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Anime-girls2

Edits

52 deviations
Literature

Storyteller

Silver blue eyes looked up and watched bloody feathers dot the surface. The red became diluted then was gone, but still more feather and then full wings fell. Suddenly a body fell crashed and sunk in to her depths.  Anger coursed through her as she rose out of the water.  Her body formed form water its self but her eyes were crystal clear and unchanging. "Enough!" she yelled and the ocean turned and tossed around her.   Suddenly water spouts formed and the feathers stopped falling.  She glanced around  before descending in to the water depths again.  She went to the body that was b

Storyteller

3 deviations
Literature

I am just..

I am just who I am. I am a poet, a writer of works touching the surfaces and ink appears. May it be walls, desks, tables, or paper. Moving vividness into life, from mind, fantasy landscapes into space. Moving emotions in to see-able readable language, translating the heart, painting in to color. I am a poet, my heart and blood, the inherent color of my ink My movement graceful, my speech broken, in lines tilted and slanted but, light as if I am my own quill. I am a poet of nothingness creating realities with simple drops. I simply am...

2011-2012

5 deviations
Literature

Change and I

Looking out a crossed the bay she sees the fog that blocks her heart.  You stand there  I stand, a ghost... Slowly calling the power of her, she draws it aside only to fall back in horror and in fascination. Wolves howl in the forest behind her calling her back, yet the ravens fly ahead calling back for her to follow. She stands on land and on water both grounded yet not there. Follow or stay i want to stay with my loves of the past.. but.. i want the warmth again... Ahead is the possibility for love for life for summer and passion, for that is the land of summer. Here behind her is winter and fall cold yet oddly warm and comfortin

2010

13 deviations
Literature

So it is hell

Here i sit, my fingers tapping away. So it is hell, the starting way, perhaps i could say off all my nightmares, all the troubles and hurts iv collected, or the pain my once friends and friends have caused. But in truth my hell is much worst for me then that. I was stolen away from my hiding place that laid in the shadows. I was tough to laugh and stand the touch of  another. I was forced to see that i am wanted, i am needed, and i am loved, an not alone.   So now perhaps you see the hell i live in. The hell were you are no-where close to touch but far enough i can hear you. My hell is simple for ever year,  

2009

20 deviations
Literature

Pain.....Cursed.........

Searing pain, my heart screamming in my ears the lost hope of see ones i love people i trust with my life people i love in ,really, anyway my heart feels like its being broken in to a dust being denide the chance to see thoues i love my brothers...my friends... My commrads tears sting my eyes yet i will not let them spill, in stead my lip almost bleeds from the constend pain of holding them back I blast the music to feel the air and sound waves cours throught my body and type every last ounce of feeling down. Do they know my pain? No denide to see ones i hold so dear 1 out of 1000 people the nubers so hard I see Them... ev

2008

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Dear jon

RAndom

14 deviations
Looking Up

Traditional Art

6 deviations
Literature

thoughts

Perhapes dit was the dim lighting durring the day, or the wooden rafters above my head, but the cafe seamd like it belonged to some type of story. Rather then to the real life situation in witch i wrote down the thoughts that crossed my head. Really yes, in witch the exact momment the thoughts entered my frountal cortex and lobe i was sending signall to my mortor cortex to move my fingers in a way that would run around the keyboard to form letter and then words. Manily in the for of really really long sentances. IN short and to get to the point, i am a dreamer, a wrighter, a child... Of sorts... What that implies is the fact that my mind

Scraps

4 deviations