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Go Again
Your love is a simple thing
a child's swing whose arc grows shorter
when no one pushes
Be still
and wait for some other
to untangle you
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Salmon Dreams (Poem) by XJNG Salmon Dreams (Poem) :iconxjng:XJNG 1 0
The Climes They Are a-Changin' For You
I balance the poles on thumb and forefinger
Twirling, gyrating, they twist
away from me and
each other
Almost as if they do not know
or acknowledge me
So I force them together,
twin magnets that attract me but repel
the other
Turn the cheek. There.
Now we are back
to back
and the ice that made us breaks
us into one piece
Again we are shattered together
Can you feel the mercury rising?
Red is for the temper that
'tempers' us
As if melting poles that stand a world
apart would make us
And we would turn
our faces
Our eyes
meeting somewhere in the middle
Our charges would dissipate
We might melt
into the (ant)Arctic
and meet in the water
Drowning everything between our cardinal points
And when we are done
When it is over
We will rise and ask if you are happy
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Turn Down the Bed by XJNG Turn Down the Bed :iconxjng:XJNG 1 4 Deviant ID by XJNG Deviant ID :iconxjng:XJNG 1 0 Deviant ID by XJNG Deviant ID :iconxjng:XJNG 1 5 Will of the Mother - Short Story (Completed) by XJNG Will of the Mother - Short Story (Completed) :iconxjng:XJNG 3 5 Full of Stars (Literature/Vignette) by XJNG Full of Stars (Literature/Vignette) :iconxjng:XJNG 5 0
       Crunch. Leaves crackle underfoot as I tramp them into the concrete. Step by step, the clattering of my footsteps grows as the leaves die down. I duck my head by a fraction as I descend into the Underground. Remarkable how clean it is here. None of those rotting organics. Still, I wish they'd brighten things up a bit. Splash some paint around. Swap out those flickering fluorescents for neon and colour. Anything but this interminable…greyness.
       I stop by a ticket machine, ignoring the ticket-seller with grubby hands. I feed it coins scrounged from one of many jacket pockets. Most of them were empty, which was surprising. Usually I keep all sorts of useless crap on me. The weight is comforting. This lightness is… disconcerting now that I consider it. So I stop and take what the machine spits back out.
       I trudge my way to the platform, waiting. I glance at the yellow line just inches from my feet.
       And I wonder.
       I feel the t
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Fish and Mops
              The litter-strewn cafeteria was much like a derelict house, save that the accumulation of refuse had spanned hours instead of years. Not so derelict, as it turns out. Its insides glare neon and garish with the misleading lights of just-closed food stalls. A sandwich place stays open. The undimmed lights are perhaps a tad negligent for an educational institution priding itself on environmental consciousness and conservatorship. But a later inspection in the dead of night might meet with zero-carbon darkness and hasty rebukes that prove misplaced.
              Muted conversation weaves its way around the room, its intersections and collisions grinding meaning to the dust of indecipherable chatter. Students formally taught the art of finding and making meaning generate it now without a second’s struggle for thought, ease coming from mastery masked in informality. So well hidden that searching for it in tomorrow’s class would be fruitless
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Deviant ID II by XJNG Deviant ID II :iconxjng:XJNG 3 21
Uncertain Tides
     It is that time when the sun begins to set and washes a savannah in the reds of glowing embers. Emergent rulers of a green kingdom cast their shadows, quenching the twinkling gaps in the rainforest canopy as the chattering of its nocturnal denizens builds to a roar. All around is noise indecipherable, the ambient cacophony a comfort in a world lost to sight. Birds trill, insects chirp, and primates call to their mates in reassurance. Incessant streams of conversation flow every which way, yet somehow arrive at the intended recipient in that din. Lumbering herds of elephants arrive with spinning dust-clouds as attendants until patches of springy soil softened with moisture force the regal giants to drink without their retinue. Muscular trunks dip gingerly into the muddy pool, then whip out and trumpet satisfaction before plunging back in with gusto. When they have drunk their fill, they trod off and leave the watering hole to other animals gathered there. S
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     The house is loosely anchored by foundations that sink into sandy grit. Everything it sits on is boxed in by a picket fence. I was puzzled for the longest time as to why those two were so desperate to erect this construction. Maybe they imagined that drawing a line in the sand would ward off imagined specters of ill-omen. Their flights of fancy were quite fantastical in that way. The fences all gleamed white, for another thing. Whoever heard of a less durable choice of pigment?
     Years of exposure to inclement elements have worn it down to nothing, with the cumulative corrosion of raindrops stealing gloss from wood, and each stiff breeze whistling contentedly while cradling a few newly orphaned ivory flakes. Dull and grey-faced, the dried paint must be relieved for a new home. My cheeks puff as I try to lend vigour to the flagging winds, but the efforts are immaterial. A scrap of paint winds its way down a stairwell of spirallin
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Pens in Motion
     All around me are pens in motion. Solid and narrow, the reservoirs of black and blue discharge their liquid contents onto a gleaming white surface marred by crisp lines. The blue lines are faint but firm in their direction of verbal traffic. Between them, pens dip and glide gracefully over paper, imprinting their inky thoughts for swift absorption. Words so formless and malleable in the vacuum of minds dry and congeal with astonishing rapidity, indelibly affixed. All that can be done is to strike them through with a dismissive stroke, but the words remain nonetheless. When observing the business of pen strokes, it is all too easy to mistakenly imbue them with living agency. A romanticism most indulged in by writers, it is a fanciful distraction. Pens do not write. Those who hold them in their grasp do.
     These Controllers are hunched over chairs and tables, immobilised save
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Urchin (Rewrite)
"Urchin" to those who know him – or of him
Nameless to visiting strangers for
painless anonymity best of all
or at least anonymous pain
Sheaves of crackled, yellowing parchment
with the Orphan Master's chop
Fourteen Years branded on with runny ink
that ran out a year ago
There is money to be made
harvesting the clammy corpses of
shells on damp sand
Glistening as the ocean exhales
Every day the same pair
of spindly legs wades through pools
Rippled air basks in seasonal heat
Marinating foreign, motionless bodies
that lie
ignorant of fleeting footprints carved in sand
Of unruly, spiked hair that resists
stiff, salted winds
and the bleaching sun
Remaining dark.
Sand dollars solidify in bleared vision
only a ways away
They are a steal
The urchin moves but
others move faster
and shove him into the foaming surf
A steal is when you
Steal it
In his dazed delusions appear a
That lunges and mauls
a scruffy cat
Not a drop stains the sand
The urchin clambers ou
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Dragons Dragons Dragons by tracyjb Dragons Dragons Dragons :icontracyjb:tracyjb 7,410 422 Halloween Comic by geothebio Halloween Comic :icongeothebio:geothebio 467 45 With Wandering Steps and Slow by noahbradley With Wandering Steps and Slow :iconnoahbradley:noahbradley 671 23 Our Dreadful Savior by noahbradley Our Dreadful Savior :iconnoahbradley:noahbradley 899 41 The Major by sakimichan The Major :iconsakimichan:sakimichan 17,776 639
Untitled (2)
I would never fall in love
with another poet
All that fragility
Binary stars
Knife fights
with pieces of glass
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Lackadaisy Affinity by tracyjb Lackadaisy Affinity :icontracyjb:tracyjb 7,472 234
When the air pulls on your shoulders
and the eyes sit on your spine.
Think of the strength of Atlas
if only he dropped the world.
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For fifteen dollars
you can buy a book
with a gloss cover
from Barnes & Noble
on conjuring demons.
There's all this
Drawing a circle
with silver and salt,
a bit of blood
a sprig of rosemary,
maybe some magic words
and, like all things,
if you do not tremble
then you do not believe.
Then comes the
need for
an impossible sacrifice.
A human
built for humanity.
To be honest,
I've found it's easier
to summon the devil
by yelling out my window
at one in the morning.
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In the forests of my home
where the evergreens
grab at the stars,
I lay naked on my side.
Pretending to be
There is a white bear
lumbering on my porch.
He slams his weight
against my door;
eyes glazed over like a shark-
and he is hungry,
he whispers to me:
I have seen the sunset through the trees
and that is not enough.
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Icarus and the Use of Force
it wasn't abandoned
but it was quiet-
a smell of metal
in the grain silo
the ladder outside
speckled white
I clambered through
the basement
into the home
of a murder
duct taped
their feathers
to my arms
sat there
like newborn crows
before me
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Rose Aquatic
You could call this a river
but it looks to me
like a trail of raindrops
quivering across
a pane of glass
and these fallen trees
draped in telephone wires,
appear to simply be
the fingerprints
of a storm.
The earth
and my house,
both soaked to the bone.
A bathroom sink
filled to the lip
is barely an ocean-
but with your head submerged
it may as well go on
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this candle is not
the same kind
of beautiful
the muted presence
of an empty home
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Fires of Heaven by DSillustration Fires of Heaven :icondsillustration:DSillustration 5,422 277 Hold Me Till the Night is Gone by noahbradley
Mature content
Hold Me Till the Night is Gone :iconnoahbradley:noahbradley 372 18
Cadsuane Melaidhrin by Jieroque Cadsuane Melaidhrin :iconjieroque:Jieroque 514 95


