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AlbatrossYou shot my heart, I fell to deck
You boiled me in the tide
You wrapped me tight around your neck
I'll never leave your side

You broke my beak, you snapped my wings
I could no longer glide
I want what all your ill love brings
I'll never leave your side

Your ship is sinking sweet and fast
And all your friends have died
You tie us to the broken mast
I'll never leave your side

Hunger for HeavenSometimes I long to trace my tongue
across the milky sky
and let the clouds drip down my lips
and taste them with a sigh

and bite the sun and all its warmth
and wash it down with rain
and pop the moon between my teeth
and proudly lick the stain

It's this hunger for a heaven
that keeps me drawing near
and reaching up to stir and sip
some holy atmosphere.

But am I starving for a heaven
that's only in my mind,
counting ribs and empty spoonfuls
for something I can't find?

I'll keep yearning for a heaven,
my meal of light and air.
Could I crave it this intensely
if it's not even there?

It's this hunger for a heaven
that keeps

Creste A Story Entry - CharlesOnce upon a time, there was a young boy named Charles who always dreamed of becoming the world's best professional bat groomer. He trained every day for seventy hours in order to beat his rival, The Buttery Menace. The day of the big competition arrived, and Charles came armed with a biscuit and his unstoppable determination. They were pitted against each other in a battle of wits, and Charles emerged as the slimy victor! His achievement is celebrated every Christmas.

lie to me: first drafti'm the way a child knows without being told that her father is not coming home. (i'm the reason why she can feel the fatal moment, like a blow. she's too young to understand what the pain means, but not too young to feel it.)

i'm the way a husband’s heart stops when his wife breathes her last ragged breath. (i'm the reason why their hearts beat in tandem, and why his arrests along with hers.)

i'm the way you felt when your brother died in a cold hospital bed, too many miles away from you. (i'm the way your heart broke when you realized that your bones and marrow and heartbreak did not save him. i'm the reason why the pain you felt aft

Prose : Black and white worldI woke up into a world of black and white, in a field with ghostly fog and antique trees. Seeing the world with the perception of a dog, I ponder this reality I ended up in, how I arrived here. My mind won't admit to the answers I seek, unsure if it knows them and just won't speak. How funny the mind is, an alien in my own world.

Walking under nameless stars down a rustic road, the simplest details bathed in contrast and shadows. Without color, everything had inherited soul over substance, striped away of it's surface to reveal another depth: previously unnoticed.

http://artcomet.blogspot.com/2010/01/poetry-prose-black-and-white-world.html

the topography of faces.when you are angry with me your face caves into furious hollows. there is one in the corner of your left eye, dark and defined, sharply. it reminds me of crevasses, on snowy peaks wreathed in clouds made of smoke and dreams, where men slip on treacherous ground and fall, to die and shatter. it reminds me of the bottom of the ocean.

under your lip there is another; you press your lips together and a tiny shadow forms underneath, gently rounded, as if weathered by the sea. it is there i am reaching for when i put my hands out to you, i would like to put my fingers on your mouth and whisper to you,

“i’m sorry.”

i would like to

project penpal

1) your best friend.
I don't know who you are, and most of the time I don't mind. but sometimes I wish I could put a name to you. sometimes I get a little lonely.

2) your crush.
you don't exist for me right now! haven't since I got to college. I'm pleased about that, I must admit. normally you do nothing but cause me trouble.

3) your parents.
I'm going to make you proud, I promise, I promise--you just have to give me time.

4) your sibling or closest relative.
you're shaping up to be better than me at a lot of things (everything), and while that still scares me, it scares me less than it used to. sometimes I am angry at you because you'

Battle I've not fought beforeLying there across the floor,
Spread eagle- arms stretched wide,
Face aghast, just can't believe,
The one I trusted lied.

The path I tread is filled with blood,
And all I see is black,
Whispering voices in my head,
I see the things I lack.

'Tis is a battle I've not fought before,
Not in all my life,
Walking down the blood-stained floor,
Past the weary strife.

Ghosts rattle chains as I walk past,
Calling out my name,
Deathly voices sing to me,
And I am left with shame.

EPIC: damsels, dragons, daring deeds

EPIC: a tale of damsels, dragons, and daring deeds

Plucky orphans. Noble kings. Dragons. Dwarves. Damsels and (in the interest of equal opportunity*) knights in distress. Warlocks in general. Magic, white and black and all the color in between. Prophecies. Unlikely triumphs. Saving everybody.

This is pulp fantasy. This is Epic.

