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Spring

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Spring

There is warmth in the wind As I clasp at streams Of sunlight. There are faceless flowers - Waking-- Bees-- Awkwardly roaming. Breathless clouds Whispering- Comforting echoes Of crying rain. We are boundless In search Of a blushing spring day.
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At the Park

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At the Park

It is a beautiful spring day Painted gold by a fanciful sun- Peeking from a clouded sky. At our feet-- Branches of trees encompass us. An the daffodil bobs its white head Grinning a yellow grin- With its arms raised skyward. Perhaps in praise. And we lay here - in damp grass And you laugh, and laugh Painting the sky with your happiness. And I smile - knowing. That these small moments Are my greatest joy-- And my greatest accomplishment.
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Nightmare

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Nightmare

Why do you meet me in dreams When my mind is dark and- Thick with vivid imagination. There are rats heaving over me Giving me that serial killer grin- And I can feel the claws of dread The hook that catches my insides: Pulling me downwards. I remember sepia tones-- Slipping from the walls. A thick stench of perfume and smoke Toiling against my eyes and tongue. Vomit and stink pool in my stomach-- But never death. The moon was saturated in menstrual blood Pouring a clotted brown light over me. And though my memory is a dying thing There are some visions that will not fade: No matter how I command them so.
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White Night

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White Night

As the mother’s frail leaves fall And frost begins to blow a cooling breath Autumn bathes us in red - gold, and all Young widows gather to mourn summer’s death. And though I hear a flutter of wings I am lost:  trembling within a spring day, Once so remote - to my memory hastily brings A dream that appeared perfect from far away. But while within the grove the sun has dimmed, And the moon is haunting summer days – lost I find the oak’s lips are golden brimmed And together we kiss the moon’s twilight frost. And as we watch a cascade of castaway stars I know this unframed white night is ever ours.
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Freewrite

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Freewrite

It is a cold evening; My breath paints a picture Of death dressed in white. I enjoy the company. My feet ache for home My heart wonders why- They journeyed so far. The mist seems to blend - My tones into the sky. I become invisible Under the cover of the world. It has been a long way home And nothing shelters me Except moonlight and frost coverings. Nestled in my heart there is a pearl- Of sorrow. It is encompassed and entwined by love; Suffocated by gay and wondrous dreams. The decay of leaves and flower petals Echo an illusion of breaking waves – I am sure a path was here. My feet pad quickly homeward. I am bound
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Rote

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Rote

The falling sun pours its marrow Into the bones of the castle – As if dowsing the steeples with wine Red hues of romance or death. There are fears that I have been— And no posies can burn their worries From within my skin. Have I turned so grey Have I become mud-speckled - I grope in yearning – a way back in. But the rote battlements- Are devoid of hope and hollering, And my pleads reach nothing- Save for the far butte in the distance. I am dour with the looming Endeavour of forthcoming clouds - Stirring winds that thread my dress. Wind whistles through my lungs and- Tormenting rain scorns my skin I melt away
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Colourless

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Colourless

It is a colourless autumn day As if the rain coated sky- Consumed a once pastel splattered world Painted by children and fairy dust. I was a writer once – And the ink beat through my veins. I accost my heart about its well; To find that blood never tided there. My dreams speak to me- Like imagination Splattered over pale walls. As I scribble oracular words, Illuminating an unfolding world- - I wonder if I have been there before Or am I purely out of mind. Watching ink drain from the nib as if from- My brittle wounds. I wish for a vast ocean of night To tell me what my name is worth. And if it cannot give me the value o
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Strict

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Strict

Never does time stand still; Seasons overlay in endless dregs and- Beyond my corpse vultures encircle They murmur that I am old. Our feet drag coarse and rigidly As if to slow the Reaper's till. In dreams time lingers to taunt; How is one to know- Their life is understood. Beware - they say - beware. You are old: And time stays for nothing.
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Weave

