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Lost by aavalokiteshvara, literature

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Lost

Could life hide life? She is of my flesh, of me. Could the sky hide clouds, And the sun shine black? Would crows drop and canned worms crawl; Do dirty fingers poeticize me? Tell me now, please - Where have you hidden the apple core? Come...come share a bite with me Or not? Not like that? NOT like that!! Knots like that, she bound herself around me Now he, Re-reflected Re-re-reflected A sparse nibble, break in the sky You'll go dark and tell her lies I don't know her I don't see her I think for the love of God, We're free of her...

Untitled by aavalokiteshvara, literature

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Untitled

The purpose, lost, bad taste, rotten apples No pleasure, no point. Don't know, don't know. Just a feeling, or a shade over all reality And then, when all is said and done, what a bucket full of lies! Hence skepticism Hence an unwillingness to perform, Which, through it's rejection of actions becomes lazy, And in it's laziness forgets its reason And without reason cannot justify itself... Hence shame, hence ugly, self-recrimination

For You by aavalokiteshvara, literature

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For You

I woke up this morning Breathed in the cold air of yet another day Ready to face my demons as I got dressed... All for you. I put my past behind me, Faced my every fear; I opened up the deepest of my mind, body and soul And filled my entire being with love... All for you. I shut down a side of me I didn't think I could Cutting all ties to the psychosis I had developed The relationships, the abuse, the pain. You uncovered a new person and a clean slate And I only want to better myself... All for you. The urge to become a better person Has pushed me to the edge And to trust again and have faith in something. The suicide attemp

Fastidiousness by aavalokiteshvara, literature

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Fastidiousness

I don't want to die I want to vanish To rewind reality and undo my doings I want to innefectuate everything And strip reality of all signs of me A poem that efficiantly disturbs the mind... That's not life There's a poem with broken rhymelets, Liftle-loved lovelies Luck-lost horseshoes And you, always you I don't want force feeding, Or second-hand masticated tuna I had you, I have you, I'll have you.

Soul of Vengeance by aavalokiteshvara, literature

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Soul of Vengeance

Feelings of deception Days of misconception To come home and find you there Is something, these days, is too rare I don't understand the things you do I break my back every living day for you! Still the lies, Making me cry All the while I walk these miles With blisters on my feet Yet you continue to cheat These feelings of hate These moments of fate Are ticking away All hours of the day No longer can I take it I've got to make the hit I reach for the drawer This soon will be no more The smooth steel, cold on my skin As I contemplate this scarlet sin You stand by the door Then hit the floor In this moment of bliss I gi

Joviality by aavalokiteshvara, literature

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Joviality

The world... So am I The rain whipped in the wind The rip in the tear Sunshine on red wood White and blue checks of heaven Clock tick – tocks Hold, heart, hold Half now ahead, Tick, tock Dime by dime Earning time Line of limes Step right, left, straight, square Hope is the smell of sweet rosemary Love is of the gold, The red lust in your lips Home is the slow warmth Of silk purse.

Savoring the Moment by aavalokiteshvara, literature

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Savoring the Moment

It’s 3:00am and I wake with surprise, breathing very quickly and heavily, almost gasping for air. I feel unusually hot, and am drenched with sweat. Then I realize that sweat doesn’t come from your tear ducts as well as your pores. Some sweat, some tears. This is odd, I think to myself. Which is which; I wouldn’t know if it weren’t for the fact that I not only had blurry eyes, but also burning cheeks. My cheeks always hurt when I cry. Partially because of my sensitive skin, and partially because tears are more concentrated than sweat. But what could have awoken me so violently I do not know. No dreams, no noises, no interru

Your Divinity by aavalokiteshvara, literature

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Your Divinity

These tears, they seem like years as they pass me by. I sit and wonder what possesses you to stay: the how and why… The unexplained has always tugged at me unmercifully. But for now, I suppress my obsessive curiosity with painstaking ease, The racing of my brain yearns to cease; And you – with all your power and majesty – Just sit back and smile, always at peace. My own eyes burn green for you, Out of envy for your tranquility you’ve so successfully dominated. I can’t figure out what makes you so grand… The touch of your grease-stained hands, The sight of you strolling across my land, Ever so nonchala

