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The Walk
Bitter coffee at dawn
is an aftertaste
of spilled wine and tears
at midnight.
Flames leap like cheerleaders
But I have little to cheer about
as I leave the house
blanketed in a mist of thought.  
I crumble his chocolate
from Ghirardelli,
litter the road with a shared moment
now dead in the grass.
I pound music in eardrums,
intermingling melodies
rewiring the heartbeat
and my voice is a chorus in a Shakespearean play
narrating heartbreak
through the analogy of pop.
Stained glass catches my eye -
what was once clear fogged up
by pastel paint glinting in grey.  
I watch them like it's aurora borealis
while the wind races the leaves to my feet
puzzled by my fixation to things that shatter.
By the lake I picture stones skipping away stillness
as my ears are loud with musical catharsis.
Raindrops tap a path home
but my feet cannot follow
those bulleted steps just yet.
I walk instead on the autumn ocean
blanketing the frost tipped grass
And like Moses I float upon its leafy waves
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Blue Neighbourhood
When I close my eyes I still see your ghost
cause you know that I can't trust myself with my 3AM shadow. 
Mortal bodies, timeless souls
kissing up on fences -
that liquid guilt is on my lips.
Life it's hard, I know -
I see quiet nights poured over ice and Tanqueray
where dreams go to die. 
But you left me no choice
I'm down to my skin and bone.  
We're like two halves of one heart 
not ready to be found 
and it's driving me wild.
I was just trying to be like you, 
a phoenix in the fire; 
how do I get to heaven? 
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Drowning in inspiration
My notebook is waterlogged
with ink rising
like coal seam gas 
to contaminate the blank page
and weave letters
into language. 
I sift my gold pan
in this inspiration stream
for flecks of alluvial magic
that leap from my synapses 
and seed themselves
into fists, tears, skinned elbows -
those concrete buoys 
that personify yet disappoint. 
May the sun evaporate
their sins
so I’m left with 
muddy meaning.
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When my mother collapsed
I thought of a bezoar
shoved down her throat
to reverse her slack-jawed reality,
and then I remember the poison
is actually a stroke.
I drag out the aspirin jar,
fumble the lid
and slam-dunk the pill
through still lips
while triple zero is dialled
and I await the wail,
the siren of saviours
who’ll make her move again. 
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Cottesloe Sunset
Perth sand pools
around toes
as the sun deflates,
popped by gravity 
to slump
below the sea. 
Earth inverts
and the sky is golden sand
bleeding to crude oil. 
Purple rain 
stitches to sky, fades
into Night's embrace.
Silhouettes linger 
like surfboards, 
swept up in sea spray. 
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Mature content
Anticlimax :iconjulietcaesar:julietcaesar 2 0
Blood Test
A needle veers
into vein
pulsing with pathogen.
I grimace
as the tickle-sting
of metal piercing skin 
ripples goosebumps down my arm. 
Soft cotton 
smothers the pinprick,
comes away
with a gunshot wound.
Sticky skin flesh
stems the flow. 
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Mature content
Fling :iconjulietcaesar:julietcaesar 2 0
Rock climbing
My skin calloused
into lifelines
gripping against
I lift off,
feet digging
sweat falling
like dirt flecks
as I excavate
towards sky.  
Heat wells
from fatigued muscle
trying to scale angles
but drawing air.  
I lunge, spinning, 
and find grip. 
signals free-fall
to ground,
slowed by spool
of rope,
my feet 
by still earth. 
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The art of subbing
To punctuate properly
is to pause speech
with a stray bullet 
signalling stoppage 
and that means
Forget the free-flow
of your runaway sentence;
choke off all circulation
of such gangrenous language.
Let the red ink bleed
across paper so thick
with typed scrawl  
not even a tourniquet 
can stem
