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Chrysalis

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Chrysalis

Arms cocooning you, I whispered in your ear, Assured you of what I saw in you, Beyond the mirror's reach. You saw. You metamorphosed, Emerged, And spread your new-formed wings. You soared. Defying gravity, upwards, upwards To that star you couldn't see before, Entangled in the Universe's red nebula hair. Feel the power of her supernova, The force at the heart of her sun. And I remain on the ground, A shell in your shape.
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Drawings

On your mind, I am a pencil line. Easily smudged,                    easily di s   t    o    r   t ed. A one-dimensional temporary measure, A working sketch, in place of something better. Make an improvement, omit and erase, I'm nothing permanent; I leave no trace.          You can remove me from your canvas consciousness. But -          My mind is different. You are written in pen. Unchangeable, indelible,                    each detail c a r e f u l l y preserved, Painstakingly. No eraser can shift the vivid ink I have used. I can cross you out. Put a line through, destroy the image, But, the scratching nib cuts angry scar
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Angelica

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Angelica

I nearly lost my life this morning In a drive-by shooting, hit and run. He was the passenger, Angelica was driving, A triumphant smirk was the bullet in her gun. Oh, Angelica, angel baby, I know you're having fun. Oh, Angelica, drive him crazy, Don't worry, yes, you've won. I nearly lost my mind this evening At a rock and roll gig, their turn to play. He strummed the music, Angelica was singing, In that voice sent from heaven I heard her say - "Look at all the fun he's having, Now that you're not in the way. See, this was the life that he was missing, Don't worry, I'm here to stay." I lost it all as the night kept rising, I s
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Untitled

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Untitled

Heart beaten by tiny clenched fists, Hands pounding ventricle walls, "Let me out!" Veins carry lust/rage to the tongue And burst forth an escape - "I - - I lo- loathe, love - -lo - I ..." ... walk away. A downward glance, Defeat springs and falls below As imitation seawater To join the water under the bridge.
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Why We Write

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Why We Write

If he wrote a poem about her, should he begin with a conjunction? Would it be better to try an adjective instead? Should he ask a question or raise a point or evoke a feeling? What, exactly, would be the point? Another collection of words to hammer in the truth of lost love? If he wrote a poem about her, where would the linebreaks be? Ending on important words so the reader remembers them? Some sort of back-of-the-book condensation of feeling? How should the idea of loss be executed in syntax?

My Altiloquent Pyrrhonism

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My Altiloquent Pyrrhonism

Adimpleate me with sorrow, My adnascentia flailing, An aeipathy for the Albedineity of my soul. My amandation from society - This is the cause of my amarulence; For nobody is amorevolous When I am there ... Never have I experienced this antipelargy That you all so happily share. Am I truly autexousious? Or is my life an assectation, Void of auturgy must I bajulate Through the blateration of life. My cacozealous attempt to fit The canitude I live in ... My consciousness cosmogyral, How I long to desarcinate, To ejurate this fallaciloquence, This gnathonisation that gumfiates the undeserving.

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  • Oct 3
  • New Zealand
  • Deviant for 15 years
  • She / Her
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My Bio
Current Residence: Auckland, New Zealand
Operating System: The potato in my head serves as a brain... no idea what software it runs.
MP3 player of choice: 80GB iPod

Favourite Movies
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Incubus, Muse, Dido, Coldplay, Radiohead
Favourite Games
I always loved Crash Bandicoot...
Tools of the Trade
Writing/drawing/painting implements/Olympus SP-500UZ

This is Winter.

This is Winter.

I'm wondesting how I will survive the London winter this year... I'm going to miss my Kiwi summer Christmas. How weird is that, Christmas in winter...
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Good evening from WELLINGTON!

Good evening from WELLINGTON!

So, I decided it might be a good idea to pack a few things, book a bus ticket and travel to a city in which I know no one and have never been to before. It's rainy and colder than Auckland, but I'm going to go museum-ing tomorrow, and then maybe to Katherine Mansfield's house, and to the art galleries and so on. I'm staying at the YHA and it's rather cool, especially the 'laundry with a view' on the top floor. Anyway, I have to go out in the rain to find an internet cafe because for some stupid reason they don't have a printer here for me to print the confirmation for my flight home on Wednesday, so goodbye everyone, see you soon!
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About submitting deviations...

About submitting deviations...

I will one day soon, I really will! I promise :p
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wildmonkyStudent Writer
hey, thanks for the :+fav: on Why We Write. :D
"HONK-HONK", honketh'd the HONK.

Hi Tater!
i was in NZ not too long ago
Heyyyyyy long time no sp-

speak is the wrong word.

Long time no correspondencefulness!

Much better. ^_^
YEY. You don't submit anything. So ... I don't need to either ^_^.
It's bones, btw.

Zhoop.

Wow noone's commented on here haggis.
You've got exactly 111 pageviews when I submitted this comment.

I have NO IDEA why I wrote that.
meow.... :glomp: :highfive: