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My head above water

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My head above water

footprints in a parking lot caffeine highs and marijuana lows He took residence in that lonely spot sometimes I guess that's just how it goes I left my heart on my bedside now he's where hope resides with each slow step he seems to guide me out of the dark and into his eyes watch he keeps my head above water watch he keeps my head above water In these waves I keep my thoughts, my dreams, my heart asleep I need to believe that something extraordinary is possible logic finds no other ways to make me responsible when my calculations all answer to you watch he keeps my head above water watch he keeps my head above water he keeps my

2+2

2+2

So this is how we meet A couple of kids flying high on dreams sweaty brows, life's complete Maybe one day I'll be something to you Who would've guessed how would simple it all would be when 2+2 becomes just me We grew old in the sunshine hold hands to keep from pain they say life's all your design but without you, it's just not the same Who would've guessed how would simple it all would be when 2+2 becomes just me now my memories are all bittersweet the only way I see you is through the screen, incomplete I guess loving me was something you outgrew Who would've guessed how would simple it all would be when 2+2 becomes just me

Valentines Day

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Valentines Day

February 14th, Valentine's day. Chocolates and roses, all reasons to feel gay. Then one box two box becomes one shot two shots. Children are screaming bodies are bleeding how could we let it happen this way? 14-18 years of age have lost 17 friends on this day. Teachers, students, parents, sisters, brothers, husbands... When did we allow this to happen? Now their names live on while their hearts no longer beat. Everything about this feels wrong but the NRA keeps singing the same old song. When will they wise us when all of Gen Z is rising up? So many voices silenced over the years too many lies allowed to live when we allow our ch

Ink

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Ink

  Chapter 1 I was ten years old when I saw the words for the first time.  Sure, they had always been on my wrist, but they never seemed to be important. We never talked about them at home, never mentioned them in school, and lord forbid you think to look it up.  They just... were. That's how it always was and how it would always be.    Until I turned sixteen.    Sixteen was burning candles on a black cherry cake with my parents lost in the flash of the camera.  It was rain on my skin as I skipped class to go to the library and the imprint of the detention chair on my legs for the rest of the month.  Sixteen was freedom and finding myself

One last time

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One last time

Should this be the last time I see your face, Let's just see What might come of one last night. No need to fear whats unknown, no hidden secrets left, the ship has sail'd, the plane flown. If this should be our last night, let me savor what might come of one last time. Don't tell me you feel nothing, Don't tell me what we had was just my imagination? If this should be our last night, let me savor what might come of one last time. I don't want to see the stars, the light has become my enemy in my unrelenting fight to hold you one hour, minute, second...                                                                          

Obscurity and Illumination

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Obscurity and Illumination

It was quiet when they woke up for the first time.  Not the relaxing sort of quiet interjected with bird song and cars driving past; but still, deathly quiet seeming to hold it's breath for what would happen next.  In the thick silence, they swung one foot over the side of their bed and stepped onto the cold floor illuminated with watery dawn light.  The rustling of the covers moving seemed to ripple through the room unbeknownst to they as they moved through the room- so familiar and yet so alien to them.  As they shuffled over to the adjacent bathroom, their eye was caught by a small framed picture face down on the wooden floors.  Bending, t

America

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America

Ring around the rosy, pockets full of junk made holy, ashes ashes, Our future's crumbling

Solo las Sombras

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Solo las Sombras

Whatever may happen, my love the shadows will only be shadows. The monsters who gnash at you in the cloying darkness will always and only be your imagination. Hush, my child of light, the darkness holds no lies for you nor can it harm those who dream in the colors of the rain. What you hide from, scream from, cry from, is just the murky waters of that which you have yet to know. The growls you hear, are just the house singing you to sleep, after a day that burned them with your dreams. You begin to become accustomed to the gossamer that caresses your unconscious body with burning eyes. Fear not my child, the world will never f

Shells

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Shells

What have I become, but a spirit of my words? The texts that will outlive me scattered about the skies as cinders of burned ideas that will never be written When I was ten I learned to hide myself in a glass jar in my window frame- no one knows anything when they're young. We were forgotten locker combinations on dusty desks waiting for the day we could speak without needing to raise our fists against the government. So everyone wants to be an anarchist when they're a child Yet I've seen so few reach their true potential without being poisoned by the truth. Perhaps the world will never be saved without a second coming to weed out the
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My head above water

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My head above water

footprints in a parking lot caffeine highs and marijuana lows He took residence in that lonely spot sometimes I guess that's just how it goes I left my heart on my bedside now he's where hope resides with each slow step he seems to guide me out of the dark and into his eyes watch he keeps my head above water watch he keeps my head above water In these waves I keep my thoughts, my dreams, my heart asleep I need to believe that something extraordinary is possible logic finds no other ways to make me responsible when my calculations all answer to you watch he keeps my head above water watch he keeps my head above water he keeps my

2+2

2+2

So this is how we meet A couple of kids flying high on dreams sweaty brows, life's complete Maybe one day I'll be something to you Who would've guessed how would simple it all would be when 2+2 becomes just me We grew old in the sunshine hold hands to keep from pain they say life's all your design but without you, it's just not the same Who would've guessed how would simple it all would be when 2+2 becomes just me now my memories are all bittersweet the only way I see you is through the screen, incomplete I guess loving me was something you outgrew Who would've guessed how would simple it all would be when 2+2 becomes just me