confusion emanating
from prose so convoluted.  
Watch as word-flesh is stripped
and a blinking cursor
applies a skin graft
over the amateur stitching
of your story.
Words are wheeled out
sterile but alive. 
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Domestic violence
I treat my body
like a tempest
seeking resolve. 
I waver
between angst
and ecstasy
waiting for waterworks
that arrive 
in a squall, 
thickening the stormclouds
that pattern
my pale skin. 
It's the sin
of loving too hard
a man whose hands
know fists
not caresses. 
I seek shelter 
from shame
but the sky above
leaks tears
that puddle
my sight.
There is never
in the violence
of love.  
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Mature content
Orgasm :iconjulietcaesar:julietcaesar 7 4
I can’t unsee his Toyota Hilux –
that battered blue excuse
of a car that I see
parked in my vision
whenever I take
another desperate left turn
out of his existence.  
The everydayness of his car,
the car
that carries his son
and new girlfriend
and tools
and my shattered-glass hopes
but he’s a glazier,
he knows
how to shard moments together
use a little spit and memory
to wipe the surface clean,
like the rain that collects
on his windshield
only to be flicked off
by the wipers.
Fear made him
Maybe that's why
our image
in the bright of day.
Like a vampire
he departs
before light creeps
through the chink
of curtains
leaving behind kisses
that leave no trace
just imprints
chiselled by memory.
He comes home
deep in reflection
except there is no depth
to his thoughts.
He seemed strong
like bulletproof glass
except we didn't test its strength
before we dived
into each other
Easy to say we broke
but harder to admit
we glassed.
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To be over something
is to ride a speed bump
up to its crescent
and crush it
under tire
until the road is wrinkle-free.
To be over, some
tires have to lose
their grip
on past reality.
To be over someone
is to drive a car
through potholes
to find smooth road
To be over, some
one has to say
those potholes
don't feel like quicksand
Because it is over -
you are the speed bump
that can become
a level crossing.
You can watch
your train of thought
passing by, lay
a thumbprint upon the ground
and cry
Then step back,
let the vision vanish
into dust
Let the life tracks
left behind
form a new railway.
drive away.
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Dear To Whom It May Concern,
Being an omnipotent myth of human minds can be really unreliable work. You just don’t know how people will justify the use of your name for the most beautiful or most hateful of crimes. Yes, humans are only capable of crimes. Some of kindness, and some of blindness. Take the ten commandments for example.
You shall have no gods apart from me. I’m sorry, but isn’t capitalism a god? Isn’t ideology a god? I mean, I’m an ideology, right? I’m a name associated with religions aplenty. Gods are just symbols for morals we all need. But you know, God likes an ego stroke and who better than the people who made up my existence.
You shall not make idols. You’re kidding me, right? Celebrities are a class (should I say crass) example. Or sportspeople, or the lady down the street, or anyone dubbed a hero. That word is so overused.
You shall not take the name of the lord in vain. Oh my god. Don’t ev
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Here lies a man, slain by conscience. His candles burnt to stubs, his cries unnoticed. No preacher, but a soldier among humans. Kindness is a fallacy and greatness is a god. 
Let anonymity cloak him. He shot dogs and men during the war. He stole to live. His mind's appetite was whetted on philosophy. It did nothing for the men who took him. 
He killed to keep peace alive. But that killed him. And now he is entombed in memory, a page in history. 
Our wars drag on in futility. 
Rest in peace,
Your son Graham Andrews, proud army lieutenant 
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Comments and critiques are very much appreciated. :heart:

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you'll suffer unto me
I was a four-year-old fatherless pageant baby when Mother found the listing for Challenger. For weeks she complained about the California public school system. Said I wasn't fit for it, wasn't right for it. "We live in a shithole. Public school systems rely on money and the income in this area sucks. They're all hoodlums here. You'll get raped, mugged, killed, murdered and then what? All the I'm sorries in the world won't bring you back. I'm not letting that happen to you. You're getting a better foundation than I did at your age."
Mother always wanted the best for me, didn't care about the cost. She scoured the Yellow Pages for private schools, called them up, visited them with me in tow, dressed in pink and bouncing brown curls. Harker was the better, more expensive school, the rival to Challenger. Uppity kids wearing blouses, sweaters and in-fashion light-up shoes roamed both places. We settled on Challenger in the end. Mother didn't like the whole "boarding school" atmosphere at Ha
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Essay: Accidental Predator
Accidental Predator
"Real vampires don't sparkle," is the uniting battle-cry of the anti-Twilight series movement. Long-time fans of the vampire fantasy genre all tend to agree that vampires are blood-sucking, night-stalking, sun-fearing, semi-immortal fiends of incalculable strength and power. The drop-dead-sexy definition isn't a foreign idea either. Yet when these defining items come together in the Twilight series by Stephenie Meyer, vampire lovers all over the world have risen up in protest. The mere mention of the series seems an affront to the vampire subject in question. After over a century's worth of exposure to Dracula-stylized vampires, the introduction of this new, different vampire has divided the literary culture.  1
In an attempt to pacify those masses that harbor distaste for Twilight and the subsequent series, here is presented a solution to the controversial issue at hand: the "vampires" in Meyer's Twilight are not vampire
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The Narrative OC MEME
I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:
II. One of your characters decides to make a grand entrance into a random tavern. How does that go? Pick either Character One  or Character Four :
III. Jealous, Character Three tries to make a grand entrance as well but somehow fails… why is that?
IV. A character is surrounded by many enemies and decides that the only thing they can do is fight! How does that go? Pick either Character Two or Character Five
V. Character Three is depressed and decides to get drunk.
VI. An event like no other takes place and Character One and Character Two get into a battle to the death. Who wins?
VII. Character Four or Character Five accidentally drink a love potion. Who do they fall in love wit
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this one's four you three two
her name, if i remember correctly, was laura, melissa and purple.
picture this;
a girl stays far away from the swing, too scared to touch the sky and follow in the footsteps of wax-winged men. her mammy said the branch would give in. her friend crowns the tree with whispered words, and tells the petrified bark never to give up on itself.
they learn how to spell, fumbling fingers holding fat crayons in fists, racing each oh-tee-her, el-ih-ay-ar-ning to-get-her. it doesn't matter to them that they don't get full marks even though "l-e-a-r-anne" and "d-e-c-laura-t-i-o-n" are clearly wrong.
they are four and nothing's stopping them from living forever.
[now picture this;
moving away is so much sadder when it's further than just across your backyard, feels like accidentally squirting lemon juice in your eyes when she was your friend and you promised 'best', hangs like eyebags and premonitions because you left her number to be lost amidst the grass when you sat on that swing
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Tips On Self-Publishing
Tips On Self-Publishing
I recently decided to self-publish a compilation of my work.  It is something that I've wanted to do for a long time, but have always put off for several reasons; the imagined cost, basic lethargy in editing the damn thing, and laziness when it came to mail-outs to publishers.  If this sounds like you so far, you might be able to benefit from a few things I learned along the way.  Below I will discuss almost everything you will need to know before jumping into a self-publishing project, some pitfalls to avoid, and approximately what to expect to come out of your pocket.  (I'm talking about money, pervert.)
Once I decided I was definitely going forward with this project, my first step was to find publishing houses/printers that offered the services that I wanted.  There are many resources for this, but I found the below link most helpful in finding presses that would actually not only turn around a quote quickly,
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The Joy of Crit: G-rated
The Joy of Crit: The G-rated version
Please indulge me in a thought experiment.  Imagine that you drank some herbal tea that you found in the kitchen cupboard, not realizing that it would make you unable to tell a lie.  Now, what if later that evening you were planning to attend your high school prom with someone you would be dating for the first time?  You spend hours in the bathroom getting ready.  Finally you meet up with your date and he or she asks, "so, how do I look?"
If your date looks wonderful, this question is easy to answer.  A few superlatives, and maybe a comment about something you especially like, such as their hair style, just so that your praises don't ring hollow, will more than suffice.  However, if the date looks so-so or is having a desperately bad hair day... Well, I'm sure you can see how answering this question the wrong way could end up with you dancing by yourself.  
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Critiquing Themes in Lit
By M. Alice Chown
If you were a caveperson gazing up at the night sky, you'd search the stars and the blackness between for a meaning.  The constellations, which are based on myths handed down by the ancient Greeks, stand as examples of our innate desire to find a message in a medium.
It's human nature to seek meaning.  Our brains naturally fill in missing information to perceive order and sense even where none may exist.  Likewise, during the act of reading, our brains try to find meaning beyond that which is expressed by the individual words.  It's difficult to read the following without mentally imbuing the neologisms with meaning:   
"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."
--First stanza of the nonsense poem, "Jabberwocky", from "Through the Looking-Glass, and What Alice Found There", 1872, by Le
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The Narrative OC MEME
I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:
II. One of your characters decides to make a grand entrance into a random tavern. How does that go? Pick either Character One  or Character Four :
III. Jealous, Character Three tries to make a grand entrance as well but somehow fails… why is that?
IV. A character is surrounded by many enemies and decides that the only thing they can do is fight! How does that go? Pick either Character Two or Character Five
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VI. An event like no other takes place and Character One and Character Two get into a battle to the death. Who wins?
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Haiku Theory Part 1 -2009-
A Lot of Words About A Little Poem
An Introduction to Haiku Structures
Part 1
A haiku poem cannot be defined according to the number of syllables and lines it contains (nor by the number of syllables in each line). Although I do not wish to go into the reasons why at this point (I will save that for a later discussion) the form of modern English haiku, as Haruo Shirane writes, “is a short poem, usually written in one to three lines.” (in Gilbert, 2009)  At this point our definition sounds very vague. If the number of syllables and lines do not define a haiku poem, then what does? And if a haiku poem is simply a short one, two or three-line poem then what separates it from other forms of Western short-verse or, in the case of one-line haiku, a sentence?
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The NonVerbal Thesaurus
Not spoken > Body Language.
Latin thesaurus, treasury, from Greek thesauros.
n. pl. the•sau•ri (-sôri) or the•sau•rus•es
1. A book of synonyms, often including related and contrasting words and antonyms.
2. A book of selected words or concepts, such as a specialized vocabulary of a particular field.
The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition copyright ©2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Updated in 2009.
Dialogue is VISUAL
-- Not just a bunch of words.

Watch the average conversation between two people. 90% of that conversation isn't in what's Spoken, it's in what they are DOING while they are speaking. It's in their Body Language. Body-language cues in your story alert the reader by SHOWING them what is going on in a character's head without Telling t
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Perks of Being a Wallflower

I don't know if I will have the time to write anymore letters
Because I might be too busy trying to participate.
So if this does end up being the last letter,
I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school
And you helped me.

Even if you didn't know what I was talking about
Or know someone who's gone through it.
You made me not feel alone.

Because I know there are people who say all these things don't happen.
And there are people who forget what it's like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen.
And know these will all be stories someday
And our pictures will become old photographs
And we'll all become somebody's mom or dad.
But right now these moments are not stories.

This is happening.
I am here and I am looking at her
And she is so beautiful.
I can see it.
This one moment when you know you're not a sad story,
You are alive.
And you stand up and see the lights on buildings
And everything that makes you wonder,
When you were listening to that song
On that drive with the people you love most in this world.

And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.


"Sometimes it's easy to forget that we spend most of our time stumbling around the dark. Suddenly, a light gets turned on and there's a fair share of blame to go around. I can't speak to what happened before I arrived, but all of you have done some very good reporting here. Reporting that I believe is going to have an immediate and considerable impact on our readers. For me, this kind of story is why we do this."

-Marty Baron (Spotlight)

The Bread Manufacturers principle of free reporting

"It is of extreme public interest that no conduct should be permitted which is likely to prevent a litigant in a court of justice from having his case tried free from all matter of prejudice. But the administration of justice, important though it undoubtedly is, is not the only matter in which the public is vitally interested; and if in the course of the ventilation of a question of public concern matter is published which may prejudice a party in the conduct of a law suit, it does not follow that a contempt has been committed. The case may be one in which as between competing matters of public interest the possibility of prejudice to the litigant may be required to yield to other and superior considerations.

The discussion of public affairs and denunciation of public abuses, actual or supposed, cannot be required to be suspended merely because the discussion of the denunciation may, as an incidental but not intended by-product, cause some likelihood of prejudice to a person who happens at the time to be a litigant."

Ex parte Bread Manufacturers Ltd; Re Truth & Sportsman Ltd (1937) 37 SR NSW at 249.


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I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. The Book Thief, Markus Zusak

Ten is a long time to be here on deviantART. I basically grew up here surrounded by many wonderful people who have taught me important life lessons. And there's still so much to learn.

I'm a writer and will always be one. I believe in the power of language and the imagination to transform people's lives. Yet, after 3 and a half years, I've left my dream job in journalism to move into a small law firm. It's been a big scary move, but now I'm leaning towards media law or medical law.

I'm currently writing mostly poetry, although the majority of my literary work has been prose (flash fiction and short stories). I still write prose now and then but for now I'm taking a creative dive into poetry. I've also done my fair share of novels, but nothing worth publishing at this stage.

I've been published in a flash fiction collection. And outside of dA, I've been published in print, online, radio and TV on news, features and even opinion.

The most important thing for me is to strive for improvement and enjoy the inane madness that writing brings to my life.

Thanks for dropping by! :wave:


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I hope you have a blessed and happy day, darling girl. Always thinking of you. :heart:
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