*{When it comes to taking pictures, usually the way light hits something is what inspires me. When it comes to poetry, it could be anything - I just sort of grab it out of thin air and jot it down.  }* |
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And then she burned away.I watched that note burn away.And then she burned away.
My nose scrunched up when the melting ink hit my nose, and my eyes strayed every few moments to watch weightless ashes float away. Something tight constricted in my chest the longer I glared at the burning paper. I shoved my hands into my jacket's pockets; damn, it was cold.
The silver charm, I already threw away. Meaningless.
Not in the trash, but at the tree where he always stands. I wanted to scream myself hoarse when he did it, but the school was empty. Sound travels - people would wonder.
Then again, I didn't care what people thought. That time was diffe
by ~Fallen-From-Sin
Ready.Coat my dreams with sugar-sweet memories of us sitting on the moon, the stars twinkling like a thousand wishes...Ready.
But only one "I love you" still burns in my mind, like a flame on a candle's wick, melting away rational thought, and leaving its mark neither kind nor harsh
just there flickering in its never-ending reminder.
I grip your hand ready to take firm hold on life, about to jump into the thick pool of confusion and fear, with an excitment I cannot place. I'm ready to throw everything
into the air, knowing it might
by ~Fallen-From-Sin
Angels Don't CryWings so gentle soaring high above depth of sorrow knows no bounds as we fight for one anotherAngels Don't Cry
Fateful goodbye is now for when you return, I might be gone brushing the sky with those wings that will not leave my soul
Because angels don't cry.
Listen, hear that soft breeze as it whispers its love and stories to me. Forever fallen, never once risen. I cry out to a life once lived...
Wings of a fallen angel missing, yet I feel them brushing my heart and lifting it to the skies from whence you came
Silver hue as
by ~Fallen-From-Sin
My December DreamStretching out to our moonless nightMy December Dream
Tangle of limbs falling to our safest shore
It's so quiet I can hardly breathe
It's so right, being you, being me.
{Do you ever wonder where we're going now?
Do you ever think that maybe we're going down?}
This dream is always breathing back to life
Wolf's long winter, howl's forgetful strife
Empty branches brush the window pane
They're left in the cold, we're barely sane
I want to be with you
So forget your one-track mind
There's only so
by ~Fallen-From-Sin
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ghost.-ghost.
i think i need you more than i need my lungs or my pelvis, my wrists held together by clamps
spinal cord tapping out lines of dreams, heart murmuring nonsense
i need you more than ever, now that the tide is all around me, moon cool against my skull.
when we first met, i memorized all your strange ways until they felt warm and comforting as blood
sat near you, listening to the sounds at the back of your throat, eyes alive with a fever only known in the windpipes of a comet, the appendix of a mirage
slowly coming apa
by *rottenpeeches
Forgive me, my mind is scattered... 
Distracted
Not to mention tossing ideas around for requests in my spare time. However, this doesn't stop me from posting random poems or pictures...selective memory, guys.
Sorry if I'm rambling, this journal is my procrastination from making a schedule and getting ready for a Darien-filled visit...Oh, by the way, since I can't ask for a critic because I don't have a subscription (might get one after Christmas passes), anyone is welcomed to comment on my Deviations and give me a few tips on how I can improve them. I'm not sure if I'll be able to add them to this season's workload, but they will be fixed in the near future (like January...maybe...)
Then again, I've had them for about three or four years now...Oh well, I'll just have to wear my slightly-baggy ones for a while...
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| Yo. There is never enough room on signatures for some of the world's most awesome quotes, so I shall litter my ID with these precious few: "This isn't funny! The voice says I'm almost out of minutes!!" ~ Cas "So...it's your last night on earth. What do you plan to do?" - Dean "I was contemplating on just sitting here quietly." - Cas ~Dean and Cas "Maybe...but today, you're my little bitch." ~Cas again "Eat it, Twilight!!" ~Dean Darien: "Why must you draw Kiwi looking like a devil? And why Stella a noodle??" Me: "...You expect me to draw a badass dragon for Stella? Besides, Kiwi conjures up the dead. She deserves to be drawn devilish." Dad: “Well, I’m about to put my Broncos shirt on for the game.” Me: “Better than putting on your Broncos bra.” Dad: “...You weren’t supposed to find out about that.” "Hey guys." - Anna "OH JESUS!! Why don't you ever call??" - Dean "....I like the element of surprise." - Anna ~ Anna & Dean Rudy: "So how are you?" Me: "Up until I saw your face? -- pretty good." Me: “What if it’s broken??” Darien: “Well...we could always hit each other with it.” Mom: “Do you wanna go to hot tropic?” Me: “You mean Hot Topic?” Darien: “What about hot chocolate?” Me: “Where should we sit?” Darien: “That table by the spiritual section. Not the “Koombaya my lord section, but the freaky one.” Darien’s mom: “If someone gave you a million dollars to leave the country, would you do it?” Darien: “Hellz ya! I’d just move to Tennessee or something.” Me: “Wait...what?” Darien: “Isn’t Arizona a country, and, like, USA a continent?” Me: " Paige said let there be light.” *switches on light* “And there was light. And it was great.” Darien: “Darien told Paige to shut up. And she did. And it was great.” Darien: “Your mom!” Me: “Your face!” Darien: “Your face’s mom!” Darien: “Are their burgers really that great?” Grady: “Yeah, they really are.” Darien: “Like, orgasm-inducing-great?” Grady: “Oh yeah.” Darien: " Paige...let’s go to White Castle.” Me: “Someone’s knocking on my window.” Tony: “...is your door locked?” Me: “No.” Tony: “Okay, lock it and get the heaviest, wield-able object in your room.” Me: “..my TV?” Tony: “I said WIELDABLE.” Me: “Uh, yeah, that would be my TV.” Me: “Well, you know me, Ms. Sincere, teen by day and heartbreaker by night.” Darien: “The moon is in Uranus and Venus is on PMS so there’s a better than average chance of a German Shepherd peeing in your backpack…” Darien: “C’mere, Spencer.” Me: “Wait, isn’t your dog’s name Baby?” Darien: “Yeah, but she pissed me off, so for now she’s Spencer.” Darien: “Are you a guy?” *pendulum on board goes to YES* Me: “Are you shitting us?” *goes to YES again* Me: “Where do I come in?” Darien: “Well, I was going to have you as a back-up singer and you could be like ‘aaahhh!’” Me: “WTF are you talking about?? I meant the story!” Darien: “I thought we were talking about our band.” Me: “What band??” Darien: “Oh…so that was a dream.” Me: “Wait for the room to stop spinning before I answer.” Darien: “But Paige, how are we going to get inspiration if the room stops spinning??” Me: “He can’t be pant-less in front of God, Darien!” Darien: “That’s why he has man-thongs!” Me: "I CAN'T SEE MY PANTS!!!" Mike: "ME EITHER!!!" |
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- Current Residence: Apparently Valencia, Spain
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: medium
- Print preference: colored ink?
- Interests: Writing, photography, being outside, animals
- Favourite movie: Titanic
- Favourite band or musician: Death Cab for Cutie, Three Days Grace, Paramore
- Favourite genre of music: pretty much anything will do
- Favourite artist: anyone on my watch/friend list :)
- Favourite poet or writer: I have favorite books, not always authors.
- Favourite photographer: I have lots on this site :D
- Favourite style of art: Photography. So much can be said in so little.
- Operating System: PC?
- MP3 player of choice: iPod touch!
- Shell of choice: one painted with the colors of the aurora
- Wallpaper of choice: wolfish
- Skin of choice: for MY skin? My own.
- Favourite game: When it comes to sports; soccer and hockey
- Favourite gaming platform: anyone can kick my ass at video games - except Darien's brother
- Favourite cartoon character: Balto ;P
- Personal Quote: "Let's make beautiful messes together."
- Tools of the Trade: Imagination, creativity, a camera :P
- Email: earthshine16@hotmail.com
- MSN: earthshine16@live.com
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