Aeries-Raine

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SW: No Bowl? Many problems. by Aeries-Raine, literature

And I WIll Never Be the Same by Aeries-Raine, literature

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And I WIll Never Be the Same

The light explodes and lands on you, Deep inside – From a fire that burns in the darkest well And maybe it’s just meant to be… It digs down and burrows It beckons - it pulls me in - Deep beneath the seams I think I’m headed for a setting sun… And we will unravel – Unravel the moments and All the pain will change into a memory – No one said it would be easy now It’s okay to want more - That’s why I love you - Your heart beating in fragile hands, On the verge of something wonderful There’s always been a tiny part of me I’m trying to hide... Silent for so long because I&rsq

You Will Read This Someday by Aeries-Raine, literature

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You Will Read This Someday

Dear you, I drank orange juice for you today. If you knew me right now, you would know that means more than anyone would ever understand. It was such an obvious change that I was scared someone would ask “why” and I would be unable to lie and keep you a secret. You have to understand that you will not be a secret for long and I am more than excited to share your pending arrival with everyone I meet. But for now, you are mine and mine alone. Until I tell your daddy (wow, that’s a strange word to use for him), you are mine. Once he knows, he will share in the joy and excitement of everything you will bring to this world

SW: The View from Heaven by Aeries-Raine, literature

SW: The Childless Mother by Aeries-Raine, literature

SW: How did you know he was The One? by Aeries-Raine, literature

SW: Unless No One Was Listening by Aeries-Raine, literature

SW: She Knows Her Logic is Flawed by Aeries-Raine, literature

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And I WIll Never Be the Same by Aeries-Raine, literature

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And I WIll Never Be the Same

You Will Read This Someday by Aeries-Raine, literature

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You Will Read This Someday

SW: The View from Heaven by Aeries-Raine, literature

SW: The Childless Mother by Aeries-Raine, literature

SW: How did you know he was The One? by Aeries-Raine, literature

SW: Unless No One Was Listening by Aeries-Raine, literature

SW: She Knows Her Logic is Flawed by Aeries-Raine, literature

We Can Only Share the Blame by Aeries-Raine, literature

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We Can Only Share the Blame

He named the stars for her, let her live fragments of a fairytale, but it’s what he didn’t promise – buzzing heartaches and the fall to loathing – that she didn’t want to be counted. I remember she pointed at me, passing judgments on his vodka dreams - his one night stand obsession, a distorted Sleeping Beauty - screaming in pink and she frowned like a Picasso. She found him in the stairwell - adding insult to injury with “I’m sorry, Baby…” and almost admitting he was wrong. “Your love disappoints me… maybe,” was all she could say. If I were a better person,

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lying to myself by betwixtthepages, literature

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lying to myself

there's a haunting happening in the dark dusks of my heart, a husk of a beating, a bleating, fleeting attempt to convince myself everything is fine and right with a love with a lover who can't look me in the eye and tell me I'm what they want. I'm hurting hatred waiting to flame, stuck in an hourglass with no flip and no sand left to sift through-- this is a broken climax, stranger darling, and if I'm not the crescendo to your chorus man up and move along so I can because I touch myself in the night and whisper sweet nothings to your back as you sleep but I'm beginning to think I'm begging for company from the wrong man because you're not re

Weebles wobble but they don't fall down by RavenMacabre, journal

Weebles wobble but they don't fall down

Nov 15, 2005

What's that? Mood icon happy? Where'd that come from, hmm. I wonder. cough briana cough booty cough cough. Moving on. I miss shooting and doing work but till my website project is done and I can sit back and just work on updates and content. A slave to the drive I will be. I look forward to shooting and drawing ALOT more when it's done. As for other news in no particular order. House being put of for auction Gotta move. Gotta pack. Gotta finish NightTimeGirls Harddrive still dead and lost :( My sister's pregnant My cousins pregnant Life sucks Life's good Briana is weird but so fucking yummy. I like my new computer. I need an un

For Briana by RavenMacabre, journal

For Briana

May 26, 2006

I don't talk about my life publicly, sure I'll bitch, sure I'll moan. Sure I'll cover any number of things in my past, but the present day stuff? I keep that to me, well this is special, she is special, and tho things change, they always stay the same. So stay beautiful baby, I'd cut your head off and eat it if you needed me to. Mwrah Mwrah. Talk to me softly There is something in your eyes Don't hang your head in sorrow And please don't cry I know how you feel inside I've I've been there before Somethin is changin' inside you And don't you know Don't you cry tonight I still love you baby Don't you cry tonight Don't you cry tonigh

Bedtime Stories : The Tree That Was Seen by kareeanne, literature

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Bedtime Stories : The Tree That Was Seen

