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Chill

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Chill

He reassures me that he loves me Tries and fails, with the best intentions Words can only go so far When actions fall so far behind It hurts when I breathe Either because I fear losing him Or because I love him too much And it’s too much for me His warmth doesn’t reach my side My bed still chilled with the fall Despite his presence, I shiver And he shivers in response Is this what love is? Laying next to him, but feeling so far Reaching out and not reaching His body, his hands, his heart

The Parting of the Ways

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The Parting of the Ways

his path diverges from mine leading him away, afar to another heart, another love another woman our paths were once as one leading us to futures containing dreams and hopes together but time erodes passion washing away our bonds collapsing paths on which we’ve travelled paths become rivers, forded by regret littered by debris of broken hearts

Contagious

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Contagious

i am contagious my cells infectious my pestilence catching, spreading wildfire in parched August licking from one blade to the next never-ending i am a pandemic deadly, incurable airborne toxins escape on my breath a miasma flowing from venomous lungs to virgin lips contaminating i am noxious my blood a poison lacing lakes and oceans with lethal intent tainting drop by drop the essence of life with my encroaching oblivion i am virulent cancerous, calamitous my ruined heart pumping disease each vein a vessel for disaster for mass extinction drawing closer i am inescapable as the wind i follow to the end with a new beginning

Beach

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Beach

false promises slide from tongue to ear travelling from head to heart each beat spreads the poison turning veins to black flesh becomes necrotic as toxins eat away the skin chest cavity collapses crushing lungs and heart nothing remains to identify dessicated bones leave motes of ash footsteps trail through what’s left leaving impressions in the sand

Cartography

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Cartography

the world has mapped my body but left my mind uncharted my gender defines my worth while my intellect’s discarded railroad crossings scar my skin peaks and valleys underrated I’m too fat to be of value as my father clearly stated tourist season’s open former lovers lost their maps time for a new vacation reservations are going fast my body is a time-share but my heart remains unclaimed my mind is growing vacant but the maps remain unchanged

Barnacles

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Barnacles

barnacles cling to sinking ships sloughing off the skin of rusting hulls sea floor rends iron from naval skeletons exposing deeper wounds than muscles can endure flora reclaims jagged edges gilding marrow with new potential metal flakes away, lost to currents abandoned wreckage is reborn

Bruises

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Bruises

My arms are bloated violets, leaves yellowing at their painted ends. Murals drip past bra straps, blending browns and greens into muddy flesh. Artist unknown; an acquaintance made without permission, taking liberty for granted over water-damaged canvasses. Colours bleed and ache as they recede, lasting longer than memory. Canvas is unblemished, but grey matter strains under laden palettes. Framed in horn-rimmed glasses, irises wilt as raindrops fall.
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Chill

C

Chill

He reassures me that he loves me Tries and fails, with the best intentions Words can only go so far When actions fall so far behind It hurts when I breathe Either because I fear losing him Or because I love him too much And it’s too much for me His warmth doesn’t reach my side My bed still chilled with the fall Despite his presence, I shiver And he shivers in response Is this what love is? Laying next to him, but feeling so far Reaching out and not reaching His body, his hands, his heart

The Parting of the Ways

T

The Parting of the Ways

his path diverges from mine leading him away, afar to another heart, another love another woman our paths were once as one leading us to futures containing dreams and hopes together but time erodes passion washing away our bonds collapsing paths on which we’ve travelled paths become rivers, forded by regret littered by debris of broken hearts

Contagious

C

Contagious

i am contagious my cells infectious my pestilence catching, spreading wildfire in parched August licking from one blade to the next never-ending i am a pandemic deadly, incurable airborne toxins escape on my breath a miasma flowing from venomous lungs to virgin lips contaminating i am noxious my blood a poison lacing lakes and oceans with lethal intent tainting drop by drop the essence of life with my encroaching oblivion i am virulent cancerous, calamitous my ruined heart pumping disease each vein a vessel for disaster for mass extinction drawing closer i am inescapable as the wind i follow to the end with a new beginning

Beach

B

Beach

false promises slide from tongue to ear travelling from head to heart each beat spreads the poison turning veins to black flesh becomes necrotic as toxins eat away the skin chest cavity collapses crushing lungs and heart nothing remains to identify dessicated bones leave motes of ash footsteps trail through what’s left leaving impressions in the sand

Cartography

C

Cartography

the world has mapped my body but left my mind uncharted my gender defines my worth while my intellect’s discarded railroad crossings scar my skin peaks and valleys underrated I’m too fat to be of value as my father clearly stated tourist season’s open former lovers lost their maps time for a new vacation reservations are going fast my body is a time-share but my heart remains unclaimed my mind is growing vacant but the maps remain unchanged

Barnacles

B

Barnacles

barnacles cling to sinking ships sloughing off the skin of rusting hulls sea floor rends iron from naval skeletons exposing deeper wounds than muscles can endure flora reclaims jagged edges gilding marrow with new potential metal flakes away, lost to currents abandoned wreckage is reborn

Bruises

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Bruises

My arms are bloated violets, leaves yellowing at their painted ends. Murals drip past bra straps, blending browns and greens into muddy flesh. Artist unknown; an acquaintance made without permission, taking liberty for granted over water-damaged canvasses. Colours bleed and ache as they recede, lasting longer than memory. Canvas is unblemished, but grey matter strains under laden palettes. Framed in horn-rimmed glasses, irises wilt as raindrops fall.

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My Bio
Like Peter Pan, without the homosexual undertones. Probably.

Also, rather than British, I'm completely Canadian. I live in Northern Ontario and enjoy my super-chilled winters. My dog, Daisy, is the opposite. I think she's southern at heart.

Favourite Visual Artist
Vincent van Gogh.
Favourite Movies
JAWS and Sphere
Favourite TV Shows
Doctor Who
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Fall Out Boy
Favourite Books
Watership Down and anything mysterious
Favourite Writers
Dorothy Parker, EA Poe, Elizabeth Wurtzel
Favourite Games
Ocarina of Time (Zelda), Windwaker (Zelda), Minecraft
Favourite Gaming Platform
Gamecube/360
Tools of the Trade
Anything I can get my hands on
Other Interests
Exploration, languages

Support

Support

With dA launching Support, I feel like it's time for a conversation about support itself.  As a poet, I often feel neglected and ignored on deviantART.  I feel like poetry and other written forms are seen as less important than visual art.  Maybe I haven't found the poetry community within the larger dA community.  Maybe I haven't reached out enough to connect with other poets.  Maybe I haven't put the time into it.  But I still have this nagging notion that poetry is seen as juvenile and rudimentary.  Like it's not as sophisticated an art form.  And I'm sure plenty of other artists have had the same thoughts about the way their mediums are v

Finally

Finally

It's been 2 years since I've been working and now I finally have job prospects again.  I have an interview on Monday at the Extasy Shop, and I had an impromptu interview on Tuesday at the Walmart Portrait Studio.  I'd much rather work at the Extasy Shop, but I'll hear back from Walmart by tomorrow.  Wish me luck!

Sarah's Insulin Fund

Sarah's Insulin Fund

Hello everyone.  It's been a long time since I've posted here.  Part of that is due to my health.  As most of you know, I suffer from dysthymia, atypical depression, and generalized anxiety disorder in addition to my type 1 diabetes.  Lately, my mental health disorders have begun negatively impacting both my blood sugars and my ability to work.  As a result, I'm now unable to afford my medications, the most important of which is my insulin. I've started a GoFundMe page that I've named Sarah's Insulin Fund in the hopes that generous people will help me to raise funds for insulin.  There are two ways that you can help, and I greatly appreciate

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tatehemlockProfessional Photographer
Thank you so much for the watch & faves!!
SarahVikkenHobbyist General Artist
Any time! =)
xbastexHobbyist Photographer
Thanks for the fav
SarahVikkenHobbyist General Artist
Any time =)
AsheryWHobbyist General Artist
Thank you so much for the watch :hug:
SarahVikkenHobbyist General Artist
You're very welcome =) :hug:
Thank you for the watch. It means a lot to me :hug: