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Blind

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Blind

Her heart is glass, you can see through it to the other side, you can see all her sadness, her reasons for crying tears like diamonds. You can see why she is quiet, why she claws her skin, why she screams at night, in the thick darkness. You can feel her heart shattering in your hands, cutting your palms as you look the other way.
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For grandma, who never gave up

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For grandma, who never gave up

I grew up with knowing the ghosts that haunted you, that floated silently down the halls with you, holding your hand, sometimes, whispering into your ears. We did not discuss it, You didn’t have to. My father told me stories, the stories you once told him. I remember wondering, how,how did you never give up, in god, in faith, how did it not crumble through your hands? How did you still smile, laugh, the sunshine caressing your skin, that still glowed even after THEY tried to burn it out of you? Your eyes were still strong, your soul spunky, full of life, even from watching all the death. Even after losing pieces of your heart. I nev
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Haunted

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Haunted

       In dreams she is Hauntingly fantastic, flying    Through thick clouds. Sun bathing on Winking stars.         In life, she sleeps.
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Yesterday.

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Yesterday.

You used to show me your skeleton, the secrets inside of you, your marrow. You run, you shut your eyes, now. You shut your eyes at the color of the flowers, the leaves, everything is orange. I am gathering acorns. I am wearing your mask.
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Queen Bee

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Queen Bee

Even in my dreams, dear, I am sick of your ghost. You haunt me when my eyes close, amidst the candy cane trees my mind makes up; You stroll along the sea grass          laughing, like a hyena. You grab my hand And I have to remind myself: this is only a dream, a dream! I scream, I scream. Your laughter is thick as honey now. I can hear the bees. They swarm, and I think suddenly that I can feel pain in dreams, can you? You are silent, I am under the buzzing wings, floating Away from you. Your ghost is farther away than ever, now. Sometimes I wake: a bee stuck in my throat.   
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Scapegoat

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Scapegoat

When the weather turned stormy and bruised, you blamed it on Greek Gods, and twisted it around to myself. I would pick at the scratches on my arms, as you picked at my emotional insides; they felt coiled together, in knots. Honestly, I never understood why you did all of this to me, you were so thoughtless, looking at the sky, telling them you were a Goddess. I tried, tried to learn to strum my guitar. You told me I could never learn, I was stupid, I was not made for music. You soiled me in more ways than one. You were not made for companionship.
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Everyday Ghosts

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Everyday Ghosts

1. She hid her white Mohawk under a purple umbrella she used to block out the sun. She slid into a bus seat and pressed her blood red colored lips together. She was alive, that was all she could ask for at that moment. 2. The spiders were starting a family on the ceiling, in the corner. The paint was starting to peel. She moved in, anyway. She locked up the thoughts of you in a small safe and hid it under the bed. She would not cry. Her eyes were bloodshot & empty. 3. Three wishes, and that couldn't even start to help. Three stars in the sky. Three scars on her thigh, and five reasons why she should move away Away fro
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The Empress

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The Empress

I believe in Gravity, but not in you. * I have seen the way you let lies float from your throat, out of your empty mouth. I have seen The way your eyes flash, like a storm in August. I have seen you take my trust in your hands and suffocate it, like a baby kitten.
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Meeting The Devil

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Meeting The Devil

In the sweat smoke filled night club the music pulsates through my veins and becomes my heartbeat, a clock ticking inside of me, but stronger, louder: A thumpathumpathumpa. I feel like a hummingbird. I want to fly. I see a boy with a tattoo of the word morbid across his bare left breast. He is shirtless and covered in sweat that gleams like fresh water pearls. He is shouting vulgar things at a girl with a pink Mohawk who flips him off, her laughter like a rabid hyena. I turn away, past the guy with the  studded collar and the cigarette hanging from his mouth. He grabs my wrist suddenly. I am taken off guard. I try to lurch free of him, I ha

Whispers

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Whispers

And ( shhh ) I believe that if you are very quiet and still and still believing in stars That you will hear an empty memory, a soft song far away from the sea.
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Blind

B

Blind

Her heart is glass, you can see through it to the other side, you can see all her sadness, her reasons for crying tears like diamonds. You can see why she is quiet, why she claws her skin, why she screams at night, in the thick darkness. You can feel her heart shattering in your hands, cutting your palms as you look the other way.
1Comments

For grandma, who never gave up

F

For grandma, who never gave up

I grew up with knowing the ghosts that haunted you, that floated silently down the halls with you, holding your hand, sometimes, whispering into your ears. We did not discuss it, You didn’t have to. My father told me stories, the stories you once told him. I remember wondering, how,how did you never give up, in god, in faith, how did it not crumble through your hands? How did you still smile, laugh, the sunshine caressing your skin, that still glowed even after THEY tried to burn it out of you? Your eyes were still strong, your soul spunky, full of life, even from watching all the death. Even after losing pieces of your heart. I nev
0Comments

Haunted

H

Haunted

       In dreams she is Hauntingly fantastic, flying    Through thick clouds. Sun bathing on Winking stars.         In life, she sleeps.
9Comments

Yesterday.

