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So I come back to deviantart after a really bad case of bronchitis, and find the nicest surprise ever! Another DD? Thank you guys so much for the messages, all the love and awesomeness! Special thanks to hopeburnsblue and GrimFace242 for the feature, I can't believe it still! Thank you so much deviantart! I'm going to go and try answer all those lovely comments now, but watch this space for another set of beautiful works by the talented writers of DA. I love going through the lit section of this website, there are just so many good writers! :hug:
Its been a long time since I've been on dA. I've been ill, busy, then ill again, then short on cash, and finally ill once more, just in time summer. Thankfully I finally have a month off. Its time to take a nice deep breath, and enjoy the sunshine, do some writing...and enjoy these beautiful works down below.

Thank you guys for being so wonderful. :heart:

[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
descending
down
your throat
to weigh down
lashes
into leaden eyes--
i am the
moon: lover
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
twinkling dance--
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of their
secrets.
you're alright.
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
rues)
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
pearl,
looking dead--
and dead altogether,
i still die.
now i see the stars.there was a time when i
couldn't catch my breath whenever i
thought about you , (crippled lungs and-
boy, you hit me like an asteroid,
there's a crater on my chest now that I can't ever seem to fill,
even with
oceans of my tears cried on
nights when you couldn't be there to sing me to sleep.
thirty two poemless days after you joined the constellations,
i walked out into the yard and howled to the empty sky,
and
for a moment i was Gaea, rivers running down my cheeks,
weighted to the ground and
buried in myself, but
where there is no light there are no shadows, and
sometimes, i wonder if i miss me.
yes, yes i do.
i may not see the moon, but
i always was the girl who danced with thunderthey've issued
a flash flood warning
and i am thinking
about our legs
tangled like tree
roots beneath the
sheets.
the screen door
doesn't latch anymore
and the wind is
trying to tear it
away and i am
listening to it
scream and hearing
you say my name.
the roads are wet
and treacherous and
all i am thinking about
is you and your
wet lips slippery tongue
roadside teeth in my
skin and the sky is
falling down around
me and--
--all of these warnings
are just another metaphor
for you.

olivearmies march in time,
shouting and stamping
into Vietnam swamps
with booming voices
and dirty boots.
a soldier can't keep up,
falls to the side in tall jungle grass
and vomits out his homesickness
into the damp shrubs.
grenades crescendo
while the American girl
giggles and taps her nails
on the grimy paint of the bar,
chewing the toothpick
of her martini.
outside, leaves curl into mulch,
and summer shrivels
like a rotting pea pod.
Tutelary's Untangled QuiltTutelary's Untangled Quilt
Pull God's filament
till stripped phantoms ascend in 
unveiled firmament.
.green children
force themselves
up and out
of their beds -
the sun smiles,
and reaches down
to embrace them
Of Chocolate Frogs and Pepper ImpsAges ago, life
was breathed into stone; he seeks
the timeless reward.
In darkened halls an
evil lurks; sweet child, dare not
look it in the eye.
And even on the
brightest eves take heed, beware
the night’s palest face.
In the wake of death
there is rebirth, though hardly
in equal measure.
The future foretold
is valuable but must be
bought through sacrifice.
We know there is strength
in numbers, the enemy
is informed as well.
Peace has high costs, paid
gladly for the greater good;
friendship conquers all.

<da:thumb id="461835136"/> jackal grinMy orange peel
lips split: the beams
are sun-steeped
chrysanthemum,
a deck of cards
sprawled across
nana’s worn porch,
and fingers weaving
through grass blades
when the light is
soft and warm.
(have you f
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yet)
I misspelled our love, and that's where we went...I always thought I was a sparrow, nesting in tomorrows like the moon would drop from her orbit and gift me firmer ribs. I thought men and love would fall from dimples and roses, but I found out they drop much like you: unceremoniously and jumbled. They break  wings… and god, the sound… but I guess they sing as they work, and that’s got to be well-meant.
So I fondled November like it fondled me, caught it early in the middle of snow angels and hayrides so it could feel the unexpected earthquake of ‘molested’. The world strung me from those letters, giving the past not only a face, but a name, as it bent gravity over horizons ‘til I could only see his toes. I puked a watercolor of someone else’s impact, and maybe that’s the worst: not knowing if I’m the one moving, or if you’re still writhing inside me like worms and April rain.
the definition of dangerhe is alabaster porcelain;
only so many heaped spoonfuls
of disappointment in a china        
cup                                 he is smoke he is mirrors;
                                    here today, gone tomorrow
                                    he's nothing more than a
he is icarus incarnate              well-designed party trick.
he believed he could rise above
us rise above himself -
poised to fall                      he is a stardust sunburst.
                                    one moment, a flare of beauty
 

