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A Poem About Nothing by PinkPawPrints, literature

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A Poem About Nothing

And so, I lay down on the road, in the sun, and baked on the asphalt. The man with the gas mask fetish scares me to death. I want to die it black hair, straight and sleek, over the lack thereof eye. The world, indeed, shall be overrun by oysters, but it won't matter because we'll all be dead things. What if everyone else is me too? Dear Hamlet, the answer is to not, or at least to pretend so as to get through the being itself. Spoiler alert: you've nothing to worry about. Because the above states the answer to all of my problems, I'll say

Mirrors by PinkPawPrints, literature

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Mirrors

I'm tacking mirrors to my organs, Because I'm terribly vain about the beauty of my innards, Or lack thereof, But I like to watch myself spin with flaring fabric, Fairy dresses floating, Laughing in golden sunshine without cause, It's all bitter, sarcastic cynicism, That is, Letting my core snarl and curl with loneliness, Gears grating and sparks snapping, smoke falling upwards, All in a lovely little package, Tied up with pink bows, corners seamlessly folded, Gifts and appeasement to opposing troops, Civil war, hate your twin sister soldiers, Embracing fascism to the dark.

Chasing Zebras by PinkPawPrints, literature

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Chasing Zebras

I am a declawed lioness. Pacing, panting, wary eyes wandering, Padded paws tripping, Tripping around the ring. Blue, gold, blue, gold, Stripes, Over and over and over forever. And while the crowd roars, And gnashes its teeth, So hungry for my bones, Thin skeleton, Tarnished-gold-and-grime fur, I cower and cringe and curse, The very concept of good fortune. There's no bitterness in those, Who know no better. But I do. I do. I did. Down-turned head, flashing eyes, Up-down, up-down, sink and jag up shoulder-blades, Tail flicking, trailing behind threatlessly, A whip in an exhausted arm. Aqua sequins dart in front of me,

Windows by PinkPawPrints, literature

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Windows

He stood outside her apartment, looking up at the light in her window. Rain dripped down the tip of his nose, running down the little indent to his lip, soaking through onto his tongue. He swallowed. It tasted a little bit like misery. The light was pink. Just a little square of rosy-peachy-citrusy pink that reminded him of the inside of a seashell, or a smoothie, or something. He wasn't particularly poetic, but that was one beautiful shade of pink up there. She was up there. He knew she was up there. On Friday nights, she stayed home and watched old movies with a bowl of Eddie's orange sorbet and her little yellow cat named Cream. But rec

Sehnsucht by PinkPawPrints, literature

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Sehnsucht

There are clouds clinging to my vaulted ceiling, My vaulted ceiling that catches the wind in the winter, And howls along with me to the echoes of homesickness. Homesickness. For the place, The place dotted with dark stars long dead but still leaving emptiness behind, The place warmed with a cool-pillow love that smells like soap and milk, The place swaddled in galaxies and layers of eggnog folds just-come-out-of-the-drier, We left behind in coming here, To be raped by the deafening white light, The numbing snarl of hearts beating, The blinding stench of ultra-filtrated oxygen. My heart's breaking for my country and its Spirit,

Let's Flip by PinkPawPrints, literature

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Let's Flip

Changeling, my love, I'm a Changeling, my love. Curly-haired or clever, Gaelic mint four-leaf sunshine green, Or the imprints in, Silver streambeds the Wolf left, In his sleep. I felt the presence, Crawl through the hairs on my back, In the woods, Wrap dead arms around me. Skulls with horns, Seagull beaks gaping smile, my love, It loves you, It's for me, It's there. Flowers circle hex-sign, Roast those chickens, don't drop them, On your way back to Grandma. She's here in my walls, She's here in my walls, They built this room for her, The brown one for me where I came, The doll on her shelf, And She was there when I came

Birdcage by PinkPawPrints, literature

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Birdcage

"Why don't you smile for me?" His voice is a seductive cat's purr, notes drawn from cello strings with a bow carved of bone, haired of black stallion's mane. I don't move, don't turn around, don't heed the feel of dark eyes massaging my tensed shoulder-blades. "Ah, but you have such a lovely smile." I can just picture him behind me, delicately sighing artist's-sketch gray smoke at the ceiling. He's smiling himself; I can hear it in his voice, that familiarly tingling grin, one corner of his lips drawn up, eyes quirked into mischievous twinkles. He stands. My beanbag chair, exhausted from its calisthenics, whooshes back to the floor. But th

