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Being Loved By a Writer by Chaosfairy75, literature

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Being Loved By a Writer

My life is a house silent and brooding, all windows, white empty walls and snow covered carpets. I cover them in small black print of a thousand experiences. Word upon word I write until they swim and run together. Layers of lives, of stories, beginnings and endings dancing and swirling like light through stained glass. I am an identity of quite creations but in the end all of them are yours. Many cultures have eternity starting with a single word, a small sound that lept from the center of nothing in a spasm of conception that filled a void. For me, the word is your name, the sound a small sigh you allow to escape while sleep

A Tale of Two Weasleys by Chaosfairy75, literature

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A Tale of Two Weasleys

Reporter: Good morning, I'm Jamie Cooper, muggle correspondent for Quibbler Live. Today on Quibbler Live we have the pleasure of interviewing two entrepreneurs's who have taken the wizarding world by storm. Fred and George Weasley, creators of Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. And for the first time for the Quibbler, a studio audience of genuine muggles. Welcome all! (Looks at the projector screen expectantly) Arthur (voice only): This is very important for muggle/wizarding relations, boys. At least, try to take this seriously. Fred (Voice only): Yes, we know. You've only mentioned it George (Voice only): Every five seconds Fred (voice only):

Socially Awkward by Chaosfairy75, literature

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Socially Awkward

She had been pinned down once too often, skin peeled back so that ligament and bone could be kept tidy beneath dust covered glass. She attempted to prevent strangers from peering beneath the fragile surface of her skin with a carefully constructed wall of words, but privacy remained problematic with her viscera pinned open and labeled in latin with 8 point font. The more awkward she became the more ideas she spread out like a smeared dystopia created over mirrors with a child’s finger paints and lip gloss. This slight of hand failed to impress due to the inherent disinterest of crowds in deeper meaning and se

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Discovering Dostoevsky's Art by Chaosfairy75, literature

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Discovering Dostoevsky's Art

It is necessary to wipe away the layers of academia from its tear stained face and allow it to move from the corner where it is sitting alone, clothes grimey, toes wriggling from holes in the cheap canvass fabric of its sneakers. When it takes your hand in the way of childhood, let it lead you to each of the surrounding houses where your worst betrayal is being beaten and locked, sobbing in the cellar by each of the town’s inhabitants. When it gives you the key let your betrayal out, scented with the perfume of your self-hatred, shining with your faults and when it points, arm trembling, to the empty tab

A Generation without Art by Chaosfairy75, literature

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A Generation without Art

They always score perfectly on standardized tests, their answers precise, questions never too painful. They are a generation without poetry, whispered secrets or jump-rope songs. At recess they stand in groups hands dangling uselessly, fingers failing to seek out mittens or the tentative touch of a winter cold cheek. They are as devoid of rebellion as they are empty of laughter. The street signs and subway tunnels lack graffiti to make them whole, park benches seem weaker without even Jonny loves Amys to paint their expanse, cubicles smaller without stick figures to widen them and crayons lay in their box unopened.

The Old Monk's Tale by Chaosfairy75, literature

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The Old Monk's Tale

In a great temple on the highest hill a god sat, cross legged, compossed among the columns and pillars of cool marble. About it people swarmed like insects wailing, begging for forgiveness from the imagined sins that clothed them. I stood briefly, alone, staring through a puzzle of my own stained glass silence and saw that the cathedral was in all reality a rose gilded cage and that it was not rage that twisted its face, but unshed tears of frustration.

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Stages of Life by Chaosfairy75, literature

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Stages of Life

There are things in the dark that know your name you are certain of it. I spend the length of your third year checking beneath your bed, inside the disquietude of closets, pulling the blinds over windows that look into the nothingness you feel awaits you there. Even in the vacuum of space, the physicists tell us there is something, nothing is made up of molecules too. My explanations splinter against the certitude of childhood, so every night we continue our routine. In the end, I spatter the bedroom walls with glowing paint. Now you sleep between the safety of mother made stars. During the span o

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Being Loved By a Writer by Chaosfairy75, literature

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La Faim by RedEarthofTerra, literature

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La Faim

With the turn of a page and a loss of all breath, it cut into me, like a razor's edge. Your hands across my weaknesses, sketch a mark against the blades of winter's sound. You mark me with every trickle. Not a shed of light to be found, but clenching teeth, and pressing l

Of Quotation Marks and Commas by RedEarthofTerra, literature

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Of Quotation Marks and Commas

I can't help but want to creep inside the pages of your thoughts, letting the golden pages press against my curious, callous hands. You see, my sequined heels just can't keep up with both your striding steps. Running to catch up to you. It's because I miss the things we'd do. or rather, the things we couldn't do in the absence of me and you. But I'm sure you're as tired of hearing this as I am of writing it. It's ok, I smile, we come from different universes, you and I. They're always talking here, always, of finding my Mars in the sky.

Tender by RedEarthofTerra, literature

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Tender

I sometimes wonder if I could've tended to your eyes like a trellis to a vine. To have your color green spread out across me, would plant the seed of such radiant beauty. Your hair, your cheeks, your lips, always pressed, I would water with kisses and feed with words of sweet contentment. You would blossom a brighter color And I would shudder at each tingle passing through me. Your song grown with careful clippings, delicate nudgings, painstaking hours of my hand on your cheek, at the small of yo

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United States
Deviant for 16 years
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Current Residence: US
Favourite genre of music: Random
Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
Favourite style of art: Surreal

Favourite Visual Artist

MC Escher

Favourite Movies

Stranger than fiction, American Beauty, Big Fish

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Ani Difranco, Terra Naomi

Favourite Writers

Stephen Dobyns, Luise Gluck

Tools of the Trade

Suitcase, cell phone, computer

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Writing, Reading, Film, Music

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Chaosfairy75

Nov 26, 2008

Happy Holidays

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Hi Everyone, I wanted to update my journal and apologize for the empty space that has been my art page as of the last few months.  I have been placed on a gaggle of special projects at work and haven't had any time for my personal life or art recently. I have been taking stock of my reality and am hoping to make some changes soon to improve on my quality of living.  Wish me luck. I hope you are all having a wonderful holiday and are getting to have some fun with friends and family.

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Chaosfairy75

Aug 28, 2008

August

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On a bright note, I have accomplished somethings that I wished to in every day life.  I am going to see Phantom of the Opera at the Venitian tonight, a pleasure I have been hoping for since childhood.  I have seen new places, met new friends and basically enjoyed life.  I have set some boundaries for a couple of people that I love but who were beginning to take my love for granted.  I learned a new skill, am learning a martial art for the firt time and learning that some times you have to let go and fall on your face.  For these reasons, my friends, I feel that August was a success on many arenas that are not literary.  And maybe, just maybe,

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Chaosfairy75

Jul 29, 2008

Tagged: Oh, Hamburgers.

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Rules of the game: - Choose a singer/band/group - Answer using ONLY titles of songs by that singer/band/group Ani Difranco is my band of choice 1. Are you male or female? "Joyful Girl" 2. Describe yourself. "Not a Pretty Girl" 3. What do people feel when they're around you? "bliss like this" 4. How would you describe your previous relationship? "Out of Habit" 5. Describe your current relationship. "32 Flavors" 6. Where would you want to be now? "Your House" 7. How do you feel about love? "Hell Yeah" 8. What's your life like? "Every State Line" 9. What would you ask for if you had only one wish? "Promised Land" 10. Say so