Paper TownsI found you in innocent parks
next to a rotting corpse.
We passed each other in hallways
mirrors directing our course.
I pulled you out on a night of adventure
I vanished out of sight.
I loved you forever and always
I just wanted to watch the lights.
You searched my trail of fragmented clues
and saw the hearts of your friends.
You stayed in empty buildings just like I did
but I laid in towns that paper penned.
The hunt warped the world in glass,
gave you eyes to see truth
My strings broke,
you felt the grass,
and we saw each other in cracked submarines.
Because for all your hopes and wishes
only the finding found me.
weighted down1. I am sixteen, suddenly.
I have grown up without anyone
telling me. My car keys rest heavily in
my palm. Each new college I hear about
rests heavily on my shoulders. I am
not sure how much longer I can take this,
all this extra weight of responsibilities, of choices,
of the future I’m not sure I want to have.
My skin feels stretched across my body
in places that don’t really make sense.
I still feel too big in every bad way—I’m
afraid I always will.
2. My first boyfriend tells me he
thinks I must have bits of the
universe inside of me. I try not
to get offended: I know he means to say
that kissing me is like kissing stars,
and that I hold the secrets of creation
inside my soul, but all I can think about
is how huge the universe is.
3. He breaks up with me at night.
For hours, I lean against my truck in
the driveway and look at the sky.
Stars are cold and distant,
I realize. The universe is big
and lonely.
4. Someone in my philosophy class tries to tell me
that
In TimeI wait:
      underneath my thoughts, 
blood pulses 
through its riverbeds.
One day,
      tears fall into dry banks
and mountain
memories fill them.
Lost and FoundHe has prayed as much
as he said "I love you"
in both cases
they were inaudible
Occasionally you can hear him
when he traces the outline of you
similar to the way
a stroke induced December
remembers to speak spring
like he's seen you before in his dreams
You can hear him
when his eyes linger at your smile
as if he could find faith
from your light
trapped, imbedded in insecurity
his way is a broken record even the deaf could listen to
He will not say I love you
not because he doesn't
but because you can not hear a man
you have yet to meet
but when you do, oh god, you will be brutally aware
Because with love like his
you could drown twice
and not want to come up for air
She speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
apologises
for speaking at all.


All because somewhere in her life,
someone she loved broke her heart
by ignoring
her beautiful words
and telling her to
shut up,
keep it down,
nobody cares.


People aren’t born sad.
We make them that way.
So I come back to deviantart after a really bad case of bronchitis, and find the nicest surprise ever! Another DD? Thank you guys so much for the messages, all the love and awesomeness! Special thanks to hopeburnsblue and GrimFace242 for the feature, I can't believe it still! Thank you so much deviantart! I'm going to go and try answer all those lovely comments now, but watch this space for another set of beautiful works by the talented writers of DA. I love going through the lit section of this website, there are just so many good writers! :hug:

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UntamedUnwanted

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I am a twenty five year old tree who likes to dream about Van Gogh's canvases in real life. I love whole milk, and never get into bed without bed socks. My favourite place is the space under my desk that serves as a fully functional panic room from time to time.

Favourite writer: Oscar Wilde, Neil Gaiman, Germaine Greer.
Favourite poet: Sylvia Plath, William Wordsworth
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Nothing Lives Foreveri.
When you were a child, we would sit on the porch to talk about your day. And sometimes, we would find a dead bird, or a frog on there. And you would ask me about death and why it happens, looking at the poor creature in my hands, its life cut short and touch it tenderly. I would always say the same thing.
Nothing is meant to live forever, my dear.
ii.
The school called me in on your twelfth birthday and asked if I had known how clever you were, that your test scores were the best in the state. They asked me if I knew I had a genius child on my hands who grew bored easily in class and tended to distract others in his classroom, sometimes causing arguments, fistfights and could manipulate his classmates into doing anything.
We don't think this is the school for him. He needs to be challenged appropriately.
iii.
You fell in love at seventeen and she was lovely. Kind, caring and beautiful, I couldn't ask for a better girl for you. She was our neighbour
ObsessionIt takes 14 minutes and twelve seconds to walk to your home from mine every day.  Your mother never fails to smile at me when she opens the door. I never fail to notice that it doesn't reach her eyes anymore.
You leave your door open an exact two point three centimeters. I don't think you do it on purpose. There is something wrong with the wood that has left it that way. I pause one foot outside the door and listen to you cough, trying to determine how sick you feel today. I hate that every time I think you are particularly ill, I am always right.
Six months, seventeen days and fourteen hours. That is how long its been since the doctors told us you had an illness. I sat there with your parents, listening to a man who said words like 'terminal' and 'leukemia', and counted the number of times he said 'patient' as if it were your name (Seventeen).
The blood bank says one unit is four hundred and fifty milliliters and I watch as they put the needle into my ar

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NotOnlyShadows Featured By Owner 3 hours ago  New member Student Writer
Just came here to say I love what you write and the way you do it. I will love to know your opinion about the thing's I write, but I only write in Spanish, so... But if one day I decide to write in English I will love if you see it! Anyways, have a nice day♥
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Crystal-Magic13 Featured By Owner Aug 10, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Hey you. :hug:
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SlyJakRatchetGamer Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Your journals are so breathtaking... I keep sighing when I read "Never Let Him Look South West." The words are beautiful. I love how you mended two words together to create a whole new meaning. Though my own words couldn't explain anything as gorgeous as you do. Keep up the magnificent work! I just ADORE your poetry, my fellow writer and artist. :)
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katlynrule Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2014  Student General Artist
hi. viewing your gallery is just. ugh i don't know. wow. just wow. the disney series,  it brings back so many memories i didn't know i have. really. it's amazing. i enjoyed it so much. thanks a bunch! :)
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EH-Fredwell Featured By Owner Jun 29, 2014  Student Digital Artist
OMG ... I just see your art and ... WOUAWWWW ! It is so amazing, so beautiful ! How something like that can exist !? I am in love ... Really, it is wonderfull ! Your Disney series ... I want to put them all in my favourite ! Thank you to share your amazing work and well done ! 
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chelleface90 Featured By Owner Jun 26, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Welcome to After-Ever-After!! :hug:
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday, darling girl. :heart:
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signalspells Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2014  Student Writer
Happy birthday!
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zumiezdragon13 Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy bday^^
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SoundSaviour Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday! birthday cake 
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