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Just Another Morgan Moment
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All that isn't known
Scooped-out, stepped-on, threadbare boy, Might-not-make-it-out-alive boy, Eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, Lamp light reflected off fresh snow in the orange night, Wonderful, Staring boy, Trapped-in-a-box, can't-get-free, Fingers pushing down the piano keys boy, Hands clutching guitar strings like they're the only friends who never left, Calloused, gentle, Breaking Boy, Songs torn out of a chest, tumbling from chewed lips like heavy prayers, Drip drip dripping Onto open, begging palms, What's left?
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Don't Cut What You Can Untie
"I'm sorry." The silence unravels, Spooling between us like the 334-mile yarn I used to tie around my pinky Every morning. I feel where I used to embroider Each kilometer On the cartilage of my ribs, Years I stitched into a Patchwork quilt Before we lost the thread. "For everything."
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The wool scarf wraps Snugly Around his slender neck, Its color complimenting the Rosy hue of his arched cheeks And scarlet glow of his Nose. Fingers have been dipped in Paint This time of year. Cherries bloom beneath his Fingernails, So elegantly planted at the tips Of his slight digits, Usually found skating across the Keys of a piano Like dancers on the frozen lake, Now casually submerged In the fur-lined depths of his Pockets. The wind's teeth do not Frighten him. Instead, he stands tall Like the steady light of a Skyscraper, His chin displayed proudly above The folds of his handwoven Scarf, Daring nature's needle-pointed maw To dig i
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1 AM
So much noise at 1 AM crowds its way into the quiet space between the covers in the dark A television jammed with static, the mind is the antennae Bent in the storm, twisted out of tune and slippery with rain The remote has fallen between the bed and the wall and I cannot reach it So I watch the dots dance and take form and expand into stars And I write.
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I never took you for granted. While so many others were swept away, Spinning bottles and kissing for spare change, I remembered the way tears dripped from your eyelashes Like paint from a brush. Thick bristles that brushed your cheeks when you blinked, A face composed of more freckles than skin, Hair that curled over ears as round as a doll's. I remembered how your jaw set when you tried to hide, How your body turned to stone and the light left your eyes The time your steps dragged and your shoulders curled, And you turned away when I tried to make you laugh. I remembered when I saw you for the first time in a month, When silver skylines were
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All that isn't known
Scooped-out, stepped-on, threadbare boy, Might-not-make-it-out-alive boy, Eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, Lamp light reflected off fresh snow in the orange night, Wonderful, Staring boy, Trapped-in-a-box, can't-get-free, Fingers pushing down the piano keys boy, Hands clutching guitar strings like they're the only friends who never left, Calloused, gentle, Breaking Boy, Songs torn out of a chest, tumbling from chewed lips like heavy prayers, Drip drip dripping Onto open, begging palms, What's left?
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Don't Cut What You Can Untie
"I'm sorry." The silence unravels, Spooling between us like the 334-mile yarn I used to tie around my pinky Every morning. I feel where I used to embroider Each kilometer On the cartilage of my ribs, Years I stitched into a Patchwork quilt Before we lost the thread. "For everything."
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The wool scarf wraps Snugly Around his slender neck, Its color complimenting the Rosy hue of his arched cheeks And scarlet glow of his Nose. Fingers have been dipped in Paint This time of year. Cherries bloom beneath his Fingernails, So elegantly planted at the tips Of his slight digits, Usually found skating across the Keys of a piano Like dancers on the frozen lake, Now casually submerged In the fur-lined depths of his Pockets. The wind's teeth do not Frighten him. Instead, he stands tall Like the steady light of a Skyscraper, His chin displayed proudly above The folds of his handwoven Scarf, Daring nature's needle-pointed maw To dig i
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I never took you for granted. While so many others were swept away, Spinning bottles and kissing for spare change, I remembered the way tears dripped from your eyelashes Like paint from a brush. Thick bristles that brushed your cheeks when you blinked, A face composed of more freckles than skin, Hair that curled over ears as round as a doll's. I remembered how your jaw set when you tried to hide, How your body turned to stone and the light left your eyes The time your steps dragged and your shoulders curled, And you turned away when I tried to make you laugh. I remembered when I saw you for the first time in a month, When silver skylines were
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Saturdays
On the first Saturday, I was a stranger in your house. We lay side by side, your ankle over mine, And watched re-runs of our favorite show. Your fingers found my hand, as if by accident, But neither of us said a word. Your sister asked if we were going to get married. On the second Saturday, I knew you better. We spent the day jumping on the trampoline, Laughing and rolling in colored leaves. At night, we lay on your bed and stared at the ceiling And talked about the stars. My jacket left a constellation on your arm. On the last Saturday, we threw a party. We ate pizza around the koi pond and walked to the park, Where you said goodbye to a
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Syllables
Syllables jangle inside my chest. They swell in my lungs, useless, Battering my heart like waves against rocks. At high tide, they reach my eyes, But never my lips. I love you. Three words, three sounds, Once so innocent; now they drown. I'll fall overboard unless I speak them, Yet they push you out to sea. You're sinking. Who am I to cry when the ocean has you in its grip? My floorboards are splintering, Yet still I watch from the safety of a ship. I am silent. The salt in my eyes joins the salt in the sea.
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your words are like ice. slippery and cold. you breathe on me and it's like i'm leaving the warmth of my house for the chilling emptiness on the streets. you sip your coffee and pay no attention to me. i mutter "good morning," and quickly take shelter in your eyes when you look up at me. eye contact always means something. please don't look away, i think, and you do the exact opposite; you stare at your feet. i always knew they were more interesting than me anyway. i love the rain. i love it when it rains so hard that you can't see through it. i love lightening and the deep echo it creates. i love damaging downpours and winds that
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jesstasy18247: there are many ways to classify a relationship (and i'm using that term very loosely, as in any interaction with another person) jesstasy18247: but i dont know which one to put ours in jesstasy18247: it goes in like all of them jesstasy18247: or none of them jesstasy18247: it's a friendship, but then it's not jesstasy18247: it's not family, but somehow, it feels like it is jesstasy18247: it's not an attraction, but sometimes it is jesstasy18247: it's not an accquaintance at all jesstasy18247: it fits in all or none jesstasy18247: i cant put a name on what we have jesstasy18247: and thats when you can tell that it's so
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i swear to God that i love mine as much as you love yours and that if i could find the words to say it, i would. if i could find the perfect words, if i could just close my eyes and instead of thinking         i love him i love him i love him think of something poetic and real and un-cliché, just for a second, i would.               but i am-he is-we are poetic,                                        real,                                                 un-cliché and i know it with all of me and i know he knows it too and i know that i don't need to write poems about him because he already knows,         he
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7 Reasons Why You Should Go to Art School
One of the most frequently asked questions on this site is the infamous: "Is there a point in going to Art School?" It makes my blood pressure rise every time, not so much the question itself as the fact it is asked to, and answered by, people who have no business giving advice on the matter. This article seeks to answer it once and for all, and be warned that it may come across as cutting in certain places. There's a link to my CV in my journal for those who might wonder about my own qualifications. The short answer is: Yes, there is a point. In fact, if you want to make a carreer out of art, or design, you must go to art school. You can di
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Character Diversity in Strider
Just a bit of brainstorming... Izzy: white; heteroromantic; demi-heterosexual Gerard: white; heteroromantic; heterosexual Charlie: Native American (?)/white; panromantic; pansexual Quinn: white (?); biromantic; heterosexual Lottie: African American/white; heteroromantic; heterosexual Nathan: white; biromantic; bisexual No one in the story has a set religion; they are all open-minded and agnostic. (I feel like Quinn should be something other than white, but I see him as white in my head, and I don't want to change a character for the sole purpose of adding diversity. That would just make him a token. :/) If any of these sexualities are un
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Strider Character Relationships
I don't know exactly how the plot of Strider will unfold, but I do know that I've fallen in love with the characters in my head and I need to bring them to life. I want the story to focus largely on how they interact with each other and develop as people. Most importantly, I want to set their relationships (not necessarily romantic) apart from others in the teen genre. For example, Izzy Strider and Gerard Weller have a very complicated yet simple friendship. They are just friends. They have always been like that, and they will remain that way for all time. At no point has there ever been any sexual tension between them (although they joke so
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Strider: Prologue
I don't want to upload Strider snippets as full-fledged deviations yet, so here's a draft of the prologue. (Critiques are greatly encouraged.) It's set seven years before the events of the book to illustrate the characters' development since childhood. Come on... The frigid night air gnawed at the girl's knuckles as she fiddled with the lock. She bit her lip and swept stray bangs from her eyes with her left hand; a bead of sweat formed at her brow despite the cold. "Iz..." "Shut up, Gerry," she snapped, expelling a cloud of condensation. The tiny boy glared out from under his black bangs. Light from a nearby street lamp glinted across hi
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Tribble-Industries|Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday, sorry about the clone trooper birthday cake, the fangirls hijacked it!
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Hello its me WheatleyEvilCore, my old account has been hacked and my art skills have improved. Hope to hear you again! :D
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Happy birthday! :cake:
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Happy early Birthday! :happy birthday: by iDJPanda
:iconflyingheartsplz: birthday cake by Chibivillecute :iconflyingheartsplz:
Have a wonderful day! :happybounce:
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MangaWolfHatena|Student General Artist
I'm super late and it's almost midnight where I love but happy birthday Morgan!! Haha how does it feel to be 18? I was thinking about your VEDA videos and remembered last second that it was your birthday and rushed to my phone cx

Anyway I hope you had a wonderful day, and if it wasn't, I hope more are to come soon!
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Happy Birthday!
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Happy birthday you beautiful person you
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