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Sierra Jasmine Skinner - Status: Member
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- Offline for 2d 12h 40m 36s
- Deviant since Apr 29, 2003, 5:00 AM
- 313 Deviations
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- 430 Deviant Comments
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erosionthe world outside is a giant pearl,erosion
clamped between the harsh concrete jaws
of road and sky.
i am a thousand miles away, lost in some champagne desert,
all peyote and sunshine and bitter confusion.
in Open on 5/15/08
gravity is not your friend.clusters of cold human facesgravity is not your friend.
set into frowning, crackled molds
are hovering like marionettes on invisible wire over the sky-painted streets.
the bus stops are filled with smoke, magician's disappearing acts
which leave only ashes
and transparent ghosts of words on flaking benches.
the sour taste of cold metal keys
at the back of everybody's throats;
the spark of dying bulbs as they flicker like dim signals of distress over oil-steeped water.
girls in plaid and steel observe the stars
melting into dawn like mints under their own tongues,
in Open on 5/15/08
your specter won't go home.the girl in the gray, crumbling hallway has a chain similar to Jacob Marley's that stretches outside, flows through the fool's gold leaves and climbs into the sky where the moon sits on waves the color of slate, a silver canoe rowing in blurred strokes towards morning.your specter won't go home.
her shoes are rhyming with the concrete, fingers black with ink shed from stars she'd dug up near the cliffs of a blue-sanded beach.
slips on a red dress that brightens her straw-colored corpse like poppies; a wound pacing the halls, her hair is fire-breathed, she is giving off smo
in Other on 4/8/08
strange rapture1.strange rapture
I shall take you
to the blitzkrieg,
shake you
'til you're spinning
like my infinite room of
sky.
2.
Instruments
of tragedy,
oh, beauty, your water-spiced piano plays
a vespertine melody
into the
quivering matted
eyelashes, the delicate
prickles
of the pills
under my tongue,
dissolving into rosy, sweet space.
3.
calm, asleep in satin
the intermingled red-blue shimmer of a fresh bruise, your mind tears
in Open on 3/2/08
Favourites
Church on WhiteMary The moment that the world started to turn was on my seventeenth birthday at approximately 6.43 pm. At that time, Andy Hunter and I were sitting on the purple frilled covers that were on top of my queen sized bed my mother had bought for me, holding hands while the music my mother insisted on playing at my birthday party drifted up the stairways towards us. He leaned in to kiss me and I just stayed there, letting him do all the work and when it was over I felt dizzy. I mean, I know the earth is constantly turning in our big black galaxy, but the truth is I’ve never really noticed it happening until that exactChurch on White
by ~BlissedAndGone
Moonby ~Mon-artifice
HopelessDevious Information
- Emaildreaminskinscentedsentences@hotmail.com
- AIMMyLadyEarthquake
- MSNdreaminskinscentedsentences@hotmail.com
- YahooNightmare470
- Current Age: Eighteen.
- Current Residence: Canada.
- Interests: Literature, music, human interaction, baking, the way the sky looks right now.
- Favourite movie: Almost Famous, Virgin Suicides, The Dreamers, Requiem for a Dream, Science of Sleep, etc.
- Favourite band or musician: Tori Amos, Ani DiFranco, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Matthew Good Band, B. S. S., Feist, Metric, Interpol, etc.
- Favourite artist: Steve Kim, Pablo Picasso, Vincent Van Gogh, Lenore Gale, Sandra Baraci, etc.
- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath, Hans Christian Andersen, Kurt Vonnegut, e. e. cummings, Janet Fitch, Vladimir Nabokov+
- Favourite photographer: Jenni Tapanila, Ville Kansanen, Lia Saile.
- MP3 player of choice: Dellpod.
- Shell of choice: Conch.
- Wallpaper of choice: Beautiful things, often in psychedelic form.
- Favourite game: William Tell.
- Personal Quote: "Art is a house that tries to be haunted" - Emily Dickinson.
- Tools of the Trade: Hands, brain, any surface that can be written on.
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Devious Comments
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i said i was wearing black so you could
see me against the sky
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i said i was wearing black so you could
see me against the sky
Is it good?
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i said i was wearing black so you could
see me against the sky
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i said i was wearing black so you could
see me against the sky
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Not All Who Wander Are Lost!
AIM: ericdiaz18
Yahoo: Erzeal
MSN: ericdiaz16@hotmail.com
Gtalk: ediaz3
ICQ: 77089021
pathetik : /
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(i'm hiding in
parenthesis- don't look. this is
what you skip over
because everything important
is around
the borders of here)
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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"Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well."
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i said i was wearing black so you could
see me against the sky
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"Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well."
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i said i was wearing black so you could
see me against the sky
Rage
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i said i was wearing black so you could
see me against the sky
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A Deep Thought: Of all my relatives, my friends and I most liked "Uncle Caveman." We called him this because he lived in a cave, and sometimes, he'd eat one of us. Later on, we found out he was a bear.
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La la la la la la~~!
Ask me about my book. :]
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so began the mad days..
Hahaha. Perhaps with a bottle of chardonney and a friendly looking house-plant.
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i said i was wearing black so you could
see me against the sky
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so began the mad days..
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