Y

Yesterday.

You used to show me your skeleton, the secrets inside of you, your marrow. You run, you shut your eyes, now. You shut your eyes at the color of the flowers, the leaves, everything is orange. I am gathering acorns. I am wearing your mask.
37Comments

Queen Bee

Q

Queen Bee

Even in my dreams, dear, I am sick of your ghost. You haunt me when my eyes close, amidst the candy cane trees my mind makes up; You stroll along the sea grass          laughing, like a hyena. You grab my hand And I have to remind myself: this is only a dream, a dream! I scream, I scream. Your laughter is thick as honey now. I can hear the bees. They swarm, and I think suddenly that I can feel pain in dreams, can you? You are silent, I am under the buzzing wings, floating Away from you. Your ghost is farther away than ever, now. Sometimes I wake: a bee stuck in my throat.   
14Comments

Scapegoat

S

Scapegoat

When the weather turned stormy and bruised, you blamed it on Greek Gods, and twisted it around to myself. I would pick at the scratches on my arms, as you picked at my emotional insides; they felt coiled together, in knots. Honestly, I never understood why you did all of this to me, you were so thoughtless, looking at the sky, telling them you were a Goddess. I tried, tried to learn to strum my guitar. You told me I could never learn, I was stupid, I was not made for music. You soiled me in more ways than one. You were not made for companionship.
9Comments

Everyday Ghosts

E

Everyday Ghosts

1. She hid her white Mohawk under a purple umbrella she used to block out the sun. She slid into a bus seat and pressed her blood red colored lips together. She was alive, that was all she could ask for at that moment. 2. The spiders were starting a family on the ceiling, in the corner. The paint was starting to peel. She moved in, anyway. She locked up the thoughts of you in a small safe and hid it under the bed. She would not cry. Her eyes were bloodshot & empty. 3. Three wishes, and that couldn't even start to help. Three stars in the sky. Three scars on her thigh, and five reasons why she should move away Away fro
22Comments

The Empress

T

The Empress

I believe in Gravity, but not in you. * I have seen the way you let lies float from your throat, out of your empty mouth. I have seen The way your eyes flash, like a storm in August. I have seen you take my trust in your hands and suffocate it, like a baby kitten.
15Comments

Meeting The Devil

M

Meeting The Devil

In the sweat smoke filled night club the music pulsates through my veins and becomes my heartbeat, a clock ticking inside of me, but stronger, louder: A thumpathumpathumpa. I feel like a hummingbird. I want to fly. I see a boy with a tattoo of the word morbid across his bare left breast. He is shirtless and covered in sweat that gleams like fresh water pearls. He is shouting vulgar things at a girl with a pink Mohawk who flips him off, her laughter like a rabid hyena. I turn away, past the guy with the  studded collar and the cigarette hanging from his mouth. He grabs my wrist suddenly. I am taken off guard. I try to lurch free of him, I ha

Whispers

W

Whispers

And ( shhh ) I believe that if you are very quiet and still and still believing in stars That you will hear an empty memory, a soft song far away from the sea.
16Comments

Spotlight

July 1972

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature
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  • Deviant for 14 years
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My Bio
I am floating on a cloud ; I sometimes fly too far away and have to be reminded to come back down again.

I use writing to express myself and help me find out who I am. I use it as an escape, I use it to let myself feel again.

Favourite Visual Artist
Odessa Sawyer | Andy Warhol | Dali | Brian Froud
Favourite Movies
amelie | the princess bride | benny & joon | alice in wonderland
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
CocoRosie | regina spektor | danny elfman | system of a down
Favourite Books
Oryx & crake | The handmaids tale | Wicked | Alice in wonderland & through the looking glass | A series of unfortunate events
Favourite Writers
kim addonizio | lewis carroll | alice hoffman | margaret atwood | Francesca Lia Block | lemony snicket
Favourite Games
sonic | original mario bros | pacman
Tools of the Trade
words | imagination | pain | love
Other Interests
dreams | writing | reading | children's literature | photography | art

hello, November

hello, November

I am attempting Nanowrimo. Anyone else? I have not gotten very far yet, but at least I am writing. This is a start. It has been too long. My life is busy, but I find I feel somewhat empty when I do not create something. It is cold. I think it is tea time.
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inspire me?

inspire me?

Give me a list of words and I will create something from it. ____ + & who are artists / writers that inspire you?

Devious Journal Entry

Devious Journal Entry

wow. It's been ages. Upon ages. A ton of things have been going on. I swear someday I will post something again..
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RasmethHobbyist General Artist
Thanks you for your fave <3
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Thank you so much!
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You're welcome, dearheart. :heart:
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Thank you so much for the favourite!
ohfeverHobbyist Writer
you are most most welcome. :)