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Weave

Seamless dreams tide through fleeten hands As upon the loom she toils with fellon threads Whispering mellowed breath upon bands of weave. Her body heaves with haunted air; Dolorous with age -- As though for too long she has sat there. Perchance the wind this day will carry spring- Beneath the door to swirl dust amongst her drapery And stir her to be – bold as a whore. As she rises – The floor, her chair, and bones do creak Jubilating with a melody of forgotten age. Beckoning her inner mockingbird to crow or croak She advances ahead of that worn and darkened door With passion cracking just beyond her breath, She climbs
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Ghost

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Ghost

Dying ghosts of autumn leaves;- and bitter fogs coils at my heel-- That howling wind calling forth its decaying meal I wonder where I am going - said I as I went exploring-- Dearest that sad soul exploring, Through a forestland of indecisions Trying to sort unchained revisions; Of things said and voices heard; Over that loathsome – coiling; Ever twining; decaying wind. On that crumpling floor of death we lay; And I think;- that is not what I meant at all. And I say - that is not what I meant at all! No not at all; not at all. And now here I am, In a woodland of indecisions- I wonder where I am going As I walk here and the
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Spring

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Spring

There is warmth in the wind As I clasp at streams Of sunlight. There are faceless flowers - Waking-- Bees-- Awkwardly roaming. Breathless clouds Whispering- Comforting echoes Of crying rain. We are boundless In search Of a blushing spring day.
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Anticipation

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Anticipation

Twirling is the emotion of mind, Never certain on heaven or hell, Twining with despise of what is: Right, Wrong, Horrid. How Fragile is the human soul, As a lover's warm breath softly caresses the maiden's cheek, Softly blowing into her natural lust, While her soul is stamped with heavy burden, The knowledge of a husband awaiting her return. Pity and horror twist and twine as self-satisfaction takes a role, Deep in the dooms of a sinners soul, Must one ask how diamonds falling from the sky, snow, can be so beautiful yet so bitter Cold, Heartless, And horrid as the storm blazes. Anticipation of what is to come next, The undeni
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Angel

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Angel

I can hear your singing Sweet crescent lune, Here the bells are ringing Banging to your tune. And all that lives will die to hear Your Melody - attributed to the dead, To all the loved ones you held dear Your passions have not yet been fed. When singing rain falls from the sky Calling hither will you fade, Sweet Melody of mine - there you fly. On the ground wishes you have laid. Memories come And Memories go, Where hate twists from I do not know. With a blade it splits your heart Revealing veins of darkness, The strings of a harp. Here lies no kindness But the pumping death of greed, Seeking all compassion But no warning
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Something Beautiful Chap.1

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Something Beautiful Chap.1

     Mary's sandy brown hair frolicked softly against her cheek; coiling in the night breeze. The chill of the wind didn't matter much; she had been colder before. She was in no situation to complain.     "Mommy!" A small girl, cradling her mother's hand, pointed towards the lone figure on the stoop.     "Hush dear, don't stare." Mary had learned to cope with the stares of strangers by now. At times she could push back a gaze with her own piercing look. She could also twist a stare into a smile, if they were kind hearted enough. Mary was also used to people avoiding her in general, deliberately averting their eyes as they passed. She wasn
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Something Beautiful Chap.2

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Something Beautiful Chap.2

Mr. Sweeney and his wife emigrated from North Ireland in the hopes of starting a new life. Settling into a small country cottage home proved to be the easy part. It was the upholding that proved a hard task to Mr. Sweeney, who was trying to balance both his drinking habit and the family necessities on minimum wage. The day of Mary Sweeney’s third birthday was both bright and vivid. Reflected in her eyes, the sky shone a pale blue while the pastel clouds blushed a soft pink. It is what Mary’s mother would call a ‘Boy and Girl’s sky’. The golden glaze of the sun tinted the tops of the small hills rolling their way towa
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Hurt

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Hurt

No words... Silence? No... not that silent The beat of a bleeding heart is too loud And the whispers of regret so soft, Yet the wishful call is loudest, And the answer so shortly unheard. Acceptance? Another form of illusion? Honesty? Another white lie. Truth? Demanded, but never given. You push Softly I fall Slowly.
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Hold Me Dearly

