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About Me Member Procrastinator dustyreaderFemale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 1 Year
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Now ForeignYou’re living in thick-skinned silence,  and I have used arrowheads and knives  carved from a mother’s femur, struck it with flint  
and jabbed it with a unicorn’s horn,  but it remains thick-skinned and  
all around you, impenetrably yours   
and as your guard dogs growling in slit voices,  your faded brick walls and your moats  that I slide into too easily, that I climb out of  but never to a spot safe for me from you.   
My hands are trembling and made out of bulging knuckles  the same color as my face, the reflection of the moon,  they are as white as cau Now Foreign
by ~dustyreader
SicknessShe has all the symptoms:  pulling air into her lungs  
is a valiant civil war  (and she’s wondering who the victor is),  she has a slouch like Lincoln,  like an NBA star without the fame,  if they had ever wanted to  
go somewhere and not be recognized  by only an abnormal height, by a difference,  
if they had wanted to hide in front of people,   
as if she were something small and furred  with button eyes and predators, and a tail  she could tuck between her legs.   
Her friends are whispering  and she can listen  because she’s good at not being Sickness
by ~dustyreader
Dance of the SpiritsHe lives off dandelion seeds,  seasoned with tattered colors from the Aurora Borealis,  and sometimes it’s the edges of his fingernails,   
and he draws pictures of striped purple cats  because he saw a movie once where  
one disappeared except for its smile,  and he knows enough people to know   
that sometimes that smile is all there is  and too many have forgotten what’s supposed  
to fill in the space behind it.   
he has seen the atrocity in benevolence,  mismatched socks of emotions  sliding in her eyes and the curve of her mouth   
upwards li Dance of the Spirits
by ~dustyreader
Rite of PassageThey’re handing out a goodbye and a tear to  
everyone they make eye contact with,  trying not to peer too deeply because there’s  
not enough time to contemplate what’s looking out from those eyes,  the scarecrows or the frightened, starving crows  condensed in the shadow of the microphone  on the guitarist’s lips   
while he sings Hallelujah and strums,  we are what we’ve killed and the band  
has gone home to grow patches of  
flowing baldness and swollen beer guts,  waiting thirty years before they can smile   
about standing on a stage and bein Rite of Passage
by ~dustyreader
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USY Convention

Wed May 20, 2009, 11:42 PM
  • Mood: Uneasy
  • Listening to: Perfect Situation by Weezer
  • Reading: Winter Garden by Pablo Neruda
  • Drinking: Capri Sun
I'm going to a USY (united synagogue youth) convention from Thursday to Sunday, and I can't wait until tomorrow!

Unfortunately, this does mean that I probably won't have access to a computer with internet access or the time to use it, so even though I said I was going to write and post a poem every day in the month of May, I probably won't be able to. This is really, really disappointing.

I'm going to miss you all, and thanks to everyone who has been reading my May series since I started and anyone who has just started!


Here's my first one, and here are some of my favorites:

5209

5409

5709

51109

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  • Current Residence: USA
  • Interests: reading, writing, collecting quotes, basketball, and sleeping
  • Favourite movie: Moulin Rouge and Phantom of the Opera
  • Favourite genre of music: Rock
  • Favourite poet or writer: Anne Rice, Stephen King, and Pablo Neruda
  • Favourite game: Kingdom Hearts and Chess
  • Favourite cartoon character: Uchiha Itachi and Hao Asakura
  • Personal Quote: If I am a nobody, and nobody is perfect, therefore I am perfect.
  • Tools of the Trade: Pen and paper or my laptop

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:iconlunalibera:
~lunalibera Sep 1, 2009, 12:30:15 AM
Hello talented writer! You have been featured here: [link]
Please take the time to :+favlove: the article, and check out the other writers!
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~staticwind Jul 9, 2009, 8:04:16 PM
i think i might of fixed your icon.. :XD:

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~staticwind Jun 3, 2009, 7:48:28 PM
Jesse i finished your icon :aww: I decided to make a cat hehe.. I think if you just save it and upload it, it should work? i dunno lets find out! :D
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~paperheartsyndrome May 28, 2009, 7:16:14 PM
thank you so much for the watch. :heart:
:icondustyreader:
~dustyreader May 30, 2009, 12:36:54 AM
It's my pleasure! :hug:

--
Life is short
And pleasures few
And holed the ship
And drowned the crew
But o! But o!
How very blue
The sea is.
~Clive Barker
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~LadyMask May 26, 2009, 4:40:53 PM
Your poetry is wonderful, you have such a fresh voice. I love it :]

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"Where?"
"Oh, wherever men of my sort used to go, long ago. Wandering on paths that other men have not seen. Behind the sky. On the other side of the rain."
~Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell
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=Scarlettletters May 18, 2009, 5:28:06 AM
Thanks for stopping by and faving my work!

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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
:icondustyreader:
~dustyreader May 20, 2009, 11:11:07 PM
My pleasure!

--
Life is short
And pleasures few
And holed the ship
And drowned the crew
But o! But o!
How very blue
The sea is.
~Clive Barker
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=Ishvala May 14, 2009, 10:03:11 AM
Thanks for the fav on Par Coeur by the way <3

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"The thought hadn't even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind." -H2G2
:icondustyreader:
~dustyreader May 14, 2009, 10:48:59 PM
You're welcome!

--
Life is short
And pleasures few
And holed the ship
And drowned the crew
But o! But o!
How very blue
The sea is.
~Clive Barker
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