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Jade
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
United States
College Student -- Future Engineer -- Hopeless Romantic

just a 20 year old girl trying to find her way through life one mistake at a time.

i love all types of art. traditional art is my favorite but digital art is a close second. i'm addicted to watercolors. crocheting is now my favorite pastime. oh, and poetry. yeah, if you haven't already noticed it's kinda important to me. losing it would be like losing an arm. or a leg. not a foot though.

there shouldn't be anything else you need to know but feel free to drop me note anytime. i'm always here to talk.
Interests
  • Mood: Lonely
  • Listening to: Animals - Maroon 5
  • Reading: Calculus HW
  • Watching: Sailor Moon Crystal
  • Playing: Hexiled
  • Eating: Dinner
  • Drinking: Water
Hey lovelies~

So I'm doing a round of features as inspired by d-e-l-e-t-e-d

Just drop me a comment below and I'll feature my 3 favorite pieces from your gallery or you can even recommend deviants for me to feature. I'll do 20 features in total. If you do comment I'd appreciate it if you passed it on and did a similar journal starting with me. 

1. d-e-l-e-t-e-d 

ocean spraymy languid blood flows in my veins, drunk off
the sweat lacing your goddess skin. the sea
hides behind the shadows in your eyes, reflecting
the power of the bare moon. i am captivated
by the heaviness of your body, the symphony
of your tongue against mine -- you worship me
in a language i don't understand, but together
we wax strong under the star speckled sky.
   ConnectionsI rifle through the vinyls, letting my touch linger on each one before moving on. They all feel cold and lifeless, inhuman and unfeeling. I can sense a faint call in the base of my brain, a plea for companionship. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, trying to pinpoint where it's coming from. My hand hovers over the bin to my right before I reach in, my movements cautious. My fingers glide against a cover, and this one feels different than the others. I pull it out, sliding the case off and turning the record in my hands. It's old, and I can see the lines where its previous owner placed the needle. Some parts are denser than others where the song was played hundreds of times.
The cashier looks at me strangely when I bring it to the front, no doubt wondering why I didn't get any of the vintage, mint condition, collectible records. She asks whether I want a bag and I decline, opting to carry the vinyl close to my heart as I walk home. The