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Hold Me Dearly

As I listen to screams so sharp they’re silent, I walk along with words of wise, If only silence didn’t drown the screams, And betray the words of wiser. I seem to be torn apart, With nightmares and with dreams, Upon my beaten soul, Folly sorrowfully gleams. All I seek is to hold you, To burry my head between your arms, To silence the screams of silent, It’s they that haunt my dreams. But from weaker plagues I flee, Causing a mourning on my being, All the arms I turn to... Seem to weak to hold me dearly. Are you just going to stand there, And watch me fade away? As I finally reach you, I awake another day. To
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Examine

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Examine

In the net of time There on waits, For worth to slip Into their fate. In cupped hands A world she holds, Strings of galaxies Stories to be told. No Life at all Seems to caress her lips, Not the slightest quiver Comes from her hip. Tittering on the edge of hope, Despair. Balanced on the edge of insanity. The flesh is swollen From emotionless solitude, The eyes might as well be white For blind the holder makes them, Setting sight on the endless eternity in their grasp. Knowledge is a concept Far from grip. Everything seems to be the same As yesterday’s yesterday. Time seems to keep on going While it should in her m
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Death of My Dear Diary

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Death of My Dear Diary

Rushed through the hall, I didn’t understand, These bitter smells of bleached sheets, Sickness, And Medication. Shook and shaken by one word, I set out on my way to you. Through closed eyes I can remember those younger days we used to play. Your crinkled, worn hands caressed mine many times as we reached for sugar while playing with teacups. Although your house was small it was cozy all the same, with pale white walls bordered with fruit. Often I remember wondering how it might taste. Like paper? Or could they possibly taste like real like in our once favourite movie “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”. But as I walk
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Flower In the Wind

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Flower In the Wind

     The salty burst made her smile as she licked the folds of her lips. It was a hot day out, not a humid heat, but a dry one. Sweat trickled down her brow and over her cheeks, every few seconds her eyelashes flicked droplets away from her crystal blue eyes. She lifted a hand to tilt her wicker hat downwards, protecting her golden hair from coming branches. Esedel moved swiftly beneath her, a gentle sway moved through the rider’s right side with every hoof that was lifted from the forest floor. The forest was alive today on the Playa Conchal shore of Costa Rica. She had no real goal this day, other then to ride along the b
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Home

Silent hills, Over desolate meadows; A place we one called home. The fires gone, The wind has faded; That old well stands, so alone. The setting sun glows, Gold ricocheted; But not the gold we sought. That sweet rain is done, Its drip has halted; Its country song has become undone. There were songs we once knew, Bliss we once kissed; Glory we once held tight. The ice has thinned now, Water ruined by the snow; The skate marks have long faded. A mother no more, A father no more; The laughter in the rooms has withered. The city lights are so cold, Viewable from this distance; From this new place we call home.
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I am the author of the fantasy webcomic 'Amya'. This DA account holds my poetry work and some old short stories.

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Writing, D&D

Transfer Complete

Transfer Complete

 My Galleries All of my literary pieces have now been switched to this account; with the exception of Stan Higgle since I am still in the process of revising it. You will need to refave anything you want in your favourites list (Everything, right? :P j/k ) If you wish to view my artwork, simply click the link to the right. Thank you to my watchers who have been supporting my work and helping me to improve my skills; it has meant so much to me! There will be many more literary pieces to come.
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Literary Gallery

Literary Gallery

I am currently setting up this gallery to divide my writing from my drawings; I have many reasons for doing so. I will have a better update when I am finished.
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It's wonderful book series, and a great team you have ;D
ohmygosh, I just found your comic Amya. It's soo good! :la:
But what I'm even more excited about is because we're from the same city! :eager:
savvyProfessional Writer
Hello Suzanne!
I'm so happy to hear you are enjoying Amya. If you ever spot me around Stratford, don't hesitate to say hello!
Thank you for the llama badge! :-)
b1gfanStudent Writer
:icongringlomp::llama:

senshuuProfessional Digital Artist
Ah... thank you for your gift. :heart: Thank you so much. I noticed something seemed a little different about DA, and then... pow! It struck me!

Nicest thing ever.
b1gfanStudent Writer
:glomp: How delicious is it to wander around, looking for nothing in particular, and end up back in places you'd loved being before :)

:wave: