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they(?)
from blue emerged
you
and you asked me
to identify
the part of me
that is a trick
question
question,
what is a/gender
me?
i'm not so sure
this dys-
phoria/flora/
fluorescent lights
and some days
i can't say i'm sure
i'm even a person
call me she they he
call me whatever
no
one ever calling
what does it matter
i feel like such a
cliche
i'm a clicking ballpoint
no ink except for
what they gave me
they
what's in a name./
what's in a noun./
pro-
logging every instance
where i can't see
what i should be
who am i?
who cares?
all these labels
stuck to me
masking tape on an
identity i have barely
bared
even to myself.
disaster
is a better fit
than
girl
but at least when i am she
they are calling me
at all
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iv. untitled
bubbles spirit through my brain
      and i waver -
                       eighth note mysteries
                       floating melisma with the waves;
spirits bubble through my frame
      and these ghosts have been absent
      such a long time
                          and these ghosts have been
                          echoing
                    echoing
               echoing
a glimmer of freedom,
the lid of this mirrored pool
reflecting something                                reflecting something
new      
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iii. a dandelion love story
i.
(i am) a twist
of curling leaves
aimless as i wander,
in a woodland drift of forever
yearning
(alone)
for some grove or thicket
where i can take root.
ii.
(you
were) a glimpse of the sun,
a clearing in the
dark.
both light and shelter
yet pausing here was futile,
(not for me.)
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ii. wry smiles over ristretto rhythm
bleary eyed and (y)earning
dollars through my day
a caffeine hurricane
is my existence,
all shuddering and
a wake-
(order) up, call
their bluff and give a glass
call them slim, call it skim,
it's all full cream
on the figure
weary sighed and stumbling
footsteps headed home
and we repeat
ad infinitum.
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i. i live in the light, even without you
having collected dawns
for as long as i can
remember
the days that come now
with the sun on my lids
and hope underneath,
no memory of how
they arrived;
the days that come now
seem out of place.
having collected dawns
for as long as i can
remember
it is a strange thing
to live in the sunshine
without your light
to bless the morning.
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s(moth)er (wings)
i-
home is where the static is
                                     & i am where the static lives
ecstatic                                                                    
              white noise bats
            in the attic of us
          (s)wallowing,
        hollowing out open mouthed
secrets
& i've always wanted you
more deeply than i'm willing
to admit
ii-
& i'm thinking baby, 
touch me:
every inch of my body 
                               is (nerve) 
         