The Crimson Lyricist by aavalokiteshvara, literature

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The Crimson Lyricist

Autumn terrors rip through my heart As do universes tonight, becomes torn apart I say “I can’t breathe”, you reply with a stare “My love,” I beg, “Please come home…” I stand tied, yet you do not dare Slipping through the cracks of my tightly clenched fists Your disease eats through to my core, Celestial demons infect it all with their kiss And I continue watching you, Your every move trembling me whole… Bound by my words, nailed to a cross, I mourn your satin lips, screaming for my loss Sil’ vout plait, run in my shoes; face my decade-strong fears, Just for one day, take hold of m

Tick, Tock, Tick by aavalokiteshvara, literature

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Tick, Tock, Tick

Time is nothing Ambition is less Life is a wonder Death is wonderful A cup of tea would be wonderful A sea of cups would be just that Life is so free and flippant That commitment to a difficult position, Hard, wrought constancy, Is a beautiful thing, But this is not that. And those hands are clay Those hearts hollow Those eyes dark I see you now, With my eyes wide shut.

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When A Day Was Long by aavalokiteshvara, literature

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When A Day Was Long

When a day was long, the tears streamed down my face in constancy When a day was long, the marks on my back Burned with the fires of hell... The days when alcoholism, death and corruption were my only friends. When a day was long, we'd walk hand in hand through campsites, Write each other letters, and hold our love closer than ever. When a day was long, you'd call me in tears, Reading holy scriptures and telling me wise words... Then I cried, while I lied on the floor, Trying to hold to the one thing I had left of myself. When a day was long, we were in love. You told me you loved me, And how beautiful life was because I held it i

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Current Residence: Auburn, Wa
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
Print preference: 5x7
Favourite genre of music: Pretty eclectic, though I'm leaning more on rock and alternative
Favourite photographer: Not quite sure yet...
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Ipod, computer
Shell of choice: A durable one
Skin of choice: My own

Favourite Visual Artist

Steve Hanks

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Tracy Chapman, Tool, Alice in Chains

Favourite Games

Hm...FFVII, I know, it's everyone's favorite, but it is a good one...

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS2

Tools of the Trade

Pen and paper

Other Interests

Music, writing, reading, photography, babies :)

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aavalokiteshvara

Oct 16, 2008

Blah

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I'm so uninspired. I never got around to writing anything for the birthday contest, which I was really looking forward to... though if I get the time and the peace of mind I'd still like to write it, even if the contest is over. It was something I really wanted to do, ya know? I think it's been over a year now since I've sat down with a pen and paper in front of me to write anything half decent. Good lord it's sad. I just have no inspiration. I see plenty of amazing work here on DA, and it's somewhat motivating, but it just doesn't give me that nudge that I've been looking for. I have so much going on it's like I can't even concentrate on wha

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aavalokiteshvara

Aug 13, 2008

8th Birthday Contest

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So... StJoan (https://www.deviantart.com/stjoan) is hosting a contest to write something on what it was like to wake up on the morning of your eighth birthday, to celebrate the 8 years of deviantART. I really want to join and I've got till the 31st to write something, so I think I shall. However, it will probably be interesting to have to dig that up, being that was the year my mother died. She died in February, and I was expected to be happy and celebrate my own birthday 3 months later without her...it took a lot out of me, I remember being very overwhelmed. We shall see how this turns out, maybe I won't disappoint myself after all. :)

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aavalokiteshvara

Aug 9, 2008

Sofyne86

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Hi, it's Meghan. Just a little notice to those of you that might want to know who the hell is randomly watching you and all that good stuff. I'm transferring my work from sofyne86 (https://www.deviantart.com/sofyne86) to here, and deleting that account, I was having some personal issues and it seemed easier to just delete the whole account than continue to battle with it. So, apologies if any inconvenience comes out of this, which I'm sure it won't. So, here I am again, and I'm hoping to become more active in the DA community, it's been a slow process and will probably keep going slow being a mother of two small children under the age of 2. :) Thanks for checking up, and pl