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Ceteris Paribus
In an eon
You and I will greet the choate moon
Surrounded by her fairy dogs
warrior wolves and magnetic fox tails
who howl some foretelling tune
decoded only by the whistling winds
within my once listless room
I nip your Adam's apple by my Cupid's bow
we are a perfect art, a Sistine Michelangelo
We are stomata of the umpteen,
swimming in each other's dulcet drippings
of halved and pitted French tongues and ears
Let the years pass in this gentle deaf-muteness
where Ceteris Paribus
In this, Hallowed and His Seraphims know
how in the glow of one night tide
the firmament of all
folded into my limitless room
You and I part in sweet sorrow
the dolefulness of an epoch where
ravens kiss the sky in kismet unison
Obsidian feathers coax my onyx flesh
fingers pressed, heaving chest
we cool down just until the coming round
In a neon genesis
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lacunae of longing, loftiness of words
inked and reaching, this is my remembrall flesh
and if we were to never speak again
you'll find the rest of my bones in the graveyard eaten by a dream
         i hear knives in the wind and earth inside me
survival is a balancing act-
         a selection of extrasensory impulses
         a fracture in late august  
         a week of kisses
         sunday skeletons
         and i am crying out for time not yet lost
when stars collapse,
the sunshine shaking heart of the universe will burn with me
while looking for a silver lining in the sea
         on the edge of nowhere laughter speaks with death
         about maps not meant for following
when i think about you, i remember it all wrong
maybe you were just a hit and run
         strange how the mind fades o
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Haiku Triptych 2015
i. candles
your lifeline's the wick
passing through my waxen flesh-
scar me, melt me, start!
ii. wine
your juice, my sweet sin,
boils in my throat, ferments in
my gall; we age well.
iii. flowers
virgin gul-bahaar,
allow me your vespertine,
perennial kiss?
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tell me baby, what's your story?
                                         i love you to the moon
                                         and back again, babycakes
                                         were the words you tattooed
                                         on the inside of my eyelids
                                         and waking to see strands
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The aegis shielding heaven from earth gives way –
you float down like a feather, fleshly plucked
from the wings of a dove,
the sweetest curves and effervescent beauty
of your mouth remind me of home.
Darling love, the harmony of touch is
everlasting – whenever I
star gaze into your eyes, with wanderlust,
and the crust of this gentle mother
can no longer proclaim me.
Just as she could not have held you from the
moment He breathed life into your halcyon bones,
while caught between a ballad and a poem.
The warmth of winter
would align their hearts again,
two souls united together in twilight –
surely nirvana has always meant to define
the quietest moments spent with you where no
syllables need be uttered, no furtive signs.
A reunion, my beloved – to
simply feel the grace of your hands laced in mine,
as we reach the ultimate enlightenment in
the seraglio of each other's blinks, thumps,
and sighs – these are my treasures divine.
:iconsammur-amat:Sammur-amat 27 21
Pandora's Crack
I breathed in a little dose(s)
of caster sugar and cocoa dust
before I leaped
I dove in ear-deep
to castrate this soured identity
    "Who I am"
will no longer associate itself
with the
    "was" and      "had been"
The rust that ran through my shackle
could not wear my ankle bones
nor the wings tucked in between
I licked off my salt-covered wounds
-all that once burned me, cured you
This time
I will be my own
salve and salvation
This time I aim to am
swimming through
the moons of mighty Neptune
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Mature content
A Great Shag :iconsammur-amat:Sammur-amat 6 8
Forbidden Fruit Theory
I planted a fig tree
on the day of my departure
 simply to learn
by my return
its fruit I can only savor
 on the Sultan's carpet  
  that is your tongue
an indulgence I knew would
  Hasten my hopeless disease
:iconsammur-amat:Sammur-amat 13 15
A Prayer-bead Prayer
in my 
arms tonight,
precious hummingbird.
grenadined lips and kohl-rimmed eyes,
come now, come; drown down this caribbean sun with me.
disquieted rainfall worries 
-they pitter patter 
quite loudly;
you brush
my blushing
face with your feather
-weight touch, i become fresh tinder.
i sync our zealous breathing with your zinc penny pulse;
oh how i have fallen tender!
peeled raw, i now burn
:iconsammur-amat:Sammur-amat 34 23
pyaar ka
                                                      spread your fingers wide,     palms
