Rhyming Rivers and RainI hope to start submitting my poetry to DeviantArt again, and to keep up with it more thoroughly. For now, I'm an avid blogger. If anyone is interested (or bored enough) my blog address is:
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Water HousesIn the dark afternoon of butterflies, I stood in the grove, waiting for you My love, you wore a mask that I did not recognize It seemed indifferent, yet terribly warm And I, with the butterflies, am fluttering insideWater Houses
Cool me down in the water because it is not far from here But it is dark The glassy surface has swallowed many before me But I don’t mind, love, no, I don’t mind Do you?
Or, if you prefer, we could find the glade of silver trees and reach up to the leaves together, on our toes And
by ~Nimianne
Swans in the EveningTumbling down, clusters of light find their way into the green sea of silence There is a perfect house here, sitting somewhere between the golden hour and the tumbling waves of darkness, where the stars start up their conversations and tell the stories of their lives— stories rich with love and loss and how they all join up to burn together until they burn so brightly that they burn outSwans in the Evening
We, the true romantics get lost among them— we get caught in their deep blue nets Because they sparkle more than anything our eyes have ever come to behold A
by ~Nimianne
The Golden HourBut didn’t you forget, my dear that eloquence is happenstance— that resting is not part of love— that coming down is not the goal— that living up is full of hope?The Golden Hour
We carry ourselves in brilliance, my dear, in the light of a thousand suns and moons We carry ourselves in dreams, my love, with hope inside all fears and doubts And we have ghosts, even in the sunlight
I find my words sharp, in my mouth like candy shaped in soft sweetness I will carve out something beautiful for you I will carve it from the greenest boughs You will hear it through the
by ~Nimianne
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Good morningby ~Espirito
Understanding CorruptionA Basic Understanding of My CorruptionUnderstanding Corruption
A basic understanding of what I have to do and what I have done.
“Heaven uttered a curse they day I was born”
My birth cry resonated off of walls
built to seal and prevent my departure; but I entered this world in my mother’s arms- and may exit
Without breath, with white bread in hand. Pharmacy pills in place of candy hearts: Chocolate filled morphine treats. Sedate and sugar me up, I’ve got a sweet tooth for numbness.
And beauty is waking up with a face full of morning after a night o
by ~oddity07
Madamoiselleby ~LuVi
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- Current Residence: mmm, midwest
- Interests: art, photography, poetry, music, opera, vegetarianism, travel, baking bread, love, coffee, yoga
- Favourite movie: Sin City, Last of the Mohicans, LOTR, Animatrix, What Dreams May Come, Star Wars
- Favourite band or musician: Counting Crows, Brenda Weiler, Ani Difranco, Dave Matthews, Nickel Creek, Jack Johnson, Brahms, Rach
- Favourite genre of music: angsty rock, acoustic folk, dramatic classical, choral, opera
- Favourite artist: too many to name
- Favourite poet or writer: Dickinson, Poe, Yeats, Dylan Thomas, Tennyson; Robert Silverberg, Patricia McKillip, Sharon Shinn
- Favourite photographer: Joyce Tennyson
- Favourite style of art: absolute realism, surrealism, some impressionism
- Personal Quote: "Art is the capacity to re-experience one's innocence."
- Email: Kadiya_dm@yahoo.com
- AIM: sarudulin
- MSN: Kadiya_dm@yahoo.com
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