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For My Muse by xxacexofxspadesxx, literature

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For My Muse

I’d paint you a picture. If only I could, But I lack the skill. It makes me sad, Creasing frown, Brows knitted tight, Because I want to paint for you, And I don’t know why. But I do, Though I don’t know you. You deserve paintings, And sculptures, And intricate serenades, And photographs More illustrious, Than the ones I would capture, On my camera phone. You deserve to be immortalized, In myths and in legend Passed down in a whisper Around fires at night, From the old and the wise, To the young and the passionate. You should be painted, On vases and clay pots. Your name should be spoken, With soft reverence. You should be a

Fairy Dance by xxacexofxspadesxx, literature

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Fairy Dance

Snow does not fall, Like rain to the ground. It dances, Enchanted, And flitters around. Each snowflake a fairy Inquisitive and smart, But still friendly, And innocent, As a young child’s heart. They follow no course; Have no destination. They descend from the sky. Thinking only, Of how they’ll fly. Down, Up, This way, And that. They’ll land amongst friends No matter where they rest At the end of their flight. And for fairies. To be amongst friends, Is enough.

Coffee Shop Crush by xxacexofxspadesxx, literature

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Coffee Shop Crush

I wonder if he wonders, If I'll be there today. I wonder if he gets a little excited, When new customers come his way, Because he think for just a second, That they might be me. I wonder if he's ever disappointed, Whenever I seem to miss his shift. Somehow I truly doubt this, Even though I wonder every day, If I'll get the chance to see him, To speak with him, To try and dig up the courage to call him by name. Even if it's only for just a moment, It's one of my favorite times of day. But I know better than to think that he wonders, Because I'm just a name scribbled on a coffee cup.

Revisiting the Sidewalk by xxacexofxspadesxx, literature

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Revisiting the Sidewalk

We just keep watering pavements, And hoping that something might grow. We've been expending all of our energy On the things that we think that we know. The sky is blue; the grass is green. But is it robin's egg, or baby, or sky? And could it be olive or Kelly or lime? These are the little things we never seem to see, Just like if you looked closely you'd be able to find Life is already blooming between the cracks on the pavement. And if the grass is greener on the other side, Then is the grass on this side Ochre? And are the wildflowers that sprout just weeds, Or are they something more beautiful? Perhaps, they are a testament,

Death's Doorway: Epilogue by xxacexofxspadesxx, literature

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Death's Doorway: Epilogue

***8 years later*** Kate sat at her dinning room table with her laptop sitting in front of her along with quite a bit of paper work. There was a knock on the door, and she was about to get up and open it before Luke stepped through the doorway. "You knocked?" she asked in disbelief, eyeing him slightly. "I couldn't find the spare key." Kate couldn't help but smile as she rolled her eyes at him. "So where are we going tonight?" "Linda and Christopher Erwin's," she started as she pulled a small binder out from under all the papers. Opening it, and indicating to a printed copy of an email she continued, "they've been experiencing everything

Death's Doorway: Chapter 26 by xxacexofxspadesxx, literature

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Death's Doorway: Chapter 26

"Are you sure your up to this?" Kate looked at Luke, who had asked her the question. She sat in the passenger seat of Luke's car, which was parked outside of the ever familiar cream colored house. She nodded. She'd been in the hospital for about two weeks now, and currently she was just glad that she wasn't still there. Luke had called for an ambulance immediately after she'd passed out. From what she was told, she wasn't doing pretty well when they brought her in. They'd even told Luke that if he'd have waited even two minutes that she wouldn't be here, and since then he'd been almost as much of a nervous wreck as her mother was. There w

Death's Doorway: Chapter 25 by xxacexofxspadesxx, literature

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Death's Doorway: Chapter 25

The elemental started to thrash around violently. Luke lost his grip, and stumbled backwards, and Kate had managed wriggle herself out of it's grip. Stepping back she made her way to the middle of the hallway. Luke followed her example, and met her there. "Care to fill me in?" His eyes were fixed on Kate. She kept her eyes on the elemental, which now appeared to be writhing in pain. She was still very out of breath, and her head started to feel like it was about ready to split open. "Paul's gone. He crossed over." "And that's a good thing?" She nodded. "It needs a vessel. A ghost that it can posses. It comes from a completely different w

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Aug 26
United States
Deviant for 12 years
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About me.... Well if you really must know! I love scary movies, comic books, staying up late at night, the smell of old book stores and coffee and rain. I drink tea and eat scones, while enjoying a bit of classical literature now and again. I want to be an anthropologist because I don't understand the first thing about my own species. I write with a quill because I think to much of the past is gone. I am stubborn and strong (though I'm beginning to think they might be one in the same), and try to be brave, and analytical... And with all that being said I still don't believe I have 'me' completely figured out yet!

Current Residence: Arizona
Favourite genre of music: Alternative/Indie
MP3 player of choice: IPod
Favourite cartoon character: Too many to choose from
Personal Quote: "Just Keep Living"

Favourite Movies

Stardust

Favourite TV Shows

Fringe

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Weezer, We the Kings, Owl city

Favourite Books

Harry Potter, Cirque Du Freak, Pride and Prejudice, the Mortal Instruments

Favourite Writers

J.K. Rowling, Darren Shan, Jane Austin

Favourite Games

Kingdom Hearts, Mario Kart

Favourite Gaming Platform

Wii

Tools of the Trade

Pens (of multiple colors), Laptop, Quill, random, pencils (also of many colors), etc...

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A variety of things.

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xxacexofxspadesxx

Nov 27, 2012

...I promise I'm not dead...

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I just have a billion and one things that to do.  A note, this account will mostly be used for just uploading poetry now, and I write that very sporadically, so sorry if I seem like I'm never on.

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Jan 10, 2012

And 2012 begins at last!

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So 2012 has just begun! And everyone is making resolution and figure out exactly how they want them to shape their year. And me, being the ever pensive person I am decided to do some work on my 2012 resolution as well! So, here it goes. This year, I resolve to go chasing after butterflies. Now let me clarify by saying that I don't mean literal butterflies, though that might be an adventure in itself. No, this year I simply want to try actually listening to my heart, and trusting in my intuition. I want to live, and love doing it. I want to stop over thinking everything, I want to not always take the most logical approach, and I want to do the

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Dec 14, 2011

So...it's December now...

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And I really don't have much to write here actually... I mean I haven't been inspired in the way of poetry too much as of late. My monthly Styx doodle will come out when I decide what I want to do with it. (I might draw two this month because I have quite a few general ideas... now only to get a more solid well thought out one.) The pet project I mentioned in my last journal is on a bit of a hiatus... I turned into this long project I'm just not int the mood to tackle right now I suppose. But naturally a new project has taken it's place, and I'm just kind of winging it with this one. I have characters, and an overall situation and the rest