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Karrie
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Karrie S. Sponaas 12/ 14/11 edit The truth About My Father. The dim amber moon snuggles in my window, Softness and lilac embrace me, Warmth and soft velvet lull me to dreams, Operatic bird songs; bioluminescent sunsets, reflected in sea snake water. Opera melds, sways, sinks into cacophonous voices. jolts of tornado themed confusion, my bedroom is a black hole. I caress the bedside lamp.  Try to make it shed hope, knowledge. Father.   His voice shatters; acid rain and molten glass thundering down on her.  My mom, goddess, healer, sunlight personified. Clamped tight, my hands tremble to hold the songs in my ears; I pry

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Karrie S. Sponaas Dancing in the Rain Glittering like mica the asphalt is captivating Street lights glow, making moths out of people The scent of plastic sheeting and ferns permeate, Sifted flour drifts from the sky. peirastic  glances, smiles glimmer; stolen kisses aloft and simmering subtlety, stepping from the protective embrace of shadow, luminosity billows;  temporarily blinded, she staggers,   the chill mist remembers her for herself. the woman's self-conscious veil is cast aside to reveal a vibrant Bird of Paradise.  Mizzle dampens her dress, twinkles in her hair. Pleasure blossoms in her face, makes liquid mercury of

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Karrie S. Sponaas 12/11 Lillian Crystal vase falls from fingers chilled by the arsenic of self-loathing and regret Our closest star snares the crimson, cerulean, golden hues immortalized by the ice stare of her eyes withered skin of the flowers spreads; dandelion seeds adrift. Wilted wooden floor cradles them mingling with the crimson that flows like magma from her wrist

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Karrie Sponaas 11/11 First Night Darkness, permeated only by the intruding glow from the hall Even showered the tarnished penny scent of blood swells my nostrils Faintly , nightlight dim sounds of  midwives trickle in, wisps  of incense smoke . thinking paisley from the Percocet I was given a communion wafer offered, as if to atone for the episiotomy   i lie and am, flat. Mud slide exhaustion soaks each cell. Stapled by fear my eyes won't close. If I cease watching, seeing, willing, your precious, life;  most   lovely gift of the cosmos, will cease.

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Karrie S. Sponaas 12/ 14/11 edit The truth About My Father. The dim amber moon snuggles in my window, Softness and lilac embrace me, Warmth and soft velvet lull me to dreams, Operatic bird songs; bioluminescent sunsets, reflected in sea snake water. Opera melds, sways, sinks into cacophonous voices. jolts of tornado themed confusion, my bedroom is a black hole. I caress the bedside lamp.  Try to make it shed hope, knowledge. Father.   His voice shatters; acid rain and molten glass thundering down on her.  My mom, goddess, healer, sunlight personified. Clamped tight, my hands tremble to hold the songs in my ears; I pry

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Karrie S. Sponaas Dancing in the Rain Glittering like mica the asphalt is captivating Street lights glow, making moths out of people The scent of plastic sheeting and ferns permeate, Sifted flour drifts from the sky. peirastic  glances, smiles glimmer; stolen kisses aloft and simmering subtlety, stepping from the protective embrace of shadow, luminosity billows;  temporarily blinded, she staggers,   the chill mist remembers her for herself. the woman's self-conscious veil is cast aside to reveal a vibrant Bird of Paradise.  Mizzle dampens her dress, twinkles in her hair. Pleasure blossoms in her face, makes liquid mercury of

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Karrie S. Sponaas 12/11 Lillian Crystal vase falls from fingers chilled by the arsenic of self-loathing and regret Our closest star snares the crimson, cerulean, golden hues immortalized by the ice stare of her eyes withered skin of the flowers spreads; dandelion seeds adrift. Wilted wooden floor cradles them mingling with the crimson that flows like magma from her wrist

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Karrie Sponaas 11/11 First Night Darkness, permeated only by the intruding glow from the hall Even showered the tarnished penny scent of blood swells my nostrils Faintly , nightlight dim sounds of  midwives trickle in, wisps  of incense smoke . thinking paisley from the Percocet I was given a communion wafer offered, as if to atone for the episiotomy   i lie and am, flat. Mud slide exhaustion soaks each cell. Stapled by fear my eyes won't close. If I cease watching, seeing, willing, your precious, life;  most   lovely gift of the cosmos, will cease.
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  • Deviant for 15 years
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My Bio
Current Residence: CT
Favourite genre of music: I have many. Excluding, for the most part, hard-core rap and country.
Operating System: Any I can navigate
Favourite cartoon character: Stewie Griffin

Favourite Visual Artist
undecided
Favourite Movies
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Favourite TV Shows
family guy, american dad, 30 rockefellar
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
tool, puscifer, NIN, The Doors, johnny cash, ella fitgerald, vast, old stabbing westward, pantera, sevendust, all that remains, VAST, John Crosby, seabound, vnv nation, trom waits, ohh lots and lots more
Favourite Books
I read so intensely, there is
Favourite Writers
Margaret Atwood, Neil Gaiman
Tools of the Trade
My eyes and ears.
Other Interests
Literature, Photography, poetry, philosophy, Gardening, going out with friends, or making new ones.

Creativity's folly

Creativity's folly

Well- for some time now, every time someone finds out I write and dabble in drawing and photograph things they ask if I am an artist. Always to this question I reply, I guess. I have fought my entire life with the accurate  expression of my thoughts and emotions. Words, THUS far, have been the way by which i can convey them to the best of my ability.  I find though, that even that, my longtime love, Words, only reaches so far down, and with only fractions of the complexity of innate thought and emotion. As if to properly convey PRECISELY what I'm after there needs to be colors and images floating in amongst the words...  I have gotten snapsh

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Thanks for the watch, darlin!
Thanks a lot for the :+devwatch: :hug:
Thanks for the watch! :icongwompplz:
Thanks for the watch!
Hiya!!! Yup I'm slow :)