diimmortales

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Three Moons by diimmortales, literature

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Three Moons

For Micah may you ever live to be the fulfillment of your own dreams within an hour of first balancing you and your fragile skull against my arm, my life glittered with one of those great and crystal moments of perfection, of knowing I was precisely where I was meant to be my life is not your mother's she, who understands those things that were meant, and meant to be without whom (and which) we would not have you your skin so fresh from being so recently her own but this moment was mine, so recently from you, so ready to dedicate at least some small moment some small thing in monument and so this I did in remembrance

the fact is... by diimmortales, literature

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the fact is...

I miss you. And if we are done with what we do that is a shame because I never got the chance to tousle your short hair (you'll have to forgive me my thoughts have organized themselves into poems these days, lazy soldiers falling into attention) And if now is just a chance to be breathing into space I have been trained in stillness in silence and in waiting in listening to the rise and fall and focusing on hearing the human trapped inside us all but sometimes I have to cover my ears at the clamor of all this not-talking if there still exists some plural pronoun between the me and the you I would like your hair and the

In Progress by diimmortales, literature

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In Progress

I spent last night on a porch with old friends reading them the love poems of a man I met once trying to turn off the meaning and pay attention only to the sounds those syllables made the patterns and flavors of the words ignore the man three houses down and forget the fact that I don't know if he used to be my lover, now lose myself in the emotions someone else felt once, evoke them through my voice and pace secretly hoping I get the chance to feel those same ways again those poems are like old clothes to me a combination of comfortable and ill-fitting shrapnel of a love long gone used now to lament one fresh-lost and today,

Less Than Three by diimmortales, literature

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Comfort At A Distance by diimmortales, literature

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Comfort At A Distance

He was never one to move around while waking up. Consciousness was always a slow, light thing, like a feather landing on his mind. And immediately he could feel her heat next to him. Her breath was slow and even, but when he finally opened his eyes he saw that she was already awake, face blank as she stared at the golden strips of sunlight etched onto the white walls of their bedroom. He rolled onto his side to watch her. “You work too much.” He smoothed his hand down her stomach, as if her skin were a wrinkled bedsheet. “Try to turn it off, relax for a moment.” She sighed and laced her fingers with his, before turning t

Dear Jonah by diimmortales, literature

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Dear Jonah

Dear Jonah I have joined you in the belly of the whale in the belly of the beast in the bottom circle of hell the pit within the pit the deepest depth and all I could say was It is dark here. Dear Jonah, father of my grief we’re in this together smelling of cold copper and dirty floss recognizing that scent was our first step towards leaving rank and piercing as beer sweat on summer sheets and the first important thing I said was It’s a fucking whale And Jonah if not-trusting god got you here why the hell should we start trusting him now? If this were any other kind of relationship everyone would say to leave don&#

Preposition by diimmortales, literature

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Preposition

And in between the lines underneath the friendly greeting behind the hushed conversation shoved into the corners of thought There is this: an aching, long buried and the longing like fire, like burning for the brush of skin on skin casual, intentional, intense the comfort and the tease Give me your hand I will place it here where my shirt rises up revealing a brief flash of flesh no more than a thin strip and all the more alluring Let me kiss the softness I find on the pale curve inside your arm these tender places everyone sees drive me to distraction with the simple thought of their flavor your taste intoxicates me l

On Any Night by diimmortales, literature

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On Any Night

I listened to you all night when we met telling stories under cheap paper party lanterns and drinking red wine when you spoke you looked into my eyes too long so I bent my head back to the underbelly of the leaves smiling so you’d know that my heart was racing when you kissed the corner of my lips and touched my neck I looked at you and moved away towards the house filled another red plastic cup and took it into the bathroom with a word to the hostess not to worry, I sat down on the tub and thought my mind rushed forward, easy I could see us together for a time and you know it would be so good I tipped the wine i

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Three Moons by diimmortales, literature

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the fact is... by diimmortales, literature

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the fact is...

In Progress by diimmortales, literature

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In Progress

Less Than Three by diimmortales, literature

Coffee by diimmortales, literature

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Coffee

The attraction was there, the interest. At least it was on her part. She still had no idea how he felt. She doubted she ever would. She doubted he would ever return her feelings. She knew better than to like him, but she couldn't help it. They shared a few classes, so of course they had chatted during them, after them. And to her distress, she found herself arriving at those classes earlier, hoping to catch him then. And, surprisingly, he often *was* there. The thing she liked best about him was that while they could have wonderful conversations and great debates, they could also sit in silence, completely at ease. And as the year passed by,

A Christmas Dilemma by diimmortales, literature

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A Christmas Dilemma

'Twas the night before Christmas when Santa decided the "Spirit of Christmas" was completely one-sided. "I give and I give, and they still want to get! They're not a bit grateful, I'm going to quit! I'm sick of it all, this is my last year! But . . . someone should be there to spread holiday cheer. There could be hope, so I think I'll retire, and a new Santa Claus I'll just have to hire." So he flew one last night and gave out his toys, and bid a sad farewell to the good girls and boys. Then the next morning at seven o'clock, he called all the elves and gave them a shock. Santa told them the news of his much-needed b

Murgatroyd: A Cinderella Story by diimmortales, literature

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Murgatroyd: A Cinderella Story

