. Father, don't wake me up yet: I'll make it to morning.
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Boudicca
i coursing through the saltwater veins there could be a river echoing past the banks of the Acheron. no one will return these irons. ii there will come rains that erode the winds and ride on the blades of grass. no one will give back this freedom, erase these scars return these irons diminish the weight of all battles fought and lost, fought and won with the battlecry of existence on parched lips.
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Love
And me, I will be a jellyfish to your reef, and I will glide through your coral palace and your tubeworm minarets. In the crevice of your grottoes I'll huddle schools of guppies and scores of sea anemones. Some mornings, when the sun hits your seaweed prairies, I'll comb them with oyster shards and we'll sway to the dozy ebb. In the multicoloured kingdom of your biosphere I'll be your gardener.
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Spirit of the storm
I am coming into the unshakable skin of the deep one who has resurfaced, of the unparalleled keeper of the wisdom underwater. Under my ribs there are coral reefs and forests of kelp, swallowed by the green, murky water of the sea. My muscles are interwoven of shipwrecks and sunken loot and my tendrils are tentacles and rotting rigging. My blood is saltwater, I have always known this. My eyes see reality and the hidden world alike, when I speak, fish are hiding in my words. The true me is forever tied to the tempest. The true me is unfathomable and scares me, and was buried under locks upon locks and cast out from a ship to sink to
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Instructions to those marooned ashore
Please don't forget that I am to be buried at sea, that coraline arabesques will crowd my palace and that fish and men will be welcome there alike. Please leave everything I own to the living who may or may not be my blood and erase my name from the face of the earth. Under the liminal waves I will sit on a throne of silver collected from shipwrecks and I'll be crownless among the sealife, just one more kin among the merfolk. I'll be in the eyes of the narwhals. I'll be in the fitoplankton that sparkles in the moonlight. I'll be in the wind, the gull and the tempest, in the wings of the albatross. I'll become life and live through all
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The halls of the gods of the sea
The halls of the gods of the sea are filled with whispers of those who heard my name every time it sinks to their holy ocean depths. The gardens of the gods of the sea are planted too with offerings I have made to them: mother-of-pearl honeysuckle, seaglass linden and grassy willow. The roads to the gods of the sea know my footprints like they know the tides, they come, they go, they change, they grow, they come back forever and a day. The gods of the sea themselves do not know me because I do not matter: they know of whales and righteousness and kelp and stingrays and love and family and krill and revelation, and sharks and oneness and
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Of all the hellhounds chasing me
Of all the hellhounds chasing me many can dream-walk and most can track me through the night, but their teeth of torment cannot pierce me, their howls of nightmare cannot trap me, and they writhe in unrest when their likeness cannot bear the likeness of the wolf.
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Spell for wandering in the wastelands
Indigo air shatters the stench of smoke and drenches the vapour. I think of constellations and Pluto in the liminal plane (the gate of time) but only briefly, since flowers and stars and sparks fit in a breath, in the blink of an eye. Ancient marine gods watch over me. May I soon bathe in salt water instead, and finally foresee the future. cracked sea glass effigies tokens hearth fire cedar tree resin water stingray tooth ritual fingerwork call for the winter to end call for the winter to end call for the winter to end
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My life, underwater
My empire cannot crumble under the rain, the streets of the world cannot lead there, the kings of old have heard of it and despaired, all of its foes have been slain. For those who seek glory the way is shut (It was built by those who are dead, and the dead keep it) and those wanting life find a labyrinth. Impenetrable corals tower like a keep, poisonous fish swarm at the entrance, many skeletons pave the way up to my citadel made of bubbles and pearls. There are gardens of evergreen kelp, cities of eels, crabs and opulence. Everybody is king, and I'm the keeper: mine is an empire lacking in knights, but overflowing with sea life.
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Companion
1 I can tear open the cage of my ribs and the ground will shake with thunder, but the beast likes to dwell within and will not do cowardly things. 2 There is a man on a burial mound, who stands on the tomb of a warrior and weeps: this is the strongest man on Earth. 3 The rain brought winter to the city, and drizzle, the Acheron reflected on oily puddles, rivers without willows. A black wolf with a mask free thinks of summer, deliverance and triumph, walks on streets where corpses pile up. There will come winds that erase the winds, stories to rewrite all stories, but the wolf will sit on a burial mound and howl. Perhaps it will be a strong
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Ouranos
Past the curtain of smoke and the riddles, the many riddles, I walk through a path between hedges. Barn owls screech, it's night. In the dirt under my feet I see eyes. The thousands of stars over me don't show the way, I hear you're never to go left, but the road swallows itself. Father, don't wake me up yet: I'll make it to morning.