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ever in the making
/ and one morning i will wake before the sun / and one
morning i will wake before the sun and kiss your eyelids
awake / i will kiss your eyelids awake and curl us
further into the disarray of our early morning sheets /
be my breath, enrique / be my air and i will take your
breath into myself / and i will take your breath into
myself with the promise of a lifetime in our ebb and flow
/ count milestones with me, enrique / you fell to slumber
counting breaths, now help me / help me count the
mornings and the kisses / help me count the rays that
cross your eyes / count daytimes and night lights and
milestones across the years / and with the promise of a
lifetime in our ebb and flow we will grow / we will grow
and twist in the silences and cacophonies of our world /
we will grow in one another / build a home with me,
enrique / in one another we will build homes and gardens
and tangled bedsheets / build a home with me, and with
the quiet brush of skin across skin, one morning will
become all
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genesis, us
you create me new-
fangled and wanting,
with the breath of dawn
suppressing our glowing
screens
you create me anew
in moments and in days,
distance nothing more
than a leap two souls
will once day
bound
you create me new
smiles that are just
ours and just hours
of it, even when our faces
fizzle into pixel
particles, it's
us
you create me in new
connections and nude
confidence, we shake
in tandem and your hand
is (in) mine,
always
and
you create me a new
foundation standing
on brittle ground,
and you are solid.
and you are a
constant.
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fraudian (slips, landslides, baby steps)
prologue.
i meet naked eyes in the mirror.
don't look down, don't look down.
sometimes it feels as if the weight i carry
sits in layers, memories that unravel
as my gaze glances.
slide eyes downward, 
take the plunge.
i. wishful innocence
twelve years old, 5'4", 
60 kilos of never-thought-about-weight
and mother speaks to my bikini-clad body;
"why don't we go on a diet together?
just a couple kilos off, 
and we'll be perfect."
mum's been dieting since forever,
you name it, she's done it. 
she's 56 kilos, 5'3", 
and it's never enough. 
this is the first time 
she's tried to pull me into her world, 
but it will not be the last.
ii. between worlds
at thirteen my face lives blemished 
and i wear my curls in a scraped back bun 
because the uncontrollable frizz
embarrasses me.
i compare myself to my classmates,
straighten my hair and learn
to hold my stomach in;
thinner than one,
but not another.
i don't l
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s/e/(au)x
soft lashings strapped to skin / demure slip into
frame / i want impression stained hips / leaving a
dress without skeleton / hellion with cliff-hanging
breaths / my throat catches what you drop / and
digging is trapping / trapping is freeing / holding
you close / in a strapless grasp / can you feel
your heart in your esophagus / the way our lips lap
in duo?
/ /
vague flesh altogether connected / fling clothing
into tandem absence / pull bodies closer to home /
feeding a delicate balance with gasping / with
clasping / and i am all filled shudder / and you curve
dimpled moans / our beat thrums everywhere, there /
our breath catches behind teeth / and, carelessly
bitten, settles in between / we are held /
we hold.
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xix/era
i.
enrique,
we are halves
come together
at last.
we are (w)hol(l)y,
hands outstretched
and clasping one another;
you are
(all).
ii.
nineteen (love) letters
for nineteen's nineteen years
building a man
from the ground
up.
creation gloried
at your genesis.
iii.
rivers run,
blurring ink
and testing resolve
but you,
you are the steady hand
at the center of the world.
iv.
i fell in love 
with my best friend.
v.
quiet moments
played accompaniment
to our courtship
of torrential words,
sweeping the current of
your form;
you are monumental
and unprecedented.
vi.
unravel your mysteries
spool by spool
(and i will unravel mine),
let us whorl them
into the foundations
of our lives;
vii.
enrique,
walk with me
always.
/
viii.
realisation strikes
a constant joyous hum
and i know
i am so utterly blessed
in you.
ix.
all along,
loving you was
an inevitability.
x.
faltering faultlines
never posed a threat 
to you;
you stitched schisms
into scratches in
nights blinked sleepless
at
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a.iii
xiv.
and if you have a minute
i'll take you somewhere
only we know
trace the lines of you
with saviour,
etch faith into your ankles,
and fold upon your hips
origami
xv.
love,
growing in
intricacy with
our years
xvi.
a blessing
unparalleled,
you wreathe miracles
through all;
all are made greater
for having loved
you.
xvii.
now listen,
my cosmonaut,
for these are things
i need to tell you:
xviii.
i find safety
clasped within
the galaxy 
of your arms,
forever painted
as constellations
at the corners
of your mouth.
xix.
zenith soaring
ever skyward;
enrique,
you are forever
(tr)a(n)scending.
chalking heavenly
fingerprints
over my so(u)l.
walk with me
always.
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r.ii
viii.
realisation strikes
a constant joyous hum
and i know
i am so utterly blessed
in you.
ix.
all along,
loving you was
an inevitability.
x.
faltering faultlines
never posed a threat 
to you;
you stitched schisms
into scratches in
nights blinked sleepless
at my side.
faith unwavering,
fists at the ready.
xi.
all along,
you were piecing me 
(back) together
with an artist's precision.
xii.
enrique,
you are the solace 
found within murmurings after dark
found within mutterings by sunrise;
you are the home 
i never dreamed of.
walking heavenly
footprints
over my so(u)l.
xiii.
light has faded 
and words are heavy;
this is where
you found me.
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e.i
i.
enrique,
we are halves 
come together 
at last. 
we are (w)hol(l)y,
hands outstretched
and clasping one another;
you are
(all).
ii.
nineteen (love) letters
for nineteen's nineteen years
building a man
from the ground
up.
creation gloried
at your genesis.
iii.
rivers run,
blurring ink 
and testing resolve
but you,
you are the steady hand
at the center of the world.
iv.
i fell in love 
with my best friend.
v.
quiet moments
played accompaniment
to our courtship
of torrential words,
sweeping the current of
your form;
you are monumental
and unprecedented.
vi.
unravel your mysteries
spool by spool
(and i will unravel mine),
let us whorl them
into the foundations
of our lives;
vii.
enrique, 
walk with me
always.
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knots
mama,
i've always tied myself into knots
that bent double to please you;
when you shook i would shatter,
a frayed child waiting for the next
night spent sleepless
by your side.
mama, i used to climb trees to escape,
armed with a book and a knife i'd climb
and i never knew what i'd do if my weapons
were required but i kept them close
just the same.
i used to climb trees to cry
because you always told me
my tears were by design
but they always escaped me
like rats fleeing a doomed vessel
and i would never
have given permission
if they'd only stopped to ask.
mama,
i've always tied myself into knots
that bent double to please you;
when you break, i'm there holding
the pieces of you
that held me when i was small
and mama,
you've no trees to climb
but i'll help you leave
if you ever need
to go.
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ophiuroidea ~ astray
'love is a two way dream'
          in my case love is only a one way street
& i still can't tell which one of us
                 is going
the wrong way
                 
           damn it
                                        i missed my turn
    i need to get out of this fast german car
                                   & off of this endless fucking freeway
we'll collide
     killing everyone on the road with our pile up
  no survivors
        leaving only devastation
 crushed like recycled aluminium cans
          compressedintocubes
 'i love you'
   
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fallen angel's smile
inhabiting mitsuko is more than tantalizing; 
finding my inkwell sister
delivers me into her derangement 
her insanity truly my clarity
but today i am anna:
bereaved, unstable
and trains,
let alone those of thought, 
are nowhere in sight
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Untitled
I covered my head with rosemary—breathed them so far in, I planted a seed and the seed did grow, and feast, in me. I held myself like trees and tried to grow fingers, and feelings, but the sky wouldn’t keep me safe—stone shoulders and calling names who would not hear, knees soul-stained and dripping with the phantom touch of you.
Be the lightning in me, and forgive the fire, for I thought I’d roast my ribs to black—a soul-eater, and a thief to such small sympathies… but it’s okay, love, it’s okay: be you here or there, your home is now inside me, and I will breathe you safely.
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Obsession Shifting (006)
A study in obsession
with things we couldn't touch,
we lurked just inside the shadows
the school awning lent us
and watched the sun rise.
The mornings
after a full moon
were always easiest for you;
you told me stories
with almost-relaxed hands
as your tongue
curled around words
like I could respond,
like you didn't leave me mute
when you left me bleeding.
One small dandelion bloomed
just past the edge of the stoop
and you,
with a grin
that was mostly human,
plucked it before the sun peaked
and tucked it
into the tangles of my hair.
I learned that morning,
with your palm cold
against my cheek,
that you weren't only 
made up of nightmares--
that I wasn't only
made up of numb skin.
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between my vertebrae, you are (cemeterial)
oh, these writers never speak; they
claw words out of bird carcasses,
poets pecking viscera like necropolitans.
they count their ribs to remind you
of a corpse or of a matchstick. dry bones
between fissured wrists & funeral pyres,
these have been dying days &
they're all mortuaries.
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A fleet of 'maybes', a navy of 'what ifs'
We were ships passing in an open bay,
our red sails melting like an eclipse;
in that moment, we filtered out all light
and let our eyes glow from beneath our lids;
but moments are fleeting and ships pass
and our anchors drop in the close embrace
of other harbours.
 
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Falling Stars
and the stars
fell from their rivets,
striking countless
hopeless romantics
square on their heads.
they try to toss
stars back to the sky,
not wanting to lose
the magic of falling.
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Bitlets 153
What I am and was
I am because of
how you see me.
What I will be
is an escape artist,
a Houdini.
I will be
how you see me
changing.
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The Human Shark (Observant)
Seattle's eyes
    are still fractures
hanging sea-side.
    Rioting to be saved. 
    The Human Shark
        devours the ferry-boat
    aggressive, dismissive. 
Bards on hook at the bay
    playing their yellow
    belly hawk strings
to 12 men
cheering on
    the shark. 
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Calender Man
My steps
ask me why
I tread. 
I've been
dead for a full week. 
My arms are x's
and my elbows - checkers. 
I only see tomorrow.
I only think about the microwave
when it screams
for me to stop. 
My lisp is chewy,
quick-line subscript
to match the scribbles
speckling my elbows.
"Hello, sunset.
My steps are heavy."
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September 2014 Feature: wildfirepen
:iconwildfirepen:
It's feature time! And for this feature I'd love to present one of my best friends and one of the most fantastic writers (on dA or off) I've ever had the pleasure to read: scheherazades.
I met Tori last April when we were sorted into the same cabin for Camp NaNoWriMo. Everyone in that cabin is completely fabulous; we spent hours chatting, doing word sprints, and sharing our novels with each other (and we still do). I've fallen in love with every single piece, poem, scene, and story Tori has ever sent me. Her first drafts read like published novels, her characters are fascinating and well-rounded, and stories heartbreaking. It has been an honour for me to read and edit (although it's so hard to edit her stuff considering its PERFECTION) her novels, and I hope to continue doing so in the future.
Unfortunately, it's a bit unfair for me to praise her novels so much because she hasn't posted them to dA, so they aren't available to any of you guys. :( However, she doe
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i hear knives in the wind
something in the timbre, tall       heat,
sugar licking palm fronds        fat cats
sweltering sundays.
wash the salt; wash the afterburn    it
isn't
            like we planned       you never
say the words        plain, only      
                                                   mm        
mm if we ever      could we maybe stay
we always tried but couldn't        shake
the open space  we make   the world a-
nother shape     as we stand among the
timbertall       sugar licking palm fronds
fall.
                                   til heat escapes.
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interlude feature xiii
"heartbeat"
:pointr: varðeldur by sigur rós :pointl:



The greatest self is a peaceful smile,

...that always sees the world smiling back.



quote by bryant mcgill
Please be kind enough to :+fav: this, so that more people will see it!
And extra special feature today as it marks my third year on this account. Thank you all for the support and the inspiration. Still going strong since '11! :love:
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sophia, from new zealand. asexual human, she/they pronouns. in a constant state of picking up the pieces. in search of resolution or definition. could possibly be a word-mad unicorn, analysis pending. previously susurrousity.

BA (English/Psych) | Barista | Chorister | INFP | Feminist | Survivor | Writer | Human

"Life is mainly froth and bubble
Two things stand like stone —
Kindness in another’s trouble.
Courage in your own."

- Adam Lindsay Gordon

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I'M NOT REALLY HERE BUT I JUST WANTED TO REGISTER HOW ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING IT IS THAT DEVIANTART IS SUPPORTING THE MOVIE "SPLIT". 

If I was here, this would make me want to leave again.

Fuck this. Fuck deviantART for supporting that film. 

Kbye.

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