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Suddenly
I want to be beside you on a midwinter day, with the snow arriving just after we did. I want this selfishly and perhaps evanescently, but I very much want this, indeed. I want to see the fruit of a pun bubble up from your smile and to see happiness in your teeth; laughter in the crinkles beside your eyes. I want these things selfishly, indeed.
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rain
Between the clouds eke drops of sunlight; Pallid notions, they are an unexpected day Who seizes me amongst the timber. Dew silently unfolds the tales of night: Poor ocean! she yearned to speak unafraid, To lilt and melt; to grieve in timbres By which one might deliquesce. And so, she fell gently, upon the world, Her craft so diligent and verdant, That the whistling grass held resonance; And tenderly over it, a hopeful breeze curled For he may never again clasp such elegance.
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Empty Headed
there was a boy who wrote. words spilled from his pen, for often he was quite alone. the night did not assuage him, even though it alone was the only thing that always came back. it made sure the boy felt lost, and it taunted him, ignoring flack. the night in limbo mused; it knew the boy better than himself. how he had been scratched, scarred, used. only his inkshed tears paralleled such wealth, and the darkness snickered inside and out. he knew the boy was worthless. what would be the point of midnight shouts? he asks. who responds to loneliness?
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This Was Originally Specific
It is easier to write When you know less about a person. I can romanticise the ways In which I may fall in love with your look. Those rainy eyes and that little grin, And those bangs. Goodness gracious. It is easier to write when you know less about a person. When you can slowly replace your predictions with the truth, And while content at first, be, perhaps, ever the more pleased later. It is easier to compose when you can imagine they’re more like you, Or discover an invented quirk, or learn of a real one later. The nuance of a soul can fill a room, and my dear, yours is almost palpable.
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March 21
Every cloud must have a silver lining, But the dew of yesterday sticks and tricks my humbled eyes. They see only the promise of earth; The present and its sticks, its dirt While the future waits humbly in the skies.
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silver eyes
there is a girl with silver eyes, cognizant and beloved. what a vivid life one must live around the girl destined to give. there is a girl with illuminated locks, tender and golden leaféd. how it would be to truly know the girl who lives to know; to grow. there is a girl whom spills her mind, gracious and absurd. what a fine thing it would be to see the world through a lens as she: the girl with the silver eyes.
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(Excluded Excerpt)
I am homesick. What iridescent riches I would give just to wake up with her warmth circumferent with my arms. The grasp would last for years upon years and to relinquish our embrace would be nigh upon impossible. How many weeks I would give just to spend a night of dreaming by the side of my own heart, sharing the most fantastic of adventures within centimetres to the most sublime flesh I have been blessed to touch before, and would be blessed to touch again. My eyes pan my room, and I am deaf with solitude. Trophies dangle precariously from a shelf as though reflecting my own construct, and I am reminiscent of classic memories etched again
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Small Thanks
Thank you for not leaving, Even when you thought you ought to. (You know the time, and We both know the tears.) I think that, somewhere inside me, That sparked something. Your non-departure. I didn't know it, but I must have known, From that moment, that I could not dare let you go.
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Amnesia
My heart beats down on my chest and shoves my lungs into the great pit of my mattress, and you do not care. I am nailed down by heartbreak and inadequacy into a board of spring and rot, and you do not care. I am trapped in a cocoon of dread-ridden fleece; I cannot escape myself, and you do not care. My throat burns with the ache of screaming at you, and you do not care. My fingertips callus, clutching for you, and you do not care. You are "freed" by tempered steel and shredded flesh, and you do not care. You are killing my friend, and you both have forgotten how to care.
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S
Suddenly
I want to be beside you on a midwinter day, with the snow arriving just after we did. I want this selfishly and perhaps evanescently, but I very much want this, indeed. I want to see the fruit of a pun bubble up from your smile and to see happiness in your teeth; laughter in the crinkles beside your eyes. I want these things selfishly, indeed.
r
rain
Between the clouds eke drops of sunlight; Pallid notions, they are an unexpected day Who seizes me amongst the timber. Dew silently unfolds the tales of night: Poor ocean! she yearned to speak unafraid, To lilt and melt; to grieve in timbres By which one might deliquesce. And so, she fell gently, upon the world, Her craft so diligent and verdant, That the whistling grass held resonance; And tenderly over it, a hopeful breeze curled For he may never again clasp such elegance.
s
silver eyes
there is a girl with silver eyes, cognizant and beloved. what a vivid life one must live around the girl destined to give. there is a girl with illuminated locks, tender and golden leaféd. how it would be to truly know the girl who lives to know; to grow. there is a girl whom spills her mind, gracious and absurd. what a fine thing it would be to see the world through a lens as she: the girl with the silver eyes.