In a fantasy world eerily similar to every one they've ever read about, plucky orphans heroes Robin and Matthew are catapulted straight into the heart of intrigue. Their adventure pits them against trite obstacles and stock characters until they're forced into the usual confrontation with the typically villainous an

Not Art's Plainer SisterShe is a feast for eyes but I am a banquet for minds,
Dancing images for your and all time
I may sing softer but I also sing sweeter,
I may be second born, but I live forever too like my sister
I imprint kisses in your head and set off sighs in your heart
I rip you into a world where limits are the only things that don’t exist
Chain you to the page with a turn of phrase
She may be beautiful in such an obvious way
But I steal you away in ways she could never
I hold you to the tastes, sounds, smells, and touches
I give you memories that you never had,
Dreams you never lived,
And lives you wished for on rainy days
I don’t

mind over matter

"you have no power over me."

oh, what a lie.

because he is barely touching her--no, he never touches her, only his fingers a breath away from her skin, only his lips warm by her ear, only the strange wild scent of him around her--
he never touches her, but already, as always, she is threatening to shake apart. she can feel the tremors starting, deep, bone-deep from the places in herself that she was born afraid of, from the dark recesses where once she swore she would never go.
not with him.
never.

but no matter the promises she made to herself, no matter the bravery she once possessed, she was wrong. she has always been wrong. because

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DW: His Hideous Hearts

by ~sunni-sideup, Aug 11, 2010, 8:23:25 PM
Contests / 2010 / Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes

Ba-bum-ba-bum. Ba-bum-ba-bum. Ba-bum-ba-bum. Ba-bum-ba-bum.

This was the cadence of his life—moments lived in fast staccato, building a crescendo right behind his temples. If he concentrated very hard, he could ignore it, push away the throbbing noise for a few precious minutes and see everything the way it was meant to be. The universe—suddenly new and clean and beautiful, a thing outside his own twisted mind. But then the beating would start again, softly, softly, and it would grow louder and faster (andlouderandfaster) until it was all he knew, all he understood. First, it matched the beating of his hearts, and then it quickened them, and then there was nothing apart from the drum-drum-drumming in his head.

There was no relief. All the running and screaming and kissing and killing in creation couldn't rid him of this sickening pulse. It turned his stomach, sucked his mouth dry. He would do anything, anything at all, to escape it, but there was nothing that could be done. If anything, struggling only made it worse.

Ba-bum-ba-bum. Ba-bum-ba-bum.

It was buried in his head, a thing so tangled inside nerves and bone that it could never get out.

Ba-bum-ba-bum. Ba-bum-ba-bum.

He couldn't run from it.

Ba-bum-ba-bum. Ba-bum-ba-bum.

So the only thing left.

Ba-bum-ba-bum.

Was. To. Fol. Low.

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DW: His Hideous Heartsby ~sunni-sideup

Contests / 2010 / Fanfic - Through Darker Eyes

*Gonewiththevampire challenged me to write a fic for this villain contest. I picked the Master from Doctor Who. I must say he's fascinating. And so frightening I tense up whenever people start drumming on tables. Just... no. XD

Aaaaand... I was really only able to finish this because I have to wait on MegaVideo to load. NNNNRRRGGGG. But I finally finished all of David's episodes.

~glassdragon42 Dec 28, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

This is wicked awesome! The Master is one of my favorite villains. He's just so much like the Doctor, only twisted...
*drums on table*

~burnoutbright May 2, 2011 Hobbyist Photographer

I'm literally on the verge of watching David Tennant's finale, but I have to wait til after finals are over. God knows I don't need something ELSE to stress out about, haha! But the Master is SO awesome and so psychotic and so deliciously villain-y... one of the real true villains of DW and not just a monster. Is it wrong that I think he's kind of sexy? I mean, I know I'm just one of many he's manipulated into thinking so but... seriously.

Great piece by the way. You can really get a grasp on his insanity.

^rydi1689 Sep 2, 2010 Hobbyist Digital Artist

After reading your entry I couldn't help but notice my own heartbeat

. Great job on it!

~Din-Estel Aug 26, 2010

dadadada. Dadadada. Love the Master! God he's scarrrryy!! Did you notice that the drumming in the Master's head is actually from the theme music? So very very clever.

~sunni-sideup Aug 26, 2010 Hobbyist Digital Artist

LOOOOL OMG. I had never realized that, no. Ahhh, this show is brilliant.

~Din-Estel Aug 27, 2010

It's sooo good! But yeah, if you listen to the drumbeat in the beginning of the theme song, it's the same beat. Clever clever writers!

~sparklevamp Aug 13, 2010 Hobbyist General Artist

GRR. I saw a Literature notice by you and got excited, only to be disappointed that its not a Haunt or Nancy Drew story!! D: But this is good too lol.

~sunni-sideup Aug 13, 2010 Hobbyist Digital Artist

Aw, haha. Yeah, this is just a tiny thing for fun.

~Gonewiththevampire Aug 13, 2010 Student Writer

^{I UNDERSTAND THIS NOW. HOLY CRAP DO I UNDERSTAND THIS YAYAYYAYYAYAY. Happiness.}

~sunni-sideup Aug 13, 2010 Hobbyist Digital Artist

YAAAAAAAAY.

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