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acousticyour soul is an acoustic
black and white picture
movie reel
captive sunlight
never yielding to release
giving shadows a new taste
of elegance, quiescent
the tranquil luminescence
that can trap a heart
in the photographic emulsion
or celluloid undertow
of slow motion
just as flammable
as a subtle combustion
kindling a rustic tongue
to move a languid expulsion
ladened with sorrows
carried like crystal shards
in a humble sun catcher
hung above a familiar window
prizing inconsequential matter
into flecks of golden dust
reminiscent of
beauty and
The Witch's Admirers   Simple etiquette
Simple breath
   and simple needs
      so sweetly
so neatly
would never
for another space to be.
Dreams, softly
but fruit is costly
and bones are far from rot.
      Why do you burn me,
for perils I have with fraught?
(~ frightened by the powers, that we have not ~)

Expunge    It starts like the bristling detachment of Velcro or the arrogant snap of a rubber band on your wrist. The cringing, ripping sound, the reflexive quick sting, ringing vibrantly on in the moments after. Like a bell that tolls a beat of hours that is overlooked in the passing, then counted by recalling rhythm afterwards. Instinctually, you want to keep going, keep climbing, over rubble and debris. The day has long since ended as you move through stark jagged blackness. You check the breast pocket of your jacket for a match. You strike the little brown line, once, twice, three times and light the now apparent hallway. The match burns down to your fingertips and dies. You let the remnants of stick and ash fall on the floor of the thick carpeted rug, decorated like elevator music, and see that your panoramic view of atmosphere stays alight, and right in front of you your eyes are beholding a door in your path.
    You can’t open the door by force. Your elongated appendages, unique
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Concerning past and future Deviations

:bulletred: Alot of my deviations are now in storage. What's available is what I am most proud of.

:bulletred: Chapters previously shared from the stories I wrote are also now in storage and have yet to be completed.

:bulletred: New Deviations: Inactive most of the time.

Music I ♥ ♪

Novels in the Works

:butterfly: Grave flowers
WIP (not available on DA)

:butterfly: Veritas (Untitled)
WIP (Storage - inactive)

:butterfly: The Dragon's Accomplice
WIP (Storage - inactive)

:butterfly: You Don't Work Here Anymore
WIP (Storage - Completed - Editing - inactive)



Favorite Quote: (one of many)
"Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, an afternoon that is so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four, five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps 20. And yet it all seems limitless." - Paul Bowles

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I've been pretty much MIA for a year. I see that a lot has changed, like this status update widget! I wish I could say I've been super productive, but times are busy. Hope everyone is well. I'll be trying to check in here or there. If any of you are still around, leave a comment! Tell me how you've been, and show me something that you've made in the past year. I'd love to check it out. Happy Holidays Deviants. =) I'll see you around.

While I was gone - Features

Journal Entry: Wed Nov 19, 2014, 7:47 PM

Turquoise and Black Divider by AudraMBlackburnsArt
portrait by yavuzselimturan The last Days of Summer by DanieOpheliac I'll be okay, just not today. by DanieOpheliac Portrait by yavuzselimturan
Forgotten Haunts by CaitlinHackett Spot by AmCreationss Day 73 - Miss Owl by MonsterBrand
Gella i Gaya by Anhen Sweetest little doggie wip by Zindy  Siostri by Anhen
colonial by SuzyTheButcher Agustina by dark-spider tomorrow by FleurDelacour THE BAD LAST HOUSE ON THE LEFT by LEQUARK
Twisted - v. 2011 by diegoidef THE MOSS ON THE TREE BARK by M0THart Crown of M o s s by Archaical february song | it was by popoks
Hunted Unicorn by CaitlinHackett tremulous motion by popoks
Being Undead by MonsterBrand Big Bang Baking (Endless Book) by dinabelenko SAYS by M0THart
Betrayal by DavidDeb The Trees At Shorne by Nigel-Hirst She was an Assassin by MonsterBrand
Know yourself by CherishKay
Prelude       Nocturne;
I conjure the moon
as dusk crests,
       a wave across the sky
       I am lovely and lonely in
       the night, shadow-
       shackled to the mountainside
and the moths
unfurl their hamsa-wings as
mama calls me in.
A Mechanical Watcha mechanical watch, maybe
I picked apart in my last dream
it slid back on melting ice
all figure eights like dust
moon-spun out in front
of the house I’m not afraid
to die in
                 tonight, anyway
my handwriting changed often
and I felt cold when I wasn’t
close to you—this begs no
Small TownI was born in a town between
sleep and insomnia
and they taught me to walk quietly
so I wouldn’t wake the dead.
I nod along and watch my step
but I don’t have the heart to tell them
that the dead dance on hillsides when the moonlight is cold
and it’s the living I’m truly afraid of.
to the girl with hungry footstepsI'm sending all my words back
to the people who need them--
people who wear scars like
war trophies, like jewelry, like
an identification for those suffering
from the same acceptance of
self-hate. this is to the people
who sleep with one eye open, who
cry when footsteps enter their room
at night; this is to the girls
who love by cutting their hearts
into snowflakes and watching
them melt. I left you behind and
I can't be sorry for that.
you are the type of beautiful
that kindly asks the world
to fuck off. the days we buried
have decomposed, headstones are
snapshots; sanitized breakdowns,
rusty tongues, sighs laced
with fear, I love you, I love
you. saturdays were the best
because we could sleep through
the nightmare. you painted me a
picture of the world with your words
and they made us wash it away
for being transparent.
we were afraid of nothing
but the monsters in our eyelids.
back then, we counted days
like shooting stars; it took 67
to wish myself away. this
is for you, skygazer;

             like phantoms
                                   cross our paths
unseen                       except
             for their effects
                             every poem begins with sometimes
every dream begins with maybe
degenerate aestheticOut all day carving
windows into the sun
to see the sky fill
with newborns making
labile signatures. Another
fleet of events & causes
and you lose your neck
in the coming together
of psychics & almanacs.
For you alone, a sculptress
tills the surface of the
oceanic and to you alone,
the abyss comes forth
in colors, in flowers,
like daughters having been
given astronomical names.
Here, a quiet of nitrogen
diffuses pacific laughter
over brick houses that
should have been glimmers
in the mist kicked up
by our revolutions, but
navigating your skin was
such a pleasurable divination.
I Mean to Get You AloneYou have sharp
pulse-elevating teeth
the stuff I imagine heart attacks
are made of
I'm bent on selling you a handful of smiles
specifically crafted
to distract you from the fact that
I have almost nothing to say
and now you're steering this conversation
in a direction that suggests you've
forgotten that I
don't watch movies or do much of
anything but work which maybe
explains why one glass of wine gets me
wrapped around you
car to streetlight
crash style
mangled limbs
breeding curious onlookers and my insurance has
you're leaning in and all I can think is
I don't have insurance
The Girl Who Was Afraid To BeShe speaks to me fondly
of passions and talents,
of guitars and stars,
with such breathless intensity
then stops short and
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.

Infinitepart ii.
I locked you in my closet,
in the recesses of my mind.
I kept you in the dark, 
I kept you in the stagnant, static,
strangling air for what seemed like
years because you couldn't
remember what day looked like anymore.
(You would sit facing the wall,
scratching letters into the paint,
nails curling and cracking upward.
You wrote
"I love you,
I love you,
I love you," over and over until
you would bleed from your eyes
because you couldn't
keep them open anymore.
That paint was toxic.
You fed off the fumes of dried
polymer and you were so sure that
if you tried hard enough
the words would go through
to me.)
It must've taken months.
The world traveled around the sun
like you traveled around me,
hovering from a distance
so that I wouldn't burn you.
They all say that it was my
gravity that pulled you
toward me, but it was always you,
part i.
They say love is blind and I believe it.
But we didn't start out
loving each other like we do now.
PorcelainAn array of beautiful disasters
should she fall, she shall break.
Double NegativeI have never loved you.
I did not love you from that misty
September morning when we met.
I did not love you the first moment
I gazed into those saccharine eyes.
I have never, in fact, loved the roughness
in your soft voice when it says my name.
I have never loved the look on your face
when you smile over your bagel at me.
I don't love the cocoa streaked in your hair
or the way it ruffles its feathers upright
when you fall from your warm bed-nest,
half asleep, vulnerable and shy in the morning.
I do not love you.
I did not love you in that very moment
when your breath snagged against my lip
as it finally brushed yours - no, I did not.
I did not love you the first, second, or last time.
Listen to me carefully, my sweet -
I have never loved you, I will never love you.
I will not love you until my very last breath
and the absences of breath beyond that.
I will never love you for all that makes you
the warm, compassionate fighter in my corner.
I won't accept you for all your innocen

Turquoise and Black Divider by AudraMBlackburnsArt
I hope you enjoyed this lovely collection of art as much as I did.

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Question for those of you still watching - are you guys still active on DA? 

6 deviants said I'm Active! (comment) :eager:
5 deviants said I'm not active, I just like answering polls!
2 deviants said Who are you? (if you're wondering) I know, I've been gone a long time. =P


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aerendial Featured By Owner 2 days ago
thank you kindly!:thanks:
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Thanks a lot for adding me to your watch list! :hug:
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Thanks for the rewatch <3
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LadyLincoln Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for :+devwatch:ing, I appreciate the support!

With love,
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:icongwomp: thank you kindly for your support :iconrbheartplz: 
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