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Words

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Words

We were bound somehow, I remember the first time we met was awkward and shy more words said in the silence of our presence than the actual speech scripted by the ridiculous icebreakers teachers often love to set for us. Sometimes I reflect on the infinite within the definite, that nothing is impossible at all and we humans are only limited by our own minds and thoughts The trouble with me is that I am part of the circle of limited thoughts The trouble with me, really, is that I cannot differentiate between my poem and myself that my words become me and i dissolve in the vast ocean of feelings so real it's ridiculous. Or was it vice versa?

The Return

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The Return

Sometimes she would scream at the typewriter Begging, pleading with all her heart So that words flew from the keys onto the paper Overflowing, filling the room with an ocean of black print On white expanse. Other times she'd sob her story out And bleed through ink All the things she could not write with her hands, People never saw this feat done in person But they say they understood the mechanics of it They could not see the archaic movements of Cogs and wheels creaking in turns Churning the fantasies often daydreamed in a classroom Filled with different ideas and opinions Or the ponderings of uninterested creatures, Planning the afterpa

An Idea

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An Idea

little seed, nestled deep in the soil, --the dark wonders of the world like the uncoiling waves of the sea, untold dreams and demises, of utopias and apocalypse-- nursed little by little on its own, feeding and feeding from the scarce-known world finally poking its seedling head out towards the weathered place softly whispered of through loose dirt particles winding their way upwards from the roots of the seed and taking form in their finality of evolution it grew bit by bit, the body elongating into a feverish thing, surviving on pure skill and sheer will, deepening its roots and taking hold of the home, --the place where hence it was born t

Oreo

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Oreo

I used to fancy life like an oreo With good and bad the delicious cookies, And I, smack in the middle. I figured when the light drained from our souls, It was God who picked us up and Licked the savory cream so that he may Learn a little bit more about humanity Like how zookeepers box in animals To study them. Religion always struck me as a troll From under the bridge where the train tracks ran, Lonely and abandoned. They sucked souls greedily to fill up those Empty gaps. The question is, to whom is that favor granted? I used to think that Life was the Mother And Death the Father, Playing family with the world, And when the time came to stop,

Hello

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Hello

Hello. The first word of a conversation becomes a door that opens to a world of possibilities. The universe of conversations froth and boil as if within some witch's cauldron. Wicked and evil, the potions of ruin, they sway and blind, deceive the heart. But none can exactly deny nature with such tact for the windows to our souls remain to be our eyes the most dangerous tempest are the ones inside, which attempt to hide themselves but cannot; it has always been ineffective when it exists behind a sheet of glass the turbulence in the water from such a storm brimming over the rims of our eyes so that the ink of our very existence can write our

Egad: God of Chaos

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Egad: God of Chaos

Known collectively as the god of chaos, his specific elements are war, weaponry, and hunting. His power grows from both worship and chaos that ensues from his specialty. Name (as known): Egad Age: xxx Gender: Male Appearance: As a god of war, combat, hunting, weapons, and the chaos that ensues from such activities, his physical appearance from his mortal elf days was slowly eaten away by the chaos of his forte. As such, he shed his archer gear for much heavier armor, suited more for swordfighting. His armor has rusty splotches all over it from bloodstains, as if to portray all the enemies he had slain while he was mortal (something he&rsq

Samson

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Samson

There was a time in my life when I devoted my entire body and soul to a man who I thought loved me. I'd spend so many nights at his cozy apartment sleeping with him under his sheets, cradled in his arms that seemed to serve as protection against the dark. Every morning I woke up to cook him breakfast, served him Wonder Bread toasted to his taste. I made him coffee and slipped my love into every grain of sugar that touched the black liquid, and stirred with delicacy and technique. Oh, how foolish I was. My youth was wasted. Back in high school, freshmen year, girls would fawn over the upperclassmen, trapped in their maturity and atmosphere. I

Last Night the Stars Shone Bright

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Last Night the Stars Shone Bright

Last night the stars shone bright Dancing to the tune of the fading light. The atmosphere began to stretch thin As they twinkled their delighted grin. They slept on a dark blanket Lighting themselves with a tiny matchstick While they slept on in pleasant peace Up in the sky with not a worry in the least. Last night the stars shone bright Twinkling and flickering in the night. When blue flooded their homely nest They quickly ran from their nocturnal rest. They slipped their dust between everything As they skipped around in a joyful ring Gathering silence as far as the eye can see And blowing them across the gigantic sea. Last n

