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i am rising like magma, ancient yet at the same time brand-new i can't believe that i was still here, all along - i am tapping on my keyboard once again, yearning to dust off nylon strings and burn through the skin on my fingertips, warm my vocal chords, dip a paint brush into the brightest orange you've ever seen and let decade-old soundwaves bless my ears i'll believe that dormancy isn't in my nature but i am awakening, i am stretching out my molten limbs, and i cannot wait to taste the ash
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6951 deviations
Literature
2023
i am rising like magma, ancient yet at the same time brand-new i can't believe that i was still here, all along - i am tapping on my keyboard once again, yearning to dust off nylon strings and burn through the skin on my fingertips, warm my vocal chords, dip a paint brush into the brightest orange you've ever seen and let decade-old soundwaves bless my ears i'll believe that dormancy isn't in my nature but i am awakening, i am stretching out my molten limbs, and i cannot wait to taste the ash
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6076 deviations
Literature
A Study in Mascara
Mommy is short and thick with wide hips and a wider bosom, complemented by the way her hair cascades over her shoulders and frames her chest with dark curls both slick and wild. She has child eyes—because she is scarcely a grown-up, but I have yet to learn that—and laughs a lot, easy and loud. When I'm sad, she hugs me close and tells me that life isn't always fair but pain is important. She tells me when I'm angry to think with my head first but always trust my feelings. And most importantly, she wakes me up every morning with breakfast and tummy tickles.
In August, the trees are gold, and she paints them on her big canvases tha
inspirational
212 deviations
Literature
Individuation
I.
I have been broken handed in a dead forest
ash coated
with my feet sunk into a cataclysm of ants.
I, bare souled,
have cracked + cratered + crunched
a dark, dry cloak
of crisp + desiccated pine.
I have spread my arms
to the bright wilderness sky
in the black of the new moon.
II.
In March,
I began to draw an arrow
first from my mouth, where it had pinned my tongue.
Pus+blood ran down
my chin + my hand
the half crown of dawn
shows the fletching’s gone dark in
the
DLD or DD suggestions
15 deviations
beautiful
243 deviations
Lit Loves Vol. 54
living ink by thesquareroot (https://www.deviantart.com/thesquareroot)
planchette.pariah by nosedivve (https://www.deviantart.com/nosedivve)
prometheus 1997 by 007-seriously-serial (https://www.deviantart.com/007-seriously-serial)
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without a sound by silvernium (https://www.deviantart.com/silvernium)
cement by Eefera (https://www.deviantart.com/eefera)
Technotelepathy by OneWithTheStars (https://www.deviantart.com/onewiththestars)
to you, my ghost by 0hgravity (https://www.deviantart.com/0hgravity)
Journals
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other
60 deviations
Literature
wanderlust
i was all sex and stitches
with every color on a TV screen;
(and between me and you)
your teeth, your tongue,
your ferret-hands and knowledgeable mind--
they scared me.
the foreign worlds beneath your skin:
the contortions of your spine and
organs;
you wanted to conquer; to claim
and plant a flag--
and i--i wanted cancer
tubefed
34 deviations
emoticons
8 deviations
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