Valentines Day

V

Valentines Day

February 14th, Valentine's day. Chocolates and roses, all reasons to feel gay. Then one box two box becomes one shot two shots. Children are screaming bodies are bleeding how could we let it happen this way? 14-18 years of age have lost 17 friends on this day. Teachers, students, parents, sisters, brothers, husbands... When did we allow this to happen? Now their names live on while their hearts no longer beat. Everything about this feels wrong but the NRA keeps singing the same old song. When will they wise us when all of Gen Z is rising up? So many voices silenced over the years too many lies allowed to live when we allow our ch

Ink

I

Ink

  Chapter 1 I was ten years old when I saw the words for the first time.  Sure, they had always been on my wrist, but they never seemed to be important. We never talked about them at home, never mentioned them in school, and lord forbid you think to look it up.  They just... were. That's how it always was and how it would always be.    Until I turned sixteen.    Sixteen was burning candles on a black cherry cake with my parents lost in the flash of the camera.  It was rain on my skin as I skipped class to go to the library and the imprint of the detention chair on my legs for the rest of the month.  Sixteen was freedom and finding myself

One last time

O

One last time

Should this be the last time I see your face, Let's just see What might come of one last night. No need to fear whats unknown, no hidden secrets left, the ship has sail'd, the plane flown. If this should be our last night, let me savor what might come of one last time. Don't tell me you feel nothing, Don't tell me what we had was just my imagination? If this should be our last night, let me savor what might come of one last time. I don't want to see the stars, the light has become my enemy in my unrelenting fight to hold you one hour, minute, second...                                                                          

Obscurity and Illumination

O

Obscurity and Illumination

It was quiet when they woke up for the first time.  Not the relaxing sort of quiet interjected with bird song and cars driving past; but still, deathly quiet seeming to hold it's breath for what would happen next.  In the thick silence, they swung one foot over the side of their bed and stepped onto the cold floor illuminated with watery dawn light.  The rustling of the covers moving seemed to ripple through the room unbeknownst to they as they moved through the room- so familiar and yet so alien to them.  As they shuffled over to the adjacent bathroom, their eye was caught by a small framed picture face down on the wooden floors.  Bending, t

America

A

America

Ring around the rosy, pockets full of junk made holy, ashes ashes, Our future's crumbling

Solo las Sombras

S

Solo las Sombras

Whatever may happen, my love the shadows will only be shadows. The monsters who gnash at you in the cloying darkness will always and only be your imagination. Hush, my child of light, the darkness holds no lies for you nor can it harm those who dream in the colors of the rain. What you hide from, scream from, cry from, is just the murky waters of that which you have yet to know. The growls you hear, are just the house singing you to sleep, after a day that burned them with your dreams. You begin to become accustomed to the gossamer that caresses your unconscious body with burning eyes. Fear not my child, the world will never f

Shells

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Shells

What have I become, but a spirit of my words? The texts that will outlive me scattered about the skies as cinders of burned ideas that will never be written When I was ten I learned to hide myself in a glass jar in my window frame- no one knows anything when they're young. We were forgotten locker combinations on dusty desks waiting for the day we could speak without needing to raise our fists against the government. So everyone wants to be an anarchist when they're a child Yet I've seen so few reach their true potential without being poisoned by the truth. Perhaps the world will never be saved without a second coming to weed out the

paramour.

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paramour.

You came the same summer a flock of parakeets arrived in the park outside my windows. I remember it still, you sat on the windowsill as they flashed amongst the branches, paint-strokes of emerald dashed against a backdrop of greenery, the vapours from your tea curling like incense around you, a devotional image in repose. They mirrored you somehow. When you laughed, their songs would whistle underneath the breeze, slipping through the open windows with a trill. When you slept, they would nest in the boughs of century-old oaks, wings tucked into their sides as closely as your arms to yours. They were yours, the parakeets and their songs, thei

Youthful Memories

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Youthful Memories

Youthful Memories oh those times of youth, young adulthood yet an adventure working jobs for cheap wages, running all night, every night to the magical lure found in the eyes of a young lady, so fair wanting and wishing for that special something to come along just past the mid-night hour,  while motor sounds faded away into a pitch black night full of cars and bikes, wild revelry loud as I once rode along those old dead streets, where at, come time a little fellow would come along just to roll up the damn sidewalks letting us know, one and all, that the night life was only temporary and we would have to walk those streets of daylig

to the end of the earth

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to the end of the earth

if you should die before the right time i would hope the world would stop spinning and start crumbling away until gravity was nonexistent and i would run to the edge until my feet lifted off the ground and i was united with you once more

here's to

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here's to

here's to the young lovers who try to prove to those who say that you won't last past a couple months that you can combat cruel words and show you meant it when you said 'i love you' to that special someone here's to the parents who love and support their children no matter who they love or what they believe always ready to do what they can for those who matter most to them

