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I Wonder if the World Would Get a Laugh.

I

I Wonder if the World Would Get a Laugh.

I look for you in crowded streets. When I'm driving, I watch for your familiar car. I think of you warmed in winter coats, around twinkling Christmas lights and huddled within the glow of fireplaces. I think of you, your hands clasping mine in the icy nights or early morning. I think of candle lit dinners and laugher. I think of weekend trips to water ways, hiking paths and climbed fences. I think of you more now, now that we are strangers. My imagination runs wild, screeching through the night with images of what could have been. I wonder of the moments I may see you out in the world. Shopping or running errands. Eating out or drink

I hide and wait.

I

I hide and wait.

I hide and I wait. When the moment comes, I hesitate. A culmination of everything, and I hesitate. I make up stories in my head. Count the times they backfire. Fire crackers. I imagine warmth, light, picture-perfect, sugar-coated, dreamy and worthy of dreams. The world does not deliver. My expectations take one for the team. That is why they aren't allowed to play the game. That is why they always win. Sacrifice. The losing corner is where I make my bed. I console myself with whispers, dainty things with no spine. No truth, but no lies. Neutral. White noise. Blank space. Fog descends, defending my honor. In the fog, there is onl

Midas Hand.

M

Midas Hand.

Time's are changing, and I'm trying to keep up. Quick movements, Short days. The words don't flow like they used to. A sonnet I once spun is a foreign song to my mind now. I used to weave glorious tales of pain, abstract epics of broken thoughts and lost memories. Pain was my ink, my pen, my crumpled note pad. I relished and reveled in it. Pain, haze, hurt, hatred. The four horsemen of creation. Replaced with bureaucracy. Replaced and forgotten. Gone in a puff of smoke. Writers love the drink, and the drink loves me. Writers love the moon, and the night loves me. Writers love the word, but the word has left me. The possession

Out In This Night

O

Out In This Night

Out in this night pavement under my feet, breath in the air. I feel a presence tonight, whisper in my ear. Cold nips at my ankles, shoes tied tight. I tread the ground, under moonlight, searching. I fight nostalgia back. I know these streets, this air. I've been here before. Fighting back a feeling, cold ankles, feet sore. I've smelled this city smoke, seen these dim, twinkling lights. I've walked along this street. Somewhere in this city, in some lost room I haven't found, the real me is there. Hiding from the light my flashlight brings. Hushed to only whispers, Lost in familiar places. Sadly, each time I tread this pa

The Day.

T

The Day.

The pitter-patter of rain, distant wind whistling, dripping water. The smell of fresh brewed coffee. This day encloses me in nostalgia. Reminding me of simpler times. I crave the high view of the mountains, the crisp air, clouds flying low to the earth. The crunch of leaves beneath my boots. Distant calls of birds, the sounds of nature. I crave the rushing brook, the setting sun. One day I will break beyond this boring life. Perhaps improve upon it? I need time to regain myself. For I am lost.

I'm am not afraid of Death.

I

I'm am not afraid of Death.

I am not afraid of death in the way you might think. I'm not scared of my world ending, nor am I afraid of the ground. I do not fear nothingness, silence, emptiness, peace. The only thing I fear, when my end comes knocking, is the pain left behind once I am gone. I fear the memories of nostalgia held by my family, friends, children. I fear my last moment, that I should waste it. Most of all, I fear those who I must bid goodbye to before others bid goodbye to me.
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I Wonder if the World Would Get a Laugh.

I

I Wonder if the World Would Get a Laugh.

I look for you in crowded streets. When I'm driving, I watch for your familiar car. I think of you warmed in winter coats, around twinkling Christmas lights and huddled within the glow of fireplaces. I think of you, your hands clasping mine in the icy nights or early morning. I think of candle lit dinners and laugher. I think of weekend trips to water ways, hiking paths and climbed fences. I think of you more now, now that we are strangers. My imagination runs wild, screeching through the night with images of what could have been. I wonder of the moments I may see you out in the world. Shopping or running errands. Eating out or drink

I hide and wait.

I

I hide and wait.

I hide and I wait. When the moment comes, I hesitate. A culmination of everything, and I hesitate. I make up stories in my head. Count the times they backfire. Fire crackers. I imagine warmth, light, picture-perfect, sugar-coated, dreamy and worthy of dreams. The world does not deliver. My expectations take one for the team. That is why they aren't allowed to play the game. That is why they always win. Sacrifice. The losing corner is where I make my bed. I console myself with whispers, dainty things with no spine. No truth, but no lies. Neutral. White noise. Blank space. Fog descends, defending my honor. In the fog, there is onl

Midas Hand.

M

Midas Hand.

Time's are changing, and I'm trying to keep up. Quick movements, Short days. The words don't flow like they used to. A sonnet I once spun is a foreign song to my mind now. I used to weave glorious tales of pain, abstract epics of broken thoughts and lost memories. Pain was my ink, my pen, my crumpled note pad. I relished and reveled in it. Pain, haze, hurt, hatred. The four horsemen of creation. Replaced with bureaucracy. Replaced and forgotten. Gone in a puff of smoke. Writers love the drink, and the drink loves me. Writers love the moon, and the night loves me. Writers love the word, but the word has left me. The possession

Out In This Night

O

Out In This Night

Out in this night pavement under my feet, breath in the air. I feel a presence tonight, whisper in my ear. Cold nips at my ankles, shoes tied tight. I tread the ground, under moonlight, searching. I fight nostalgia back. I know these streets, this air. I've been here before. Fighting back a feeling, cold ankles, feet sore. I've smelled this city smoke, seen these dim, twinkling lights. I've walked along this street. Somewhere in this city, in some lost room I haven't found, the real me is there. Hiding from the light my flashlight brings. Hushed to only whispers, Lost in familiar places. Sadly, each time I tread this pa

The Day.

T

The Day.

The pitter-patter of rain, distant wind whistling, dripping water. The smell of fresh brewed coffee. This day encloses me in nostalgia. Reminding me of simpler times. I crave the high view of the mountains, the crisp air, clouds flying low to the earth. The crunch of leaves beneath my boots. Distant calls of birds, the sounds of nature. I crave the rushing brook, the setting sun. One day I will break beyond this boring life. Perhaps improve upon it? I need time to regain myself. For I am lost.

I'm am not afraid of Death.

I

I'm am not afraid of Death.

I am not afraid of death in the way you might think. I'm not scared of my world ending, nor am I afraid of the ground. I do not fear nothingness, silence, emptiness, peace. The only thing I fear, when my end comes knocking, is the pain left behind once I am gone. I fear the memories of nostalgia held by my family, friends, children. I fear my last moment, that I should waste it. Most of all, I fear those who I must bid goodbye to before others bid goodbye to me.

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My Bio
- "Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure." -

Favourite Visual Artist
I've always had a soft spot for oil painting/paintings of any kind.
Favourite Movies
Fight Club, Sin City, The Crow, HP movies, LOTR, Marvel/DC movies, Kingsmen, etc. I usually don't watch a lot of movies but there are ones that are close to my heart.
Favourite TV Shows
SUPERNATURAL, Lie to Me, House, Nurse Jackie, Rick and Morty, Adventure Time, Mad Men, 30 Rock, The Late Show, LastWeek Tonight, The Daily Show, The Following, etc.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Aerosmith, A Fine Frenzy, Fleet Foxes, Led Zeppelin, Coldplay, Die Antwoord, Emancipator, Beats Antique, Alt-J, STS9, The Glitch Mob, Bassnectar, Kiiara, etc.
Favourite Books
Olive's Ocean, Harry Potter Series, Sherlock Holmes, Walden, Heart of Darkness, The Kite Runner, The Dark Tower series, The Art of Hearing Heartbeats, The Shining, Fight Club, 1000 Splendid Suns, The Great Gatsby, etc.
Favourite Writers
J.K. Rowling, Ellen Hopkins, Joseph Conrad, Stephen King, Jane Austen, Paulo Coelho etc.
Favourite Games
Little Big Planet, Skyrim, Smooth Moves, Grand Theft Auto, Mortal Kombat, Assassin's Creed, Castlevania, etc.
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS3, Wii, PC, and boardgames because I'm cool like that.
Other Interests
Continuously holding on to my sanity.

A Letter I Cannot Send.

A Letter I Cannot Send.

You, I think of you often. Every day I wonder of the next time we will be together. There are many things that I'm aware of. Painfully so, is the fact that we will probably never be lifelong partners like I wish. We both have attachments, baggage, space that cannot be filled by each other. We have our own backstories, problems. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to try and mesh our little worlds together. I'd also be lying if I said I don't write endless poetry in my head about you. About your smile. The look in your eyes when we talk, huddled close in darkness, secrecy. I am claimed, as you know. As I'm sure you are painfully aware of.
- doing fine, not dead. lot going on. more soon.

New Year/Jan-March updates!

New Year/Jan-March updates!

Deviants, It's good to be back. I've been trying to get my life together and have had zero time to focus on writing. Work has been quite crazy and life at home has been stressful. Luckily, things have begun to die down recently and I finally have the time to work on my writing. Which is partly why I'm writing this journal entry! As some of you may know, I have a book blog that I've been working on for a long while now. I'll link it here if you're interested ---> http://katiesreadingblog.blogspot.com/ Anyway, I've started working on something a bit different as well. It's my future dream to write a novel. Over the years, I've had severa

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i-DudHobbyist General Artist
thanks a lot for the fave :hexentanz:
Thanks for the +fav! ^__^
Saskelover1234Hobbyist Traditional Artist
No problem! :) 
Hobbes1976Hobbyist Photographer
Hello Katheryn, thanks a lot for the favorite and I wish you a nice weekend
AkiYukihimeHobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks a lot for the fav! :D
Thank you very much for the Neville fav!:D
PepstarsWorldProfessional Traditional Artist
Thank you for the fave of Iplehouse Ashanti BJD DD! :hug: