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A Prayer for the Scar Mapped

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A Prayer for the Scar Mapped

i hope you find someone who loves you for your scars. your scars are the battles you fought alone, scared, broken at midnight navigating the map of your lost soul, wearing nothing but threadbare dreams, with demons who would not die, and who could not rest. and still strong, you fought on. i pray you find someone who loves you for your scars your scars will tell the stories your lips cannot. your scars will reveal secrets your heart cannot. your scars will create meaning to the little things you do. so find someone who loves you for your scars. this is all that I can pray for, for you and for you, and for you...

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Child from the Stars

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Artist // Student // Varied
  • Oct 13, 1991
  • United Kingdom
  • Deviant for 8 years
  • He / Him
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My Bio
Life fascinates me! As does nature, pattern, the ocean and colour. I'm a romantic at heart, and a quiet and sensitive (but not dull) person. Music completes my life.

Favourite Visual Artist
Francoise Neilly
Favourite Movies
The Others, Pan's Labyrinth, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas
Favourite TV Shows
New Girl, The Big Bang Theory, True Blood
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Marina and the Diamonds, Evanescence, P!nk, KT Tunstall, Snow Patrol
Favourite Books
Inheritance
Favourite Writers
Kevin Brooks
Tools of the Trade
expressive painting and drawing, lots of colour but also dark gothic qualities

The Garden (poem)

The Garden (poem)

Under the peonies I rest, But I will not awake from this silent sleep. The purple and white flowers seem to bow their pretty heads to the earth and cry raindrops. I'm not lonely for I have the flowers for company; who could possibly be lonely when surrounded by petals of a million different colours and shades? So don't cry when you think of me... instead nourish the flowers ensuring they always stay beautiful, and it will be like I never died at all.

The Final Minute

The Final Minute

I know I'm dead, My body is heavier than lead. My blood is thick like oil. Lips are marble white and my eyes gaze skyward. They are red with nightmares. My very bones seem to wither. My heart lies cracked and beaten on the floor. My soul rises like a warning column of smoke. I feel my spirit rising free from the shell I was, I look down to the boy-doll, lifeless and pale. And my ghost cries salt-tears beneath the moon.
Dear watchers, sorry for the inactivity. I'd be so so so grateful if each of you could vote for my submission for the Paloma Faith art competition! Moons and stars of appreciation, Jair https://www.talenthouse.com/i/458/submission/139734/8079b1d4

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FoolsGoldeStudent General Artist
Thank you! Sorry I only just saw this :3
Danijel-KnezHobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy birthday!
FoolsGoldeStudent General Artist
Thank you! Sorry I only saw this now :3