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I long for winter by rowenabrennavart, literature

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I long for winter

I long for winter I ask for this rawness To be buried beneath layers of snow The crackling leaves under my boots Can't sing to my soul anymore No joy comes from the colors and flowers Or the too-hot rays of sun The perfect blue sky Is just mocking my blues Maybe Cold and numb I will not be this sore The disconnect can then be blamed On the winter wonderland Blinking lights and sharp wind That brings tears to my eyes Tears that are at last free To be carried with a song.

The scientist by rowenabrennavart, literature

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The scientist

Skipping, like a little girl, my thoughts going around naked Would I be then invited into a bright clear room Padded walls and soothing voices? Broken, I walk but the steps are cracked and I feel the ground falling deeper each time I breathe My will, a cockroach stepped over and again, refusing to die but living in the darkest corners. Being brave, so overrated In a world like this my personality is outdated Vintage Invalid Deficient A mind in wheelchairs. Failing to compete and racing against shadows… The wind, one with a foul taste. Such a rotten polished castle, black marble Pressure to make pretty sparkles, illus

Cut through bone by rowenabrennavart, literature

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Cut through bone

You, who rode the arms of the flesh-eater death, Who stroke the hairs of slobbering beasts that wandering at night are terror, Just you can judge my sorrow. Those of green grasses, summer smells and candy-painted flowers, What do they know of the clawing of your own skin to escape, of plucking eyes that are your own, of wanting to run from a reality that devours it all? What songs do their birds sing, while our black-feathered companions do nothing but laugh at our pathetic selves, shadows of beings trying to get out, out and away? Ah, for a breeze to bring blue saltiness, Sun kissed, instead of hissing sulfur-rich mist! Why do they stare at

Words by rowenabrennavart, literature

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Words

I wrote you words, words to be your lullaby Not to make you sleep, but to stop you, should you cry. These blacks and whites will tell you all, if you just read and smile So bear with them, and with me, for a little while. If you are too far away (and if you are, please don't stay!) Or if you forgot why you are with me at all (you hold my heart, don't let it fall…) Or if I just did something terrible wrong (my mistake, I'll admit it, whatever the poison, I'll quit it!!) I tell you these words, every day, every morning, every night Like a prayer they are to me, keeping you near, ho

My everything by rowenabrennavart, literature

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My everything

Each day I remind you of how wonderful you are, and every time I see the reflection of my heart answering me from your sea-blue eyes that shine like the brightest star. You have the most beautiful soul I have ever seen. You, who shield me from thunder when I am not strong enough to feel brave Who saw me cry, fail and win The one that knows how deep is the cave Holding fears, drama and the craze Inside thin walls of built reality. (Nightmares keeping you awake?) You, the one who can see What is inside the real me, Who with warm arms and a fast beating heart Makes the best stronghold I know Where I find a peaceful ocean With no w

Nightmares by rowenabrennavart, literature

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Nightmares

Awake from my land of absurd horrors, With a jumpy whisk I define them false, For otherwise I'd leave my eyes unopened, Dark confort a better company Than the possible reality Of what I see in the land of dreams. I am not alone. You mumble in your sleep, Lovingly moving towards me. My selfless knight. I feel your arms, Making a warm cocoon where all is alright. Later, there is the smell of coffee while people on TV tell me about what is important everywhere. I feel like an old egoist soul. Seeds from my nightmares Shadow my every step. I try to walk softly, then, So as not to stirr their muddy voices. They preach anyway, wi

Painted secrets by rowenabrennavart, literature

Expired summertime by rowenabrennavart, literature

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Expired summertime

I sit here knowing that Life will not be (never was) the same. Movement, a wave bouquet, comes rushing to wash things away. (Days pass by like boats hurrying down the drain, in my mind) Memories are fog, without warning, barely touching skin... one forgotten morning that needs to re-learn how to breathe. (And you pump air into me, with green-yellow imagined tenderness, like perfectly poured wine) I let words fall down leafs already preparing for another season, organizing the tree line. Yet you shine among blue misteri