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Boudicca
i coursing through the saltwater veins there could be a river echoing past the banks of the Acheron. no one will return these irons. ii there will come rains that erode the winds and ride on the blades of grass. no one will give back this freedom, erase these scars return these irons diminish the weight of all battles fought and lost, fought and won with the battlecry of existence on parched lips.
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Love
And me, I will be a jellyfish to your reef, and I will glide through your coral palace and your tubeworm minarets. In the crevice of your grottoes I'll huddle schools of guppies and scores of sea anemones. Some mornings, when the sun hits your seaweed prairies, I'll comb them with oyster shards and we'll sway to the dozy ebb. In the multicoloured kingdom of your biosphere I'll be your gardener.
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Nymph
Translucent as a dragonfly wing— her hair fans in the water, and the sun bleeds.
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1,001 Nights
In a land of dreams and dust: the curve of a half-hazed sun, devoured.
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To the lonely sea and the sky
in the dim of twilight I feel immortal but I feel blue; stardust and sun drenched torsos watercolor pain like the desert misses the rain I remember you: a sky of smog coasting on thin ice, limbs tangled around the sextile sun and uranus bones dust insomnia on the silvermoon but I am the wayward child and there's a hole in my soul, so please show me show me what the stars look like tonight.
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What If... #2 - The Little Mermaid
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The Rise and Fall of Cassiopeia
I take a deep breath, I let the springtime lock me up. With tendrils of sea-fog at my feet, and seaweed-chains to bind the world, I've become a goddess. A goddess of right and wrong and ice and fire, a monolith of smoke. Every night I sleep under the currents, I take off my skin and then claim it back. I'm bare-boned, ivory and coral; the eye of the tempest. I stand where the maelstrom starts, spinning shipwrecks around like yarn, pulling them under, to my sea-bed of long-lost stories. I'm freedom bound to freedom, ice bound to ice; and without destiny or desire, I've anchored myself to myself. I'll make it through the rocky ascent up to
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Forgive a grown up
I've been remembering these days, You- -sometimes it feels like the past is written down in notes, scores, not words. I've been thinking I was a silly thing, maybe a changeling. Maybe an ocean soul. I've been remembering you and I think I'm wiser now, and I look back and see a scared child, and Nothing more. So many people were right, and I was so wrong. And I thought you were a fool, but look at me now- I think I'm wiser- I was the fool back then.
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1. Winterheart's traversing of the moorlands.
Somewhere, someone's backyard marks the way to Santiago, with yellow arrows and fossil footprints, and, yawning, it welcomes a wilderness- - I remember this. I remember the timid sun kissing sheaves of summer grass, a blue sky aloft, a forest yonder. . Setting out with the sunset is not such a great idea. I get my feet stained with dew, and my vision caught by the wintry skies, and their goodweather clouds. I wear a cloak of twigs so my skin can breathe, and I have no beautiful road to follow. I am a being of ice and sap, today, rubbing my toe -prints off on the chilly asphalt, bringing a song to my lips for lack of a destination, going nowh
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bluest waves
there is a thing about beauty, light and reflection, I'm not a scientist, so I can't speak for anything that doesn't come from the heart- but midday, picture just that: midday, a beach blazing rainbow white and yonder the ocean. It's not the scents, not the wind, not the liquid freedom in your ribcage; the glassy sand charring your flip-flops and not, not the coolness that makes you immense. It's that thing, about light and reflection- just like our soul. If shallow, transparent, if stormy, enticing. But the waves are bluest where the ocean's deepest.
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BurtonLovr|Student Artist
Thanks for the watch!!
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vi lo que tiene ahi apenas abrís y no quise ver más, mi corazón no está preparado para tanto awesomeness *_*
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LuthienThye|Professional Artisan Crafter
thank you for the watch :)
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don't thank me!!! I'm fascinated by your journals!!! I never get enough of seeing how you bind them and what elements you use, they're so inspiring!!
I'm always wondering where you get inspiration from. Because they're really unique!!
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LuthienThye|Professional Artisan Crafter
aww... thank you so much :) My inspiration comes in many forms, but usually from books and movies :)
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