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Beneath the gentle breaths of snow flurries and grey skies
Trek across the contents of my mind
Follow the footsteps preserved in perfect snow
Headset forward
Or you'll be walking in circles
Watch the moon wane
Frozen toes
Bleeding nose
Contact,
You're melting my eyes like ice under the belly of the hot sun
Barrier in the silence
Static in the air between us
Then a crack
As quiet as a deer's crunching hoof in fresh snow
But like a wolf on the prowl
You hear it
Sense it
Break it down
You followed
You found me
I'm yours
You're finding me in Siberia
Bringing me back to life
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Oki so little poem I thought up there, creative juices have been flowing. Symbolism behind the poem, Person disconnected from the world, alone, isolating themselves not wanting to get hurt, opposing person finds them and stubbornly persists untill they melt the icey exterior hence winning over that person. Yay for happy poem (even if it doesn't seem that way) lol
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In other news i'm working on a pinup zombie girl, A hunter/army/idfk what she is girl, and a mermaid (mainly bc my friend is getting a nautical tattoo and he wanted me to help design certain pieces of it) so hopefully I can post some images for my peoples here yay getting back in the grove of the DA.
I also have been adding a lot of DA users to my watch list because I'm just finding so many talented people with intriguing styles an ideas so yay!
i believe that tis all
p.s. I have tha best boyfriend on the planet that is all
<3
Trek across the contents of my mind
Follow the footsteps preserved in perfect snow
Headset forward
Or you'll be walking in circles
Watch the moon wane
Frozen toes
Bleeding nose
Contact,
You're melting my eyes like ice under the belly of the hot sun
Barrier in the silence
Static in the air between us
Then a crack
As quiet as a deer's crunching hoof in fresh snow
But like a wolf on the prowl
You hear it
Sense it
Break it down
You followed
You found me
I'm yours
You're finding me in Siberia
Bringing me back to life
__________________________________
Oki so little poem I thought up there, creative juices have been flowing. Symbolism behind the poem, Person disconnected from the world, alone, isolating themselves not wanting to get hurt, opposing person finds them and stubbornly persists untill they melt the icey exterior hence winning over that person. Yay for happy poem (even if it doesn't seem that way) lol
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In other news i'm working on a pinup zombie girl, A hunter/army/idfk what she is girl, and a mermaid (mainly bc my friend is getting a nautical tattoo and he wanted me to help design certain pieces of it) so hopefully I can post some images for my peoples here yay getting back in the grove of the DA.
I also have been adding a lot of DA users to my watch list because I'm just finding so many talented people with intriguing styles an ideas so yay!
i believe that tis all
p.s. I have tha best boyfriend on the planet that is all
<3
Revisions
Okay so after two and half hours of going through and deleting and scraps and cleaning up my page I am finally finished! :D
:squee:
I'm super happy.
Hopefully I can get my scanner working and post a few of my paintings and sketches i've done recently.
<3 love you guise :3
Devious Journal Entry
I'm trying to delete some scraps and other things on my page and every time I delete something it kicks me back to my profile and I'm getting very stabby over this.
They need to have a delete option in a side bar to make cleaning up your page really simple.
Come on DA you can do better than this!
A yawning arch in her back
Thats the line that races through my head every morning i wake up and stretch.
Guess what im doin?
Gettin my poetry on
and getting my drawing on.
thats right... creative juices are flowing crazy again.
be jealous.
This all seems like a bit of a storm in a teacup
1.Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
book: My Booky Wook- Sentence: (his own dad had died when he was seven), was a sporadic presence, affording me cyclonic visits at the weekends. He would invariably arrive late, to find me ready and waiting for him, all dressed up and mummified in my duffel coat-
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.
Hit my monitor
3. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
Haunted? Animal planet
4. Without looking, guess what time it is:
7pm?
5. Now look at the clock. What is the actual time?
8:07
6. With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?
the football gam
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yay happy journal