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, called the Bronx, a little girl was born. The mother ran off with the refrigerator repairman not long after the baby was born, but her only wish before she left was that her daughter have a beautiful, important sounding name. Now, the mother probably meant something like Genevieve or Aurora, but the father just named her Murgatroyd. As she grew up, little Murgatroyd was known throughout the land for her sweet temperament. This surprised everyone, considering her father was an evil, evil man. Come on, only someone really evil would name their daughter Murgatroyd. And everyone expected her

Leprosy by diimmortales, literature

The Woman by diimmortales, literature

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The Woman

The woman is a goddess But when you speak to her of God, She responds with a laugh I don't know if she believes in souls But I'm sure she could read yours like a book; Look straight into your heart. The woman believes that music fuels her heart. With lyrics, Ani is the goddess. She wants Madonna in her book, And if you ask her, she'll deny it and laugh… But if you bring up Sting, it's like she's seen God, And Patti Griffin is candy for her soul The woman has soul; The feeling in her laugh And her smile—oh God— Like an arrow to the heart. The envy of the goddesses, Who strive to take a page from her book. The woman loves book

Hope by diimmortales, literature

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Hope

cigarettes like incense sitting, smoking in the corner in the hands of those forgotten by themselves and one another in the last booth there's a woman with her arms propping her head she's reliving all the memories of the things she never said and standing at the far end of the bar there is a man that is bailing out his sorrows with the shot glass in his hand a dim-lit bar reeking with regret all those people filled with pain so many lives so full of emptiness wondering where to lay the blame cigarettes like incense stitch a smoke-screen in the dark hiding broken people and the conflicts of their hearts

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Green and Blues by PenintheStone, literature

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Green and Blues

I Coming Clean The sun massages my neck & joyful students chatter on; frisbees & jokes fly through the air. Freshly cut grass & tulips tickle my most memorable of senses, which should be reminding me of better days, but all I can smell is her skin; all I can see is her hair; red red red is all my mind can hold. Its been months since I've heard her voice, weeks since I've read a word penned by her hand. I see her every day, but she's gone… gone; my guilt kicks me in the gut minute after minute, & her sapphire eyes whisper their love to me when I sleep. Here she comes; I stare at the ground, but my eyes can't tear themselves from her face

God Is Dead by deviantkupo, literature

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God Is Dead

God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below. "Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him. God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice. "Jesus Christ! Look! "Oh my god!" "Where's my camera?" He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying. "But... why? You've got so much to live for..." God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you." He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building. * *

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Autogony by diimmortales, literature

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Autogony

The hardest part of being single is remembering how it felt to be loved to be seen as something utterly, unutterably magical. There was this one night in my first boyfriend’s room when I sat perched above him straddling him during or after sex— that’s not what matters the sex is not what I remember. What I remember is the way the moonlight and the streetlight slid through the blinds turning me into ribbons as he looked up at me and asked with wonder in his voice “Where did you come from?” I took at least ten minutes telling him my words weaving a spell a spell of myself spelling out exactly who I

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Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: Coleraine, Northern Ireland
Favourite genre of music: No favorites. I listen to everything excluding contemporary Christian.
Favourite style of art: Surrealism
Operating System: WinXP
MP3 player of choice: WinAmp
Wallpaper of choice: Black, with varying comics/works of art in the center.
Favourite cartoon character: Snagglepuss - "Heavens to Murgatroyd!"
Personal Quote: I've come to the conclusion that revolution is just a human attempt at replicating evolution...

Favourite Visual Artist

Van Gogh, Dali, Escher, Evan G Palmer

Favourite Movies

The Saint, The Boondock Saints, The Labyrinth, Secretary, Gone With The Wind

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Currently: The Decemberists, Dada, Dave Matthews, Notis Sfakianakis, Radiohead

Favourite Writers

Emily Dickinson, Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Ani DiFranco, Vonnegut, Whitman, Ginsberg, Neruda

Favourite Games

Kingdom of Loathing

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Tools of the Trade

Ink, graphite, and anything readily available. I also like to cook.

Other Interests

reading, writing, singing, webcomics, acting

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diimmortales

May 27, 2009

Clearly I don't update here often

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But I do try to remember to put my poetry up here, if not my fiction. I've been writing more prose recently, flexing those old muscles as the poetic impulse recedes for the time being. Anyway, I've been giving myself 100-word challenges that have turned far too autobiographical to put up here, but I'll put up the ones I can spare, I guess.

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diimmortales

Mar 10, 2008

School Lit Mag, woo!

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Side note for those interested: "Ode to Living Alone" and "The Devil And Me" are being published in my school lit mag, and "Retreat" won first prize in the fiction contest. I'm proud!

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diimmortales

Jul 22, 2007

Long time...

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Back in the States now, not doing much. Just letting everyone know.

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aniack

Apr 5, 2008

Hello there. Nice gallery you have here.

DarkGoddessK

Aug 2, 2006

a lucky star dropped on earth 1 night, and it asked me "what do u want?a million dollars, or a true friend?". I chose a million dollars.....because i already got you.*Send this to 20 of ur truest friends of DA, if u don't you will have bad luck with friendships for the rest of ur life!!! If u get this back ur a true friend..

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DarkGoddessK

Dec 13, 2005

Oooh sis?!

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Haha! Got you with a DA snow ball!

It's the start of..... Snow Ball Fight 2005-2006 !!!!
One rule to this game....
You can't hit someone who has already hit you!
Now... go out there and get as many people as you can, before they get you!