Dead Alive

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Dead Alive

As of recent, I feel as if my body has self-destructed and I fear as if this lifeless shell moves on autopilot. I have developed the habit of looking behind me, to ensure that my limbs have not fallen to the concrete. The tendons that hold them must have rotten away, at least, I think it feels this way. Yet when I look in the mirror I am oddly organic, but inside of my body my mind wreaks havoc. I can smell the scent of rotting flesh emitting like a toxin from my breath. And with each exhale my soul floats a way, while my body loses its will to stay. I am walking slowly into my grave, the more that this syndrome eats at my brain. I

The Jesus Thing

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The Jesus Thing

I was there for that Jesus thing - the trick of light with the loaves and fishes, and all the lost souls wandering far from home and we sinners speaking words that never found their way. I saw the nails, the thorns, the bruises every man mistook for duty; the blood that gathered - solemn and somnolent beneath the wood and roses - and that rock, hanging like a prayer someone never mentioned.

I Know You've Thought of Suicide

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I Know You've Thought of Suicide

It has appeared that in our day and age, our world has lost its angelic light. The beauty that wove your life together has lost all traces of the divine. You saw the world in color once, and of those days you desire much. Perhaps you have attempted to relive the joy, but have found yourself with no such luck. And you cling to these blissful memories—where you were once content. Clutching them tighter than you do the knife at your wrist. Or perhaps this time it is a flurry of pills in your palms. Or the gun you’ve stolen from your father’s lockbox. And I myself can offer little words of emotional console can hardly je
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Her name was Hero

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Her name was Hero

Her name was Hero, such a high thing to live up to. It promised great things for her, of romance, bravery, strength, and compassion. but she was none. well, none except one. She was a small girl, sickly, scared- Who always bowed down to others, was looked down upon by others, spit upon by others until she was just another smudge in the greasy linoleum tile hallways of this prison. Her name was Hero. She was taught to embrace the cool pull of the rope, the indifferent slice of the knife, the vibrant red of the galls and cuts became the only color in her life. She was grey. And every day she looked into the great abyss of social medi
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Hi everyone! I'm kate, and I'm a poet in the twelfth grade. Due to the apparent hate of my school toward art, I haven't been on deviant art for quite a bit. BUT I'M BACK NOW! So feel free to look through my art, leave a comment or suggestion, and just enjoy! Thanks! :huggle:
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@porshee @fawn26
Favourite Movies
Harry Potter (all), Victory, and Thor (all)
Favourite TV Shows
NCIS, and downtown abby
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Beatles, Imagine Dragons
Favourite Books
Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, The Alchemist, Eragon
Favourite Writers
J.K. Rowling, Edgar Allen Poe, RICK RIORDEN!!
Favourite Games
Chess, Risk, pictonary
Favourite Gaming Platform
computer or the Wii
Tools of the Trade
pencils, a notebook, Panasonic Lumix SZ1, and my phone. (and paper, duh)
Other Interests
playing soccer, lacross, and tennis. Collecting seaglass, knitting, and burning CD's for my friends.

Guess what?

Guess what?

I'M BACK.  TAKE THAT ART HATING ADMINISTRATION WHO BLOCKS DEVIANTART! Anyway, I'm finally able to post more again, so yay! Hopefully I'll be on more from now on!

I'M SO SORRY

I'M SO SORRY

Okay so my school has DA blocked on our laptops they gave up so I haven't used my regular computer in forever so my DA has been VERY behind!  To those of you wanting on Death's Dilemma I'll be adding more very soon!  To my poetry fans, I have a stack of poems waiting to be uploaded.  I promise to be more active now that summer is almost here!!!!!!!!!  Thank you all I love you!

Questions taggg!

Questions taggg!

I was tagged by @:icon:firestrong for this so here we go! RULES: 1) You must post these rules. 2) Answer the 10 questions asked by the person who tagged you and make up 10 questions for the 10 you tag. 3) Choose 10 people and put their icons in your journal. 4) You have to legitimately tag 10 people. 5) No tag-backs. 6) You can't say that you don't do tags. 7) You MUST make a journal entry! No comments. And here we go::: Q and A 1) What would you do if your met your favorite book character? Well.... I have a lot of favorite book characters... butttt my favorite would have to be Harry Potter and I would probably run up to him and

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comatose-cometHobbyist Writer
thanks for the fave :dalove:
PoetrymannProfessional Writer
Thanks for faving my work...I am sorry this is so late.
comatose-cometHobbyist Writer
thanks for the fave :rose:
LiettoreHobbyist General Artist
............How exactly do I know you? Because I know that I know you... I remember your name and I feel like we were PJO buddies? (I used to be TeamLeoOmega if that helps?)
Sandpiper28Student General Artist
YES OH MY GODS WE WERE PJO BUDDIES HOW THE HECK ARE YOU I HAVENT HEARD FROM YOU IN FOREVER?!?! 
TheEvilOvelordsHobbyist General Artist
Thanks for joining our group! :D
May we be graced by your presence for a long time :meow:

Sakurai Amy
Founder of The Writer Gang
Sandpiper28Student General Artist
You're welcome! I hope my writing will live up to the standards of your group! :D