Moment of weakness by rowenabrennavart, literature

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Moment of weakness

I can feel it Thunder loud in my ears Making the heart forget it's beat A train that is not there and runs me over Wave of anxiety in it's peak Like words spoken too fast inside my head Snake voice, overly sweet "It will be ok, it will be ok, you will be fine" So many unwanted fears I this life really mine? I can see it The warm Sun outside The happiness in your eyes The love I feel for you Solid real, and I do realize I should stop Listening to the voice, To the Voices in my mind. But as my heart races And fingers dig in my skin (had to cut my fingernails again) I cannot stop breaking Over not being good enough Not sma

Soldier by rowenabrennavart, literature

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Soldier

And there was a crimson tear surrounded by fire He carried in the seed of his soul All the time he jumped higher That was the flame he aimed to control. His story was not the tale Others spread in his name Pain-filled, thorn He did not search for fame Just to run from the dark From where this new he was born. Gardener of sunlit fields, once, With fresh water clear of blood Laughter of happy naked feet running Loved ones now in white pure cloth He cries to the stars each night Their names, prayers like silent moths.

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Black Lives Matter by GeneratingHype, journal

Black Lives Matter

Jun 3, 2020

I am posting this here, because I know Bill would want me to. True, it's been a decade since he's died, but I still know his heart. We owe this post to every incredible student who allowed us the privilege of being their teacher. Silence is complicity, and education is an active voice. I've seen a lot of well-meaning white and non-Black people preaching truths a breath too early, calling light to their experiences in hate and struggle, begging for peace, supporting the "good" among the "bad apples" and decrying financial and structural loss. To them, I must say: Please, do, check your privilege. Privilege is a difficult term because it's supposed to be spoken in the context of empathy but, instead, its connotations lead us toward defense of the personal experience. Privilege, in this context, has NEVER meant that a person has not faced anti-privilege in another; it simply means that there are social constructs in place that permit a particular group--in this case "White People"--to

About rowenabrennavart

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Artist // Hobbyist // Photography

Sep 4
Germany
Deviant for 17 years
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I have a cat, a husband and triplets. I like old music and I love cooking for the people in my life. Welcome.

Favourite TV Shows

Firefly, Altered Carbon, Farscape, The Expanse

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

old school and jazzy

Favourite Books

Science Fiction and Fantasy

Favourite Writers

Jim Butcher, Brandon Sanderson, Patrick Rothfuss...

Favourite Games

Skyrim, Morrowind, Borderlands, Oblivion, Fallout 4, ESO

Favourite Gaming Platform

my Pc

Tools of the Trade

my phone,pencil, crayons, watercolor, the GIMP, Inkscape, Artweaver...

Other Interests

oceanography,marine biology,marine microbiology, watercolours, fantasy and sci-fi stuff...

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rowenabrennavart

Dec 27, 2010

Of crazy and silly amazing friends

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I HAVE A PREMIUM MEMBERSHIP!!!!!!!!! :party: My dear friend ~marrokina (https://www.deviantart.com/marrokina) got me one has a Xmas gift!! How cool's that?! Yay! :D So! What have I been up to? Let's see...still taking random pics with my phones, still writing poem-like things...still with my PhD in Germany...life's good :) Happy Winter to you all!!!

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rowenabrennavart

Apr 25, 2010

Updates...kind of

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Hello there! Yes, I know...I really need to upload more!! ^^; Spring is finally showing, so I have no more excuses. I'll try my best to get my phone around and make some shots :) There may also be more poems coming, run for your lives!!! :XD: I feel like writing lately, but...I'm a bit scared of what will come out. Too many things to admit to myself, these days. Yeah, I know, I should be less of a sissy :P Ah, well. I think things will be ok :) Life's been good, stressed about labwork and thinking way too much, as usual :lol: As for the rest...I fought demons, modified some shields, inoculated bacteria and went to Ikea...not bad for a weeken

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rowenabrennavart

Mar 11, 2010

Bill.

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Yes. I finally had the heart to put this here. I've known it for...a while now. It was really sad, after being away from dA for some time..going to `GeneratingHype (https://www.deviantart.com/generatinghype) and reading his sister's journal. Ah, Bill. It was an honor. I..can't really say anything more. See you, great deviant. :heart: