| Well lets see, I drink too much tea I watch too much History Channel... and Degrassi My mood is in a constant flux between rage and euphoria. My life goals include: fist-fights, bar-fights, bull-fights and world travel. I like lots of things that I don't feel like listing. For further information. Call my toll free number... or you can always just speak with me. Things You Can Call Me: A Ginger, A Badass Motherfucker, An Underachiever, An Amateur Music Appreciator, God's Filthy Excuse For a Female Things I Aspire to Be: A Decent Human, A Renegade of Funk |
Newest
12.our friction starts from the sound and moves to my mind intoxicating senses fading heightening and polarized the pages of musty winters ripped from my mind spilling across the floor like forgotten waves of shivers12.
now green new night green its like a dream
me in a moment
summers heavy heat is slow and filled with love my speed is measured in knots now
I can taste the sea
bitter and saltdried
it coats my mouth and I want more
Planted in the dim light
I am growing in shoots and tangles rhythms tattoo burning lightly on my s
by ~lesucredepasteque
Favourites
dotty, cross-eyed, and sewn upWith Cupid's astigmatism, i've read the letters of your name on the Snellen Chart; i've read your pretentious love letters to Everybody, and i'd respond in person but i'm Nobody; and quite frankly, so are you) i can tell what you mean when you say it's (not} your fault– and how;dotty, cross-eyed, and sewn up
you preach all about:
a lie for a lie; an eye for an I, when I stands for* Irony
and
in vehement indifference, i squint to see your name laced in the Devil's patchwork, embroidered in my strabismus; while my opt
by *ChloroformBoy
When we were BirdsWhen we were sparrows, we perched on barbed wire fences made of dessicated bones and separation: cotton from orange groves from overgrown fields of kudzu from faded barns sagging from wet wood.When we were Birds
When we were osprey, we crouched between cypress knees, boney feet threaded with the mangroves and watched the light wake of the air boats over the sea of grass.
When we were burrowing owls, we squatted on barren earth like new Americans moved west. All we found was dust.
by ~sacred-tomato
Watchers
Webcam
deviantID
Devious Info
- Interests: Literature Theatre Having Red Hair Cooking Outdoors Mythology
- Favourite movie: AmoresPerros Amelie BladeRunner Mirrormask
- Favourite poet or writer: Nabokov Brautigan e.e.Cummings
- Personal Quote: "When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro."
G.deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
You are a talented writer.
Your writing is like a nostalgic, sweet-smelling tropical breeze. Its hazy, drifting, low, low, low. An aesthetic reminiscent of such bands as Ducktails, Real Estate, perhaps even Silver Jews.
Don't stop writing!
--
more drugs less love
and, lol thank youu so freakin much for the watch/fav!
--
there's a crack in
e v e r y t h i n g
that's how the light gets in
"woah, gravity
stay the hell
away from me."
(and I'm a red-head fan too
--
the truth is that the lies are the reality. Connection is comprehension.
--
"Here's to the creation of meaning!"
~ Lou King
--
love your underlying evil personality manifested as a being of similar nature out side of your existing body
There's a fine line between your friendly neighbourhood superhero, and your friendly neighbourhood psychopath
And many thanks for the welcome
--
Project Maverick is an atypical literary magazine looking for submissions.
If you are a poet, prose or article writer looking for a chance to have your work published, visit us here: [link]
--
"millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon." -susan ertz
--
"EMPRESS of Art, for thee I twine
This wreath with all too slender skill.
Forgive my Muse each halting line,
And for the deed accept the will!"
--
Love without pain isn't love at all.
Previous Page12345...Next Page