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(Excluded Excerpt)
I am homesick. What iridescent riches I would give just to wake up with her warmth circumferent with my arms. The grasp would last for years upon years and to relinquish our embrace would be nigh upon impossible. How many weeks I would give just to spend a night of dreaming by the side of my own heart, sharing the most fantastic of adventures within centimetres to the most sublime flesh I have been blessed to touch before, and would be blessed to touch again. My eyes pan my room, and I am deaf with solitude. Trophies dangle precariously from a shelf as though reflecting my own construct, and I am reminiscent of classic memories etched again
S
Small Thanks
Thank you for not leaving, Even when you thought you ought to. (You know the time, and We both know the tears.) I think that, somewhere inside me, That sparked something. Your non-departure. I didn't know it, but I must have known, From that moment, that I could not dare let you go.
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Amnesia
My heart beats down on my chest and shoves my lungs into the great pit of my mattress, and you do not care. I am nailed down by heartbreak and inadequacy into a board of spring and rot, and you do not care. I am trapped in a cocoon of dread-ridden fleece; I cannot escape myself, and you do not care. My throat burns with the ache of screaming at you, and you do not care. My fingertips callus, clutching for you, and you do not care. You are "freed" by tempered steel and shredded flesh, and you do not care. You are killing my friend, and you both have forgotten how to care.
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(midnight sketch)
Tonight is a strange night. My mind is running rampant. It smells like My eyes are all ears to taste what I cannot feel, And my reminiscent reverie rushes to      you and wracks me in the most whimsical way. My body is sole, soul, but My heartbeat is beneath your ribs, so Reason renders rest wonderfully worthwhile.
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Between the clouds eke drops of sunlight; Pallid notions, they are an unexpected day Who seizes me amongst the timber. Dew silently unfolds the tales of night: Poor ocean! she yearned to speak unafraid, To lilt and melt; to grieve in timbres By which one might deliquesce. And so, she fell gently, upon the world, Her craft so diligent and verdant, That the whistling grass held resonance; And tenderly over it, a hopeful breeze curled For he may never again clasp such elegance.
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When did DeviantArt get so many character limits? Titles are squandered. Anyway, hello. I've uploaded some poetry. It's always on my tumblr first, but that's not a big deal if you don't follow that. I've been not dA'ing so much the past few years, so it shouldn't be a huge surprise that I'm still mostly inactive. I've graduated from high school. I saw my best friend for the first time in two year a few weeks ago, and it was heavenly. We had really good pizza, and I met her boyfriend, who's pretty cool. I also got a new laptop, which is much more exciting. It's not a netbook, which means that I can actually do things on it. Wow! Okay. You may
Hey, neat.
Writer or Pianist? won first place in a school poetry contest, and Epic the Panda won second place in the short story part of the same contest. I get $25 and two medals to put on my sash at graduation. Neato.
It's time to revive this bad boy.
Expect a bunch of lyric art to pop up.

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Yupiri|Student Digital Artist
Thank you so much for the :+devwatch:!!
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Daking9|Hobbyist General Artist
oh yeah dude, no problem. Sorry I don't pay much attention to DeviantART, but I gotta follow cool artist friends B)
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DarkSenshi|Student Digital Artist
Tag! You're it! [link]
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TwilitAquaticMelody|Student Traditional Artist
Guess who aced their final! :D Thanks, man. Remember, I owe you a drawing.
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Daking9|Hobbyist General Artist
YESSSS
I'll definitely try to remember that. :3
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TwilitAquaticMelody|Student Traditional Artist
I'll send a reminder every 90 days. XDXDXD
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Daking9|Hobbyist General Artist
Awesome. xD
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