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Worth'd by littledeer, literature

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Worth'd

What were words worth? In tiny staccato whispers, petulant tones, a bravado of guffaws, were words worthy? Convey they not my heart, my mind, translate from mental state that which I'd have you know, grok, groot? But try I do, and syllables drip, and slip, and in spastic play, attempt to guess, SED A GIVE? What would I, if I could, in your heart and slumbered dreams, give you to show, give you to know, grok, groot? But in art, in feline purr, in glance or moment, song or sigh at the end as always I try Grok, Groot?

Simple Hallelujah by littledeer, literature

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Simple Hallelujah

He dances dark, this Lord of Song words in winters whispers and stillness brings hat in hand and smile wicked so but you already knew that din't ya? Value clasped set in locked heart of chance and workshops art blow me cold through and still I am you together moment a glance the blending of where sublimated are thoughts shared a presence lasting the lifespan of a snowflake

Swiss Cheese by littledeer, literature

Kyle Reese by littledeer, literature

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Kyle Reese

Cyberdyne, Heterodyne, clandestine, I write presupposition, inquisition, superstition membranes away on a simple string no fate but what we make, create a dinosaur to test the will, faith and never we touch but vibrate electrons in orbits so close but never we touch immaterial we full of space vast darkness in this dance motion learn to be as light neither here nor there but in all places at once know we so much and so little

what left to say by littledeer, literature

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what left to say

And scream I, into the black. not i, but I. With a voice my own, what left to say? Love that fails, love that lives Love that is. I would that I had heart to love all, heart and time and time, time to learn to fly just don't fly in anything with a Corson 38, they'll fall right out of the sky I intend to live, to discover, to uncover, to watch to learn to touch gods to touch, ah Gods! feel all the beauty, even the pain, and find the truth. not what people say, that is often only partly true but Truth the neurotic, quixotic Truth that is to your own self be true, or at least I suppose be prepared to be true try to be true

life to live by littledeer, literature

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God-dess by littledeer, literature

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God-dess

Softly beneath silken locks a brush'd and blushing skin neck and ear flow to lips tender kissed by passing whim encircling arms gently press binding loves creation fingertips to subtle bliss under moonlight's proclamation held so free as bodies trace that ancient primal dance gently now and slowly grace this most seductive trance beat the tempo of the soul to come so high again the single darkest piece of coal was what the diamond once had been

masochism by littledeer, literature

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masochism

divide confine lines within this little realm a heart beats .. bleeds sappy but true love is pain, highness anyone who tells you otherwise is lying through their teeth find my heart, I can't seem to find it did i misplace it again? how to feel without feeling how to love without this merry go round around again this dance I've felt before but not so close with someone who could give/tries to give who? what I am to give up? confusion, dissillusion dissolution bad poetry pours forth maybe this will make a daily deviation? my pain, your pleasure the ultimate in masochism

malcontent winter by littledeer, literature

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malcontent winter

In story book pages, spaces I've lost the dream. A brickyard of thought drifted, deserted a concrete path beaten down, ground in. Memories, the roadkill of choice, dissected, stripped, no fur left, no softer side. Malcontent, a jungle wrought, iron and steel, in a world, that steals freedom. Pretend it exists, go ahead and try. Divided are perceptions, recollections superficial angst. Nevermind the when how and why lost are the excuses, illusions. It never mattered anyway. Roaring on, life will go, ravenous unforgiving with or without your pity, your hopes, your thoughts. Know yourself or not, truth or not, joy or not late fe

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Worth'd by littledeer, literature

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Simple Hallelujah by littledeer, literature

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Simple Hallelujah

Hope Kills by littledeer, literature

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Hope Kills

lingering.. wanting.. wishing.. all for naught.. wasting.. starving.. missing.. and you are caught.. puppeteer strings tie you up.. make you dance.. "I'm sorry" and you move to the left.. "I'm done" and you dance to the right.. fitful tears cause you to pirouette down the stage.. run puppet dance puppet laugh, leap, love.. all within your strings.. we are one with the user.. we are the strings.. until we see them.. cut strings puppet.. cut strings puppet.. little limp lost puppet.. angry little puppet.. who wishes to dance his own song.. hurt little puppet.. who now can see.. time to heal puppet.. strings are y

summer rain by littledeer, literature

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summer rain

pats window's pain exercise in suspended disbelief lone eyelet to world silver metal clasps minutia of each beings view becomes each beings trap yet so expanded are some, that illusion fails to bring enchantment and forevermore some sort of naivity shed like rainbow luster dimmed by descriptions of light-wave theory are you yet dreaming? are you yet being? sweet princess of angels.. world comes to claim thee.. to take thee away.. chang'd forever knowing what is coming knowing what will be but still for a moment how precarious is seems tipped cystalline span of time finite improvised ivy new on the vine subtly lost

ruminations by littledeer, literature

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ruminations

the greatest thing.. you'll ever learn.. is just to love.. and be loved.. in return.. sigh.. romantic thoughts sweet loves song.. a movie.. a poem.. (that hits you so hard.. ) a thought, a theme.. a rambling vivid dream.. a spiral stardust staircase.. a scintillating sensation.. turquoise turmoil delicious design... alone lovely notes pour out.. each seperate unearthly sound.. ringing through skull of bronze.. cast heavy of a mortal mold.. crumbling leaves .. crackling time.. finished work.. unfinished lives.. in this moment.. is truth finally perfect.. all is right with the world.

New Ink by littledeer, literature

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New Ink

hadn't seen him in over a month.. I blew off our last date... how could I do this to some one who knows me so intimately.. someone who has pierced my flesh with a thousand tiny needle strokes?.. someone for whom I willingly return.. avidly await his most painful touch?. How could I have thought it over?.. how could I have hidden so long from him? Some people have a shrink.. some even a bartender .. most have friends but do they understand?.. why you go back.. why inflict such pain on yourself?.. why let another human send that shock of sheer physical torment through your soul and down your spine? Am I perverse that I follow it so..

too much loud by littledeer, literature

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too much loud

childrens cry.. scream metal strings.. sweat pours down me.. mingled salty tears.. scars... vision blurs as it reaches my eyes.. coldly impassionately .. kick kick kick punch.. sweat coats me.. listen to them whimper.. listen.. and know.. this goes on.. out there the pain is real.. out there.. it happens.. again and again.. body will not obey.. breath comes raspy.. can not help. can not understand.. powerless fighting.. trying .. running running body falls.. slumps down... sweaty dirty deep notes cover the pain.. cover the crys.. music surrounds.. and I feel only what is so loud.. what I cannot hear.. can only liste

exwish by littledeer, literature

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exwish

i almost wish i could say it hit me like a wall.. but no.. it was more insidious, did it come as a shock, did my heart skip and stop palms sweating in supplication for a mistake of the presses some tragic lovelorn last minute revalation.. but no.. it was not it was something that slunk its way into my life.. much the same way you did i realize this.. awareness... apathy runs her room temperature fingers over my flesh and i am not aroused, clinically, insignificantly, i find today the carcass of a fictioned love, ties his lacking-soul to another i almost wish i could say it mattered, because then if it did, what i though

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bury the account in a field of potatoes :P by Stjepan-Sejic, journal

bury the account in a field of potatoes :P

Nov 11, 2022

so as you may have noticed, i've planted some potatoes here as i didn't want to fully erase the long history of this account. why did i do this? deviantart's enthusiasm about and experimentation with ai generators is a hard pass for me. there are other reasons but this one kinda broke the camel's back what does that mean for sunstone? nothing really. it along other comics will be delivered regularly on my patreon with the queen and the woodborn and maybe even achilles shieldmaidens being made available via my webtoons account for now sunstone i will probably move to pixiv, twitter and tumblr all the relevant links added below patreon https://www.patreon.com/shiniebezial webtoon https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/the-queen-and-the-woodborn/list?title_no=502306 twitter https://twitter.com/stjepansejic tumblr pixiv https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/36412059 facebook https://www.facebook.com/stjepan.sejic/ instagram https://www.instagram.com/stjepansejic/ that's about it

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God-dess by littledeer, literature

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God-dess

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Deviant for 22 years
www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=little_deer
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Current Residence: the 'verse
Favourite genre of music: old/new/slow/fast/powerful/weak/ anything that i can feel
Favourite photographer: 5yearcheddar and stormclouds
Operating System: Caffeine IV
Shell of choice: My Chelle~
Wallpaper of choice: duckies and bunnies.. for little johnny
Skin of choice: tattoed + pierced
Favourite cartoon character: Schmendrick, Gorbash, and Dot
Personal Quote: there are no happy endings.. because nothing ever ends..

Favourite Visual Artist

Dr. Suess

Favourite Movies

Hedwig,MoulinRouge,ThePirateMovie,Nimh,

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Jonathan Coulton, DaVinci's Notebook, too many to list

Favourite Writers

Ladynyk, Ursulav, many many others...

Favourite Games

FFI-XII, xxxenophile, spyro, super mario

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS2

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yeah.. tools..

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multifaceted

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littledeer

Aug 3, 2016

It's been a while, and words still come, some about varied subject and some just perhaps updating what once was into what I might be now. I'm not sure, as always, but can't think of a reason I shouldn't express myself in any and all formats that make...

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littledeer

Jan 14, 2005

I've

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missed you of late...

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littledeer

Dec 2, 2004

random Haiku'ings

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insipid flowers colored pompadours of light vex my dark no more yet in thought i slip dwell in naught but time alone as dimensions drift fractured sight a view diamond reflections peer in heart pure repose

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5yearcheddar

Jun 27, 2012

I might have guessed you'd like that. Good to see you still wander through.

littledeer

Oct 18, 2012

I wander often and far, I guess I at least come back to my favorite spots now and then, even if I am away for a while.

Thank you.

I am sick as a dog.
But you just made me feel so good, for a moment.
Thank you.

littledeer

May 2, 2009

You are welcome! Hopefully the feeling good and well will come sooner rather then later.

Besides a sick you means less lovely pictures, and that is just wrong.

invictus-muse

Jan 7, 2009

visit my journal and catch up.

littledeer

Apr 20, 2009

No kidding, I can't believe how long I've been really out of it... sheesh
I missed this place, and the way it was, but then, it will be the way it is, and I just want to keep writing, not to forget that part as well.