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sacrosanct perversion
he is
my paragon of feverish intemperance
my casanova
my galatea
my blue-flamed boy nova
he is
the burning of my besotted wits-end and start
the reticence under the gape of endless stars
whose abdomen fell
prey to my scathing eyes and starving claws
whose mien asphyxiated
by my irrepressible thirst
to osculate
to navigate
past his past lovers and navel gait
how i pine
for the warmth of his gargantuan laughs
for the coolness of his gaze transfixed
on my lips
for this
for his
blue-fire fervor and inferno
dearest penned don
should she
scallop-shelled goddess
grant me my sip of the holy grail
i would become a polyglot existence
singing of her myrtle and doves
and my mirabile dictu love
on every known continent
blue-blaze transcendent
:iconsammur-amat:Sammur-amat 19 12
to nurse doe (whom we all know)
                  i watched her
                  blood orange heart
                  cleanse and suture
                  old bullet wounds and
                  new bouts of lilacs,
                  lime, and blue
                                                    her alcohol and aloe
                                                    hands hold
:iconsammur-amat:Sammur-amat 27 16
Pushing Poison
                                     My darling,
                          If I had to color you
                                   from the buzzing of your irises
                                            to your footprints in the sand
                               You would be deeper
                         than liquid gold
:iconsammur-amat:Sammur-amat 17 6
Kintsukuroi: A Rensaku
                                        In my rested palms
                                        and your shoulder-neck's hollow,
                                        in these expanses
                                           did we find koi no yokan
                                           in a rose gold reverie
                                        By your h
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                                   At afterglow I walk into
                                   cafes with momentarily golden glass  
                                   Tonight I scratch out a moon
                                   to brighten up this blackbird sky
                                   This evening I rummage for
:iconsammur-amat:Sammur-amat 23 26
(we're all) hopeless wanderers
           ..............She was nefelibata.....,,,,,,...............
   ,,,,,,,,,...........a dream cloud walker.....................,,,,,,,,,,,
    ,,,,,,,,,,,,....with precious crystalline wings,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,                  
          ...................potent enough.................... keep her feet.......................................
.....................a few inches above........................
:iconsammur-amat:Sammur-amat 19 21
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Auditor of the Ashes
"I am an incalculable rhythm of distinction."
Those words being uttered from the other side of the cubicle wall were not expected, but they could not be labeled as "unexpected" in my inventory of daily expectations.  "Is that so, Rod?"
"I am a paradigm of undiscovered configurations."
This second phrase fell on me as the first.  "Well, that may be true, but you know how much they love it when you talk to me over the cube wall like that.  I hope this audit project hasn't finally pushed you over the edge."
"I am a master of untamed neuropathic swings."
It was that statement, I see now in hindsight's tremendous focus, when I began to worry.  "Oh, you're the Jonas Salk of neuropathy now?  I thought you were an accountant?"
"I am the King of Spades, and I have an ace up my sleeve."
I heard his chair push back, the plastic wheels rolling across the plastic mat, and his Oxfords made a few taps on the mat until they transitioned to the carpet.  He was go
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Street Corner Drowning
I drowned her in her own regrets and moved her off my street corner. She didn't belong there, like that little turquoise car Matty once bought used.  Yeah, it ran great and had power windows.  But, it didn't fit. It was an eyesore on the curbed canvas of our street's patina.
That's what she was: an eyesore.  She never wore her feelings on her sleeve because they restricted her range of motion, she said.  And I wondered what she thought she wouldn't need stiff elbows for on this block.
When the dawn would break in such a fashion that light actually streamed, she should have glittered with the fine sheen of mistakes she'd made. But she was muted by the powders and makeup she used to deny herself that very sparkle.  She saw perfection in that facade, but on our street it was considered sin to never let the neighbors see your underwear on the washline or the late rent notice on your door.
She'd been around too long already for the liking of
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Rural Sunset by artsaus Rural Sunset :iconartsaus:artsaus 231 6
The Death of Venus
If there lived in the world a man
as rugged and as strong as I,
who could forbear with me yet go against,
who walked the black woods and the silver hills
mostly unafraid--
who savored salt and the lay of fur
with fingertips of dirt and weather,
whose lips rolled words like smoke, like fog-
I would creep into his arms in the prologue of the night,
gone sweet with the scent of new-cut hay,
alive with the nightjar's call.
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Here's something fun if you have time ^_^
Comment and I will:
1    Tell you something I learned about you by looking at your DA page.
2    Tell you a colour you remind me of.
3    Tell you Element I think you belong to.
4    Tell you what comic, manga/anime, or video game character you remind me of.
5    Ask you a question, and you must answer.
6    Tell you something I like about you.
7    Give you a nickname.
8    Tell you the object that is to the left of me.
9    Tell you what food/ flavour/smell you remind me of
10  Tell you to do one in your journal too
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Come What May
I like grass.
Simple statement, I know. I'm not usually one for keeping things simple, but when I'm here, and you might be, I feel speaking my mind is a little less cluttered.
It's not like anyone hears me, anyway; muttering away to myself under the trees, bathed in the scent of the new daffodils and the low thrum of the bees. You could call it cliché, but a summer for someone who rarely sees sunlight is a commodity as rare as love – almost just as cherished.
A summer with a sprinkle of love, however, is gold. We can eat that peppered steak on the crumbling bench, share a vanilla float in the dusk heat or count the different types of butterflies we find on a lonely backwoods trail that doesn't quite go anywhere but takes us where we want to go nonetheless.
It's always a type of home when I'm with you.
When I could be with you.
The lakes are like mirrors this far around – parents don't bring their children on walks this long and we only see people every ten minutes or so;
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Spring in Magdeburg 3 by Dreamnr9 Spring in Magdeburg 3 :icondreamnr9:Dreamnr9 31 8
He knew she liked the English lounge; it was quiet and she was rarely bothered by any other visitors. Students usually went to the library when they needed a quiet place to work and the professors tended to keep to their offices. The hunch proved him right – he found her staring a hole in the wall from her position on the old couch seating area. She had folded her knees up to her chest and crossed her arms over them with her chin resting on top. Her eyes flicked over to the doorway when he entered, but promptly moved back to staring at nothing as a barely audible sigh escaped her lips. He gently nudged the door mostly closed and walked over.
She made a noise of acknowledgement, but didn't actually respond. He sat next to her, folding one leg over his knee.
"Do you need something, Professor Bradley?"
"Just checking on you, love. You've been wound tight enough to snap all week." He spared a glance at the top of her head. "You're not going bite if I try to chat for a while,
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Mature content
How to Escape a Bad Blind Date :iconbetwixtthepages:betwixtthepages 7 16
I stand on weak faun knees
Strength emerges
And dwindles
I am the tide
Ebb and flow
I hold your memory
With love
:iconjujutsu:Jujutsu 7 3
Venice by francoclun Venice :iconfrancoclun:francoclun 731 238 I love Us by jkBunny I love Us :iconjkbunny:jkBunny 30 8
Translucent mosaic of sinewy wire silently rips apart the air
with its cigar shaped abdomen bobbing up and down.
Appendages curl, each flex reflecting hidden aggression,
while eyes, reflective discs, reflect no depth, no emotion.
Empty as its cruel grace, as it hovers across water
rendering silence through equal portions of fear and awe.
From the surface, tangerine rays sparkle iridescently
through willowy wings, yet lacks verve, lacks life.
Muted as it covertly snatches a diminutive fly by the wayside,
which is twitching, thrashing futilely within an iron basket.
In one fluid movement, animation ceases as does breath,
harking the return of silence; only a dreaded name remains:
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The Sculptor
Before he would have harvested a tree,
hacked off its limbs,
skinned it,
torn it from the earth,
shaved one by one its cells - its outer core,
until it was what he believed it was,
no more a tree.
Wiser, he walks deep in to the wood,
underneath a forest giant he stops,
looks up in to the leafy branches, sighs,
climbs and sheds his tears upon its boughs.
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Amazing displays of talent and artistry! I hope you get to show these works some love!:heart:


by Bark

Hello there, dear friend! :huggle: Allow me to begin my critique with my initial reaction after the first read, which was that I was highly im...

Reading the piece twice over, I have come to realize how much I truly appreciate your plot and pacing and if only one thing, I have a f...

So much has changed during my unexpected hiatus
(I got engaged then married then moved halfway across the globe)
and now that I'm back I cannot fathom being Sammur-amat again
as I can clearly tell how much her and I have outgrown each other

I hope, dear friends, to reconnect with you all as soon as possible
and so I pray it not be too much of a bother to watch my new account
Nour-Elaine I cannot wait to find out how you've all been as well as
witness all the brilliant ways your writings and paintings have developed

Once again, I hope to see you over in my new account :iconnour-elaine:
Love and endless squishy tight hugs,
Dee :iconaawplz: :iconbeatingheartplz:



Artist | Varied
Twenty Four.
Its always complicated.
Professional substitute grandmother and
Cookie Monster stunt double.

My greatest inspirations come from starry skies and shimmering seas. Nothing in my opinion is more beautiful to paint/write about than the seemingly endless. I fantasize about being an astronaut or a mermaid or better yet, an astronautical mermaid.

If I were to color myself, I'd do so in rose red and iris blue, then I'd spinkle glitter all over.

I am the pervert in the art store who's always copping a feel of the sample papers.

I believe that human souls:
1. are and will always be the most dumbfounded existences in this world and therefore,
2. are and will always be on this never-ending search to find themselves.

My heart's an antique that I can never leave home without as I've always worn it on my sleeve.

Chancing upon butterflies fluttering about on sunny days makes me happy beyond measure. Fireflies on cool nights work splendidly too.

The scent of roses, eucalyptus and cinnamon always reminds me of people, places and objects I hold dear.

Someone once told me that I smelled like a walk in the gardens after a drizzle. It is still one of the best (and original) compliments I have ever received.

My loved ones know me as a seriously ill, art-dependent bibliophile. I've been caught smoking paint and ink as if they always were my last joint. I also secretly have bottles and bottles of book wine hidden all over my home.

I have big, cat-shaped sleepy eyes that some people find fascinating.


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thesvetislav Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2017
Happy Birthday!
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Namco-NintendoFan-88 Featured By Owner Sep 5, 2016  Student Traditional Artist
HAPPY belated BIRTHDAY, Dee, a.k.a. "Sammur-amat," dear artist 'n literaturist gal! Hug
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Good luck 2 days ago, beautiful, and I hope you had a great birthday!
Also wishing you keep up the good work on all awesome art 'n literature writings; I love 'em! ;) (Wink) Heart
Thumbs Up Pringles Have your cake and eat it too Yummy pie!

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Nelson C.,
11:40 P.M.
Los Angeles, CA ;) (Wink)

Since I wouldn't have been able to do some birthday muro drawings, I got you three extra drawing copies, so...
Believe it or not, three birthday muro drawing copies I made, of birthday feet, chibi Haruhi Suzumiya, and Mikuru Asahina wishing you one, so, wishes 'n' luck!
Click on them:………
thesvetislav Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2016
Happy Birthday!
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Namco-NintendoFan-88 Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2015  Student Traditional Artist
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Dee, a.k.a. "Sammur-amat," dear artist 'n literaturist gal! :hug:
Singing Singing Singing Singing Dance! Dance! Boogie! Boogie! Party Airborne

Good luck, and I hope you'll have a great birthday today!
Also wishing you keep up the good work on all awesome literature writings; I love 'em! ;) (Wink) Heart
Thumbs Up Pringles Have your cake and eat it too Yummy pie!

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Nelson C.,
3:50 P.M.
Los Angeles, CA ;) (Wink)

Since I wouldn't have been able to do some birthday muro drawings, I got two extra drawing copies, so...
Believe it or not, two birthday muro drawing copies I made, of chibi Haruhi Suzumiya and Mikuru Asahina wishing you one, so, wishes 'n' luck!
Click on them:……
LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday, darling girl. Missing you terribly.

I do hope your day is beautiful :heart:
byzho Featured By Owner Sep 3, 2015  Professional General Artist
Happy Birthday! Have your cake and eat it too
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Happy birthday! :D
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