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Soul Mist
Whenever the sun slips through the leaves and pours its gold on the ground, there my seedling heart will take root and slowly begin to sprout. Whenever zephyrs race o’er hills to tousle the green-heavy boughs, my soul will take a small reprieve while the sun sinks through the clouds. Whenever the sky tears open its heart and sheds its blood on the land, I'll take my little seedling heart and cup it in reverent hands. Whenever the moon creeps into the sky and glows against freckles of night, there my dreams fly freely, experiencing celestial flight. Whenever the mountains challenge the sky and scratch at the belly of heaven, there will
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Brain on a Chain
Brain in a chain, a passive, useless slave giving way to the wages they tell me that I need. Brain in a chain, sifting through the grains of my life, lived in rage, in this dead democracy. Brain in a chain, burning with the pain of a people enslaved without solidarity. Medulla, medulla, oblongata. If all we are is angry and yet all we do is crawl, how can we be ready when the world begins to fall? If all we do is plug in, if all we do is drone, we'll lie in the middle of what used to be our home. Medulla, medulla, oblongata. Brains in chains, living on stale praise, disregarding change and falling back to sleep.
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The Pleading Heart
There's something about home I seem to love and hate Can't wait to get out but I can't seem to escape And all I seem to do is circle 'round the same old drain I gotta world of hurt, can you dull it with cocaine? Nope, I tried it out, hurt me more than you can know Til I found my skeleton at the bottom of the bowl Now it's dancin' all around, n' scarin' kids at night Scarin' mom and dad with its monstrous appetite Where's my skin run off to? Why is it so thin now? Everything you say just needles its way in now There's so much love inside, Can't seem to get it out, And you won't hold my hand While I figure this shit out Can't hold a rolling s
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S-S-Spiders
Silver spider spinning subtle, springy webs stretched straight from cedar to cedar, silently suspended.
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The Woodland King
Crown of laurel on his head, onward home pranced the stag. His golden hooves and gilded horns and braided tail did wag. He focused not on his wounds, those open, fresh-faced sores and continued ever onward ho, passed deer and bear and boar. Bear lifted his great head, wary of the blood, but let stag pace with a woodland salute and a slow, reverent nod. Ruby rivers ran stag's flank, clotting in his fur, instead of white he now shone pink but still retained grandeur. The battle was over, the life had been spent and to the victor went the spoils - a long walk home to the heart of the forest; he rests, another foe foiled.
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The Heron and the Moth
Heron waded up to his knees in search of fish his belly to please when along came a little moth who  fluttered and flitted, interrupting his thoughts. "Hello?" said Heron, lifting his beak, figuring she was too tiny to speak. But she landed on his bill and in a voice far from shrill, said "Hello, skinny one, my name is Moth, and I dance all night for the moon!" Heron looked skeptical at the wee she-moth and shook his head at her tale. "Miss Moth, it is day, the sun is up high and there is no moon in the sky. Are you sure you're a moth? I mean, its just a thought but could you be instead a butterfly?" Moth simply
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You are the Lightning
There's no excuse for this, no good reason or rhyme for the gem of doubt crystalizing within my heart. I planted it long ago in the fertile soil of a cardiac crevice and buried it, not knowing that you're only supposed to store treasures there. It grew despite the darkness, feeding in quiet repose on the subtle pains and fears, expanding into insecurities, billowing into storm clouds of doubt and mistrust while I wonder where the root of it all began and how deep the fingers reach. At last, a blossom sprouted, jagged and sharp in an onyx burst of bottomless guile, fracturing the light into fragments, the botanical sep
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Pet
In the deep, dark silence, suspended on strings of silk, I am cradled by cold hands. Hanging like meat to be bled, I glide slowly through the damp air as a spider's plaything. In the deep, dark negligence of my blind bower, a master keeps me chained by fleeting, surprising touches that do nothing but remind me of my captivity. She is cruel mistress, this arachnid who can see me from all angles whilst I fumble in the dark, wishing to know her better, to feel more than her teasing caress and to breathe something fresh, something clean, something that didn't die in this cold, wet hole. Choking, I am choking and the threads
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Lovesick
Get out of here you pest, you wee invader, you pathogen! What do you think you're doing anyway? Diseasing me, poisoning my immunity? Making me susceptible to your charms? Well the jokes on you. I am nothing but a trickster who spins webs to keep from being truly exposed, hiding right in front of you... But oh, you've pulled open a trap door, thanks a lot! How do you like me now that you've seen? How can I trust you now that you've slimed your way beyond the gate? Beyond the most basic of obstacles routinely placed to keep filth like you out? Out, out, out damned spot! There is no home for you here, no room to share, no
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Sadly, Goodbye
A leaf falling slowly through autumn bitten wind, suspended for an instant before sending ripples to the edge of a murky puddle. Wet garbage. A feather tumbling at random along a current of wind, pulled and pushed along by zephyrs until caught at last in a spider's wide web. Carnivore's breakfast. Spinning seashell spat upon the shore after a tumultuous ride along the waves, churned and spurned by the selective sea until at long last it is heaved onto the sand to rest and be buried. Forgotten treasure. Small, tapered fingers grasping at a hand that pulls slowly away, skin sliding free as the sunlight crowns a man, haloin
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Lovesick
Get out of here you pest, you wee invader, you pathogen! What do you think you're doing anyway? Diseasing me, poisoning my immunity? Making me susceptible to your charms? Well the jokes on you. I am nothing but a trickster who spins webs to keep from being truly exposed, hiding right in front of you... But oh, you've pulled open a trap door, thanks a lot! How do you like me now that you've seen? How can I trust you now that you've slimed your way beyond the gate? Beyond the most basic of obstacles routinely placed to keep filth like you out? Out, out, out damned spot! There is no home for you here, no room to share, no
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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature
  • June 12
  • United States
  • Deviant for 11 years
  • She / Her
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Friend is a Four Letter Word
I imagine this is something akin to watching yourself have a stroke, your helpless, clumsy body trying to stagger back and forth between two polar influences of reason and madness, of logic and emotion until your brain finally waves that final, white flag and succumbs to the evils it created just to cover that 1%.
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Home
I can't tell if every time I'm home I feel nostalgic, or that winter is really the time for reflection and I always come home for the holidays. Either way.
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Whirlwind
As soon as I got to the ranch, it seems I left it. Less than three months and yet that place was my home, a place my soul felt at peace. -Donkeys -Goats -Dog -Rio Grande -Daily Hiking -Privacy All gone to me now. Of course, I'm all right. But I'm still kinda pissed off and disappointed. Now I'm at my cousin's wife's house, getting fat and ugly while my soul is champing at the bit for some solitude and some fucking REAL OUTDOORS. Pavement. Hightop. Freeway. Grocery store. Population. Ugh. There was an urban garden out here that I wanted to work with and I gave them my SIX fucking references. What happened? Nothing. Not a damn thing.
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VolteniaStudent Interface Designer
MIKKIPOO!! Thank you for the fave! :heart: :hug:
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thanks for faving my orc! :)
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Hello! Thank you for faving "Halloween House" :)
thanks for the fav! : D