One-Sided Love

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One-Sided Love

There's a secret place hidden within the curve of your lips And the tingling sensation is as sweet as a sugar treat. It lures me from where I hide, in my world of blending in, Draws me towards the forbidden fruit that I cannot touch. Timidly reaching out towards me, like sunlight on a clear day. Serene as a boat floating down a quiet river No rush, no sound, just us in a sea-green mirror of star-lit nights. A colorless world washed in paint from the radiance of it. Is there, was there, been there, already there, always there. Shining so bright the Sun becomes jealous in a spurt of angry light rays Daring you to challenge her in a ra

The Crow's Rose

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The Crow's Rose

He fell silently through the tree leaves, his wings trailing behind him, whacking the branches as he went. The night sky was silent, and though the rustling was slight and soft, it was the loudest sound there was at the moment. Underneath the broken bird, squirrels danced away, beetles scurried home. Mice squeaked as they sensed the falling thing and scampered to safety before they could be squashed. Thump. The bird had fallen, fallen straight into a neat pile of leaves. Nature forbid such neat piles of leaves; it must have been a human who organized the reds, oranges, and browns when they fell from their home, their tree. It reeked of huma
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Words

W

Words

We were bound somehow, I remember the first time we met was awkward and shy more words said in the silence of our presence than the actual speech scripted by the ridiculous icebreakers teachers often love to set for us. Sometimes I reflect on the infinite within the definite, that nothing is impossible at all and we humans are only limited by our own minds and thoughts The trouble with me is that I am part of the circle of limited thoughts The trouble with me, really, is that I cannot differentiate between my poem and myself that my words become me and i dissolve in the vast ocean of feelings so real it's ridiculous. Or was it vice versa?

The Return

T

The Return

Sometimes she would scream at the typewriter Begging, pleading with all her heart So that words flew from the keys onto the paper Overflowing, filling the room with an ocean of black print On white expanse. Other times she'd sob her story out And bleed through ink All the things she could not write with her hands, People never saw this feat done in person But they say they understood the mechanics of it They could not see the archaic movements of Cogs and wheels creaking in turns Churning the fantasies often daydreamed in a classroom Filled with different ideas and opinions Or the ponderings of uninterested creatures, Planning the afterpa

An Idea

A

An Idea

little seed, nestled deep in the soil, --the dark wonders of the world like the uncoiling waves of the sea, untold dreams and demises, of utopias and apocalypse-- nursed little by little on its own, feeding and feeding from the scarce-known world finally poking its seedling head out towards the weathered place softly whispered of through loose dirt particles winding their way upwards from the roots of the seed and taking form in their finality of evolution it grew bit by bit, the body elongating into a feverish thing, surviving on pure skill and sheer will, deepening its roots and taking hold of the home, --the place where hence it was born t

Oreo

O

Oreo

I used to fancy life like an oreo With good and bad the delicious cookies, And I, smack in the middle. I figured when the light drained from our souls, It was God who picked us up and Licked the savory cream so that he may Learn a little bit more about humanity Like how zookeepers box in animals To study them. Religion always struck me as a troll From under the bridge where the train tracks ran, Lonely and abandoned. They sucked souls greedily to fill up those Empty gaps. The question is, to whom is that favor granted? I used to think that Life was the Mother And Death the Father, Playing family with the world, And when the time came to stop,

Hello

H

Hello

Hello. The first word of a conversation becomes a door that opens to a world of possibilities. The universe of conversations froth and boil as if within some witch's cauldron. Wicked and evil, the potions of ruin, they sway and blind, deceive the heart. But none can exactly deny nature with such tact for the windows to our souls remain to be our eyes the most dangerous tempest are the ones inside, which attempt to hide themselves but cannot; it has always been ineffective when it exists behind a sheet of glass the turbulence in the water from such a storm brimming over the rims of our eyes so that the ink of our very existence can write our

Egad: God of Chaos

E

Egad: God of Chaos

Known collectively as the god of chaos, his specific elements are war, weaponry, and hunting. His power grows from both worship and chaos that ensues from his specialty. Name (as known): Egad Age: xxx Gender: Male Appearance: As a god of war, combat, hunting, weapons, and the chaos that ensues from such activities, his physical appearance from his mortal elf days was slowly eaten away by the chaos of his forte. As such, he shed his archer gear for much heavier armor, suited more for swordfighting. His armor has rusty splotches all over it from bloodstains, as if to portray all the enemies he had slain while he was mortal (something he&rsq

