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A Prayer for the Scar Mapped by UntamedUnwanted, literature

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We All Wear Masks by FoolsGolde, visual art

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Child from the Stars by FoolsGolde, visual art

Artist // Student // Varied
  • Oct 13, 1991
  • United Kingdom
  • Deviant for 9 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
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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.
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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.
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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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Thank you! Sorry I only just saw this :3
Thank you! Sorry I only saw this now :3