*The Tree That Was Seen* Once upon a time, on a planet far away, there lived a little tree. But this was no ordinary tree, no, this little tree could speak. She could speak to the Sun, oh what bright conversations they would have! Every morning he would greet her with a loud, boisterous HELLO!!! and then the two would talk for hours. They talked about the brightness of his light, his magnificent rays, the perfect symmetrical shape of his body, and how healthy he made her leaves. But before long, the Sun would go to sleep, and a smaller, dimmer, shy little moon would appear in the sky. He watched over the tree every night, but had never, no

It Could Be True by CassidyPeterson, literature

Biting Bitter by betwixtthepages, literature

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Biting Bitter

Morning blows cold across this "too big for just one person" abyss, the space you used to occupy empty save the weight of wakeful silences and the heft of harsh words. With a sigh, I tie down the memories and try to save face, staving this starving sadness-- a trial and error attempt at scraping you from the lining of my veins. I remind myself this is best for us both and try to paint over the places your bitterness has bitten. One day soon, I will stretch myself out and move on without all the ache. Today, my heart is swimming in salt water and the glass shards of all our years.

August 29th, 2016 by betwixtthepages, literature

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August 29th, 2016

there's a fine line between 'I know you're hurting' forgiveness and 'that bitter's too much to choke down'-- and I've been toeing it for weeks, umbrella held aloft, ballet flats like petals on the wire, just wishing for everything to stop and let me float a minute. there's a fine thread between 'I understand and have let it go' and 'I just can't move past it this time'-- and you're getting awfully close to pushing me over the edge, fingertips splayed and knuckles bunched against th

there is a savior's handbag in my fridge by IntelligentZombie, literature

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there is a savior's handbag in my fridge

You linger on the Mediterranean, chasing the sun, waiting for the next target dance backwards, darling down the path to our promised dreams we learned the religion of lovers leaving butterfly love, sailor[s], salt- the full-time dreamer is alone in the dark. so this is the path to paradise? dreaming underwater, when the moon shines? you bend like the wave, reaching [for] a darker side of love (breathing the dark) I won't let you go back to the nightmare king distant fires are the colors of god's magic waves of melodious color are breaching the wall on the last day of our acquaintance. (i can make you love me)

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

Nov 22, 1983
United States
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Rancho Viejo, TX
Favourite genre of music: all of the above. [try me]
Favourite cartoon character: Ariel <3

Favourite Visual Artist

pretty much anyone from the 1960's & the whole pop-art/op-art era.

Favourite Movies

The Little Mermaid // Memento // Crash // Girl, Interrupted // etc.

Favourite TV Shows

Dexter // Desperate Housewives // Grey's Anatomy // American Idol // and a bunch of others I can't think of right now.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

there are too many to list...

Favourite Books

Catcher in the Rye

Favourite Writers

J.D. Salinger is the first one that pops into my head, obviously.

Favourite Games

life.

Favourite Gaming Platform

X-Box 360... because that's all I've got.

Tools of the Trade

divine inspiration and intervention - at least that's what I'm waiting for.

Other Interests

everything?

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Aeries-Raine

Apr 8, 2013

Found Poetry - the new gay marriage?

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...apparently it is just as controversial.  Luckily, the liberal-hearted gal I am, I support both.  ;) [please don't take offense to the title of this journal!] If you are unfamiliar with "Found Poetry," you should mosey on down to Verbatim Poetry.  If you're familiar with it, you might get some inspiration from it. A good friend of mine, who is also a photographer and artist, has a motto:  Art is Everything.  Everything is Art. While in college, many moons ago, after reading a crapload of philosophical views on art, beauty, and the interpretation and comprehension of both, I came to believe that everything really is art.  Ultimately it i

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Aeries-Raine

Mar 27, 2013

Writer's Meme

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Original Post: :thumb355944609: 1. When did you start writing? The first time I remember writing creatively was in third grade. We had cartoon-like images as prompts and had to write a short story about them. At the time I thought it was the most difficult assignment I'd ever had. But now I would love to go back to those days. I remember the very first image we had. It was a man in a fishing boat... But I think I was always a writer at heart.  A creative person with no artistic ability.  I used to pretend I was acting in a movie or a TV show, working through plots that I made up as I went along.  Maybe I was just being crazy and ta

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Aeries-Raine

Mar 25, 2013

oneword. Calamity.

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Quite the catastrophe of emotions, this roller coaster that you and I are on. From top to bottom, screaming, yelling, shouting, in hopes that someone will hear our cries for help. But do we need help? Is that what it comes down to? Is it assistance in our time of need that we really desire? …or do we enjoy the drama that comes with this calamity?