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About Me Member Self-proclaimed Genius ThimbleIsland20/Female/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 5 Years
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The Charles Anderson BridgeOne day I will go to her            feet uprooted and covered in loam,  
without my body  
                              bloated  
like it was in the spring  
when she shivvered  
          under my buckeye tree  
and threw seeds at passing cars.  
 
She used to think that she could see  
           The Charles Anderson Bridge
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August...August After Coming Out of the Forest   
Cicadas whir and wind down, their electrical buzz like a hand-cranked flashlight, bulb fading to an orange ember when fingers pause, stiff and cramped. Pupils open, raw dark bullet holes that she’s always been tempted to thrust her fingers into. She probed a hole in a sand dune once with a sunburned finger, face stiff blistered skin, lips salted, tasting of seaweed and blood. She was eight then, and the stinging bites of sand fleas bothered her less than the 27 mosquito bites that peppered her legs and she counted every night before she fell asleep, but the charge of a three inch crab, his cl August...
by ~ThimbleIsland
She Ran Into the MountainAlex bites off the heads of soldiers and rabbits,  their necks snap wetly in her jaws, stick to her teeth.   
Hair and fur gather in clumps on her tongue, yellow  and warm against the bony roof of her mouth.   
She flosses her teeth with lengths of barbed wire,  spits blood and grayed mucous onto her feet.   
Her veins are like wires, blue and bending against bone.  They cross and twist into knots between her knuckles.   
Once, she tasted like the sugar rot of compost; thick  and fermented, a sticky slime clinging to my fingers.   
We sat in her attic bedroom on hot Fr She Ran Into the Mountain
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Punkinspring,  and you  plant your seed.  Rains taper, and  you watch carefully  during those first eight weeks.  As my flower blossomed, your  seed nurtured in my fertile womb,  you fled.  Ran through the thick iron gates  that protected my garden, left them ajar   
and  summer  nudged its way  in, left me parched  and exposed in its  unforgiving light.  Though  by August the days became  cooler, and left me exhausted.  Just a skeletal frame now; bearing  boldly the fruit of your plunder, my soul.   
Come  autumn & Punkin
by ~killfreethings
Chocolate Covered RodentsMy momma always said,  “Life’s like a box of chocolates,  you never know what you’re gonna get.”  and I always used to say,  “Momma, what was life like  before they put chocolate in boxes?”   
About that time there was this little girl.  In a strawberry cream square  she found the skull of a rat.  It must have snuck through the clockwork  of that factory,  
the one up on the edge of town   
where the squatters get high now.   
Her neighbours said that she cried  all night for weeks on end.  They say that’s what drove her mother out.  And her teacher Chocolate Covered Rodents
by ~treefingerer
ThisThis exists  On cockleshells and mint julips  This runs madly in the opposite direction  And tiptoes through the tulips   
Pretty maids dance  
Tra la la la tra la la, and prance  Through mazes unwinding  
Binding themselves to the walls   
And all the while the rain still falls.   
This exists where others dare not to tread,  And where shepherds gather their flocks  To silently eat their cold hard bread.  And locks upon their faces hold.   
But damn me to hell if I be so bold. This
by ~justanotherfish
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Long absence

Thu Mar 24, 2005, 7:11 AM
I haven't been writing or posting anything lately, I know. However, this is not because of a lack of interest or anything of that nature. I've been sick, actually, with a "childhood illness" (I am almost 21) called Sydenham's Chorea. I've had it about 4 times and it has taken a huge psychological toll on me this time around, because quite honestly, I didn't think that I would ever have to deal with it again after the last recurrence that I had in high school. It's rather debilitating.

So, I have a few poems written that I want to post, but first I think I'll poke around and see what everyone on my watch list has been up to. Hopefully I'll get back into the swing of things quickly.
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  • Current Residence: Pittsburgh, PA
  • Interests: surrealism, dada, formalist poetry, animation, industrial psychology, zombies
  • Favourite movie: Kill Bill (vol. 1&2), Boondock Saints
  • Favourite band or musician: Tori Amos, Rasputina, ThouShaltNot
  • Favourite artist: Yves Tanguy
  • Favourite poet or writer: Rebecca Seiferle, Ayn Rand, Tristan Tzara
  • Operating System: Windows XP
  • Skin of choice: I like mine *pets her arm*
  • Favourite game: Chrono Trigger or Poohsticks. The jury is still out on this one.
  • Tools of the Trade: pen, pencil, my amazing brain

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~verilyartwork Jul 17, 2009, 6:22:41 PM
well, hello

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the only thing lady luck gave me was an STI and a death wish.
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~Dizzman786 Jul 17, 2009, 7:48:14 AM
Do you translate Ghazals as well? I might be misunderstanding what you mean when you refer to your poems as ghazals. To me, ghazals are poetic lyrics usually in Urdu or Farsi, even Arabic. In any case, I like your poetry.
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=le-Rosemont Jul 17, 2009, 6:05:24 AM
I think you're possibly the first writer I've found on dA that has more than one good piece to offer. :)

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you had a way so familiar, but i could not recognize, cause you had blood on your face; i had blood in my eyes.
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=mode-de-vie Jul 17, 2009, 3:50:59 AM
Congratulations on your Daily Deviation! :) I've placed a link to it in the sidebar of my journal page.

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~LikeTheAshesOfFlags Sep 27, 2008, 8:42:16 PM
Amazing work...

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Gallery: ~LikeTheAshesOfFlags

Zomg. It's like, nudity:
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~misssamy Sep 21, 2008, 6:34:24 AM
hey i got really impressed by your knowledge about ghazal and it's rules.cause somehow it is a really important part of my country's literature. i just got curious to know from where did you get that information about ghazal? it was really interesting for me! and i was wondering if we can talk about this. your works are really good!
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~nevermoregraphix Sep 17, 2008, 8:28:46 PM
You are a terrific writer! I cannot believe that you only have 1k pageviews!!! The world needs to read your poetry!! Fantastic work!

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"Framing a print without a mat is like going commando, it may get rid of a few lines, but it's tacky"
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=olieviya Sep 17, 2008, 5:04:15 AM
I very much enjoy your poetry.
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~KawaiiNoraChan Sep 17, 2008, 4:02:44 AM
Hey, congrats on the DD! You definitely deserve it!

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And you thought your world was weird.
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*neonxaos Sep 16, 2008, 11:16:27 PM
I am watching you immediately. That way, when you get famous, I can say that I was one of the first to spot you, and then bask in your glory by proxy. With poetry like yours, it will only be a matter of time.

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