Being Mr. Harold Sigerson by PinkPawPrints, literature

Because You Smiled At Me by PinkPawPrints, literature

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Because You Smiled At Me

Joyous of bird's call of golden-shine sun, Of the grass flaring up green again, To thrust out all the grayness of winter, And your hair's become dark to the root, As it's fallen and chopped the orange curls, Turned brown to match thick eyebrows, Lifted in smiling open-mouthed, Never-had-braces-crooked but white and perfect, In sunshine of smile that struck, Into my heart of no beats anymore, Frozen, stuck in a stammer of flutter, Of joy and shock and merciless disbelief, Love of the happiness, warmth, So familiarly nostalgic, spring up high into the air, Relieving tension in the backs of knees, Corners of mouth and arch of t

As Well by PinkPawPrints, literature

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As Well

You told me that you can't ever be happy just by trying, That I was just too young-blonde-naïve to get it. And I know what you meant now. You laughed through a close-lipped Cheshire-cat grin, So rarely, hardly ever, a wonderfully raw sort of beauty. And I know what you were laughing at now. You sang me a song about rainy people in fog and gray, In a city of Moloched darkness, you'd written it down. And I think I might know it already if you played it again now. You had calluses on your fingertips and veins in your eyes, And scars all up your pale inner arm. And I have them too now; is this sort of sickness catching? You were

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A Poem About Nothing by PinkPawPrints, literature

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Mirrors by PinkPawPrints, literature

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Chasing Zebras by PinkPawPrints, literature

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Chasing Zebras

Windows by PinkPawPrints, literature

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Windows

Sehnsucht by PinkPawPrints, literature

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Sehnsucht

Let's Flip by PinkPawPrints, literature

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Let's Flip

Birdcage by PinkPawPrints, literature

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Being Mr. Harold Sigerson by PinkPawPrints, literature

Because You Smiled At Me by PinkPawPrints, literature

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The Mustache by CordeliaNoir, literature

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The Mustache

I don't spend an exorbitant amount of time caring for my mustache. My late wife bought me one of those tea cups that were in fashion of late where a ceramic lip protects your mustache leaving a small slit for the tea to reach your lips; I rarely use it however. I trim the ends twice a week to keep up appearances and that is that. My mustache is not a concession to beauty nor fashion. It is, in fact, a devise to hide a very slight hair-lip which I had the misfortune to be born with. I did not always feel the need to cover this slight deformity. On the contrary, I thought of it as a distinction for quite some years until I went off to school

BBC SH - Lullabies - B by HugMonster341, literature

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BBC SH - Lullabies - B

It was very rare to catch Sherlock Holmes humming. Occasionally the odd bar of a violin tune as he was composing, yes. But it was highly uncommon to find him with a song stuck in his head. But John Watson was a clever man, and he had spotted a pattern. When Sherlock texted Ophelia, occasionally John would find him gently murmuring a tune to himself as he typed. He didn't put two and two together until a few weeks later when a song came on the radio. At the beginning of the tune, Sherlock looked up. He never looked up normally. After a moment, John realised that it was the same song that he caught him humming very so often. A piece of

Music Metaphors Everywhere. by A-Musical-Infection, literature

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Music Metaphors Everywhere.

Your heart beats in a crescendo From the moment the song of your Breaths begins in a wailing, crying burst Of strident noises and rushing doctors inside White, disinfected rooms with bright lights and Thick windows, outside which one composer stands As the other holds you in her arms with a maternal smile. The volume continues to build as you outgrow everything from Your strident wails to shoes and clothes and age-old bedtime stories And having your mother hold your little hand tight as you cross the street. It keeps rising as you grow up, learn to dread school and to adore the opposite Gender. You learn what you like and don't, w

There Is No God In My Hometown Anymore. by A-Musical-Infection, literature

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There Is No God In My Hometown Anymore.

There was this one girl Who used to go to my school And used to be one of my best friends Before I knew how to make any All by myself. One of my only friends Back when everyone hated me For going to their school. And then one day Her brother was driving her to school Like on a normal day And a car drove Straight into the passenger door. And everyone at school dressed up for her And all the teachers took pictures While we all smiled And pretended nothing was wrong Before we went back to homeroom And didn't say a single word For the rest of the day Without feeling bad for laughing. I wonder if she saw those pictures Before

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Sehnsucht by PinkPawPrints, literature

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May 28
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Hello and welcome to my pageee<3 I'm Cassidy. Nice ta' meetcha. :)

Favourite Movies

Edward Scissorhands, Sherlock Holmes, Pirates of the Carribean, The Wizard of Oz :)

Favourite TV Shows

Sherlock 'n' Star Trek 'n' House (Oh my!)

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Nellie McKay, The Beatles, Jason Mraz, Dispatch

Favourite Books

Sherlock Hoooollllmesss<3 And Harry Potter. And 'Interview with the Vampire'. And 'And Then There Were None'. I CAN'T CHOOOOSEEEE...

Favourite Writers

Allen Ginsberg, Anne Rice, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, JK Rowling

Favourite Games

Clue. BUT NOT WITH SHERLOCK. O_o

Tools of the Trade

Microsoft Word; until it yells at me for making up my own words and I resort back to my notebook...

Other Interests

Writing, Drama Club, Playing Piano/Violin, Slaying Dragons, Reading, Making YouTube Videos

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PinkPawPrints

Jun 8, 2012

Hey Guiizzz:)

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Happy first day of summer!:3 For me anyway. SUCK IT, all of you who are still stuck in school. Or work. Or... prison. Anyways. So, again, sorry I haven't been on deviantART and all that, but I've been writing something extra-super-special lately and I might actually try to do something with it, or a version of it, or just the idea someday sooo... I don't want it on the internet. Ya know. ^^ BUT all's goin' purdy fine with me! How about you? How's good ol' dA these days? Oh! So, actually, the motive behind this post (because... I always have a motive. For everything. MWAHAHHAAHAHAHA.) is for... erm... more shameless self-promotion... He. He

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PinkPawPrints

May 3, 2012

Another Tagged Thingygabbor!:)

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By TEDDYICHENEUMON ...spelled sort of like that. RULES: 1. You must post the rules. 2. Each person must post 5 things about themselves in their journal. 3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create eleven new questions for the people you tag to answer. 4. You have to choose 11 people to tag and post their icons on your journal. 5. Go to their page and tell them you have tagged them. 6. No tag backs. 7. No stuff in the tagging section about "You're tagged if you're reading this". You legitimately have to tag 11 people.

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Apr 25, 2012

Because this song is me, in a nutshell.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4X_AgLfpndM Geek in the Pink by Jason Mraz. Listen and be completeeee:) Hey, ya'll, sorry I haven't been on DeviantART at all lately. Tumblr has swallowed me and I've been spending all my time there. And practicing violin because I still suckkkkk and I really want to improve. ^^ Gettin' better, gettin' better. Yuppers. Just know, I'm working on a new fanfiction and I'll be back in the swing of things sooner or later. Love ya guys!<3 :D

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Crystal-Magic13

Jun 18, 2014

This is a happy late/early birthday card for all of my friends,
because I overdo it too much to make you all your own.

I wish I could though!

When I got on DA today, I was alarmed.

It's almost your birthday!!!!!

Then I was like

Because it's almost your birthday, and I have no plans for your party!

Suddenly I had so much to do.
Food,

Music ,

And awesome friends!

I was satisfied with my preparations.

Than I realized something terribly important. So important it would effect everything I had done.
I DIDN'T MAKE THE BANNER YET!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There was only one way to fix it. PANIC!!!!

Then make the banner.

We made plans. Everyone would

We were all in our places, prepared to surprise you, when suddenly I realized.
YOU WOULDN'T BE COMING!!!!! So we ate all the snacks, danced to all the music,
and made you this card! Also, we saved you something very very special.

From us to you!

CordeliaNoir

Jul 2, 2012

Your +watcher gift is up [link]

Sorry it took so long and ended up being so short

I hope you like it!

~Delia

YAYYY!

Glad you like

Cassidy.
Cassidy the first episode of Sherlock is listed as free on iTunes.
I am in the process of downloading it and when it's done I am going to watch it.
/oh my god Cassidy Sherlock./

PinkPawPrints

Jun 13, 2012

eiohtweoithyoweurtyhaouiwretyoiawre WATCH ITTTTT!

DDD TELL ME IF YOU LIKE IT.

A-Musical-Infection

Jun 13, 2012

Give me time to watch it, k? XD