Samson

S

Samson

There was a time in my life when I devoted my entire body and soul to a man who I thought loved me. I'd spend so many nights at his cozy apartment sleeping with him under his sheets, cradled in his arms that seemed to serve as protection against the dark. Every morning I woke up to cook him breakfast, served him Wonder Bread toasted to his taste. I made him coffee and slipped my love into every grain of sugar that touched the black liquid, and stirred with delicacy and technique. Oh, how foolish I was. My youth was wasted. Back in high school, freshmen year, girls would fawn over the upperclassmen, trapped in their maturity and atmosphere. I

Last Night the Stars Shone Bright

L

Last Night the Stars Shone Bright

Last night the stars shone bright Dancing to the tune of the fading light. The atmosphere began to stretch thin As they twinkled their delighted grin. They slept on a dark blanket Lighting themselves with a tiny matchstick While they slept on in pleasant peace Up in the sky with not a worry in the least. Last night the stars shone bright Twinkling and flickering in the night. When blue flooded their homely nest They quickly ran from their nocturnal rest. They slipped their dust between everything As they skipped around in a joyful ring Gathering silence as far as the eye can see And blowing them across the gigantic sea. Last n

One-Sided Love

O

One-Sided Love

There's a secret place hidden within the curve of your lips And the tingling sensation is as sweet as a sugar treat. It lures me from where I hide, in my world of blending in, Draws me towards the forbidden fruit that I cannot touch. Timidly reaching out towards me, like sunlight on a clear day. Serene as a boat floating down a quiet river No rush, no sound, just us in a sea-green mirror of star-lit nights. A colorless world washed in paint from the radiance of it. Is there, was there, been there, already there, always there. Shining so bright the Sun becomes jealous in a spurt of angry light rays Daring you to challenge her in a ra

The Crow's Rose

T

The Crow's Rose

He fell silently through the tree leaves, his wings trailing behind him, whacking the branches as he went. The night sky was silent, and though the rustling was slight and soft, it was the loudest sound there was at the moment. Underneath the broken bird, squirrels danced away, beetles scurried home. Mice squeaked as they sensed the falling thing and scampered to safety before they could be squashed. Thump. The bird had fallen, fallen straight into a neat pile of leaves. Nature forbid such neat piles of leaves; it must have been a human who organized the reds, oranges, and browns when they fell from their home, their tree. It reeked of huma
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Hey! I'm KonayukiSpirit and I love to write and take pictures. I often get writer's block, but now I'm over that darn block. I don't think I can write good essays no matter how hard I try, so I stick to stories and poems. I try to improve while I can and often ask for critique. You can be as harsh as you want when critiquing me, but I want constructive criticism, please!

Current Residence: Mars! <3
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Um, I think it's a kid-sized medium. xD
Favourite genre of music: I don't really know. But I like soothing music. ^^
Favourite photographer: Don't have one, yet. xP
Favourite style of art: Err... Writing? Simplicity.
Shell of choice: A conch!
Favourite cartoon character: C-cartoon? Er, Odd from Code Lyoko. He kicks-ass!
Personal Quote: "I fight to save, but do I save to fight?"

Favourite Visual Artist
I don't have one, but it'd be Leonardo Da Vinci, or my friends. xD
Favourite Movies
I have a few. One is Spirit:Stallion of the Cimarron. The others are Studio Ghibli films.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
This is a hard one. xD
Favourite Writers
Neil Gaiman and Tamora Pierce
Favourite Games
Don't really have one xD
Other Interests
Music, writing, reading, drawing (occasionally), observing, photography, horses, wolves. anime

Almost Done with that stupid Portfolio!

Almost Done with that stupid Portfolio!

Yes! I've got more than three stories down, I believe, and the poems are finished! That just leaves two essays and a work-in-progress script! Hip, hip hooray! xD So yeahhhh. I think I need a theme to keep me writing. Anyone bother to suggest a theme? I'll write about it for a whole month! Or, I'll try to. xD

. Heh.

. Heh.

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Block is being demolished!

Block is being demolished!

Okay, updating my portfolio! 9/10 poems 3(incomplete)/3 short stories 2(incomplete)/2 essays 1 (incomplete)/1 script I'm getting there! xD

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