  • Listening to: Trout Heart Replica - Amanda Palmer
  • Watching: The Walking Dead
  • Playing: Star Wars!
  • Drinking: Glamourous H2O
A very auspicious start.

Anyways, because of zeitgeist , I'm doing this meme

Comment on this journal and I will....

1) Tell you something I learned about you by looking at your DA page.

2) Tell you a color you remind me of.

3) Tell you Element I think you belong to (e.g. water, fire, air, etc.).

4) Tell you what comic, manga/anime, or video game character you remind me of.

5) Ask you a question, and you must answer.

6) Tell you something I like about you.

7) Give you a nickname.

8) Tell you the object that is to the left of me.

9) Tell you what food/ flavor/smell you remind me of.

10) Tell you to do one in your journal too.

I'd be surprised if anyone took me up on the offer. I really need more watchers (COME TO MEEEEEEEEEE...)
I shall sit here for the first unwary commenter.


Xing Jun
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
18 year old guy who occasionally takes a fancy to art, poetry and literature.

Current Residence: Toronto
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Fit
Print preference: Paper
Favourite genre of music: Soul, Alternative Rock, Dark Cabaret
Favourite photographer: O_O Flash!
Favourite style of art: Oil Painting and Digital
Operating System: Windows
MP3 player of choice: Ipod Nano
Shell of choice: Silence
Wallpaper of choice: Yggdrasil Seed
Skin of choice: Human, preferably my own.
Favourite cartoon character: Dunno
Personal Quote: You might not reach your heart's desire, but you may gain something more valuable in the searching



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TamesisSaunterer Featured By Owner Oct 4, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy birthday!:cake:
XJNG Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
TamesisSaunterer Featured By Owner Oct 7, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome!;)
TamesisSaunterer Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Hi! Tag you're it!:nana:
TamesisSaunterer Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the fav of my bento tray. Long time no see, no speak. Are you on summer break yet? I am. I just graduated today ;). What are you up to lately? :D
XJNG Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Hiya! Wooow you've graduated high school! Congrats :D
I'm technically on summer break but am taking courses. 2 of them are online so I have loads of free time. Lots of things have happened over the past year. I've done some writing, got introduced to DnD, found myself a boyfriend, and have been exploring Toronto! Life is just great right now.

This must be an exciting time for you, applying to universities and all! Though I remembered being really bored with nothing to do all summer. Hopefully you'll find something to keep yourself busy. How are things on your end?
TamesisSaunterer Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks, I need to catch up with writing. I have everything in my head for Tamesis Saunterer except I can't seem to find yet how I want the 2nd chapter to be like. I know it's somewhere hiding in my mind so, I shall go find it XD! I might have another new story after I had this creepy dream I had last night and I wrote it in my journal entry [link] on DA about it just to get the weight off my mind. Awe, that's sweet you have a boyfriend! I have a boyfriend, too! He lives in Atlanta and we Skype each other almost everyday. Our longest time on Skype was 5 hours :la:! I made him this box at school I mailed to him [link] . I have been at home a lot but, I am looking to find work; I am interested in applying for Whole Foods, any small business organic markets and/or Farmer's markets.

Yeah, I am excited to go to College. I just hope I can survive math when I get there because that's the only subject throws me off. Also, I am trying some new art like using oil pastels, doing a cosplay of Kaneda from Akira, take pictures of the places I go and cook and bake different foods and take pictures of them.
XJNG Featured By Owner Jun 9, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I just read your journal entry and I'd agree that it's probably the paranormal stuff you've been watching seeping into your subconscious. Doubt it's the food. I love writing stories based off of dreams and my personal experiences.

That's a really well-made box! You have a knack for pottery/crafts. My boyfriend and I don't usually Skype each other, since we're in the same city (he lives all the way at the opposite end of the city though. The commute's around 1 and 1/2 hours D:)

Good luck with your job applications! I just got back from volunteering for this Walk for Arthritis charity event this morning, so I can have something to put on my resume. I'm afraid I don't have any real work experience, so I'm starting with volunteer work first.

Depending on what major/program/courses you're taking, you might be able to avoid math as much as possible. It's what I'm doing, though I still have to take a math course next semester.
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Ambiguous-Catharsis Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the fave on "Moonlight"!
XJNG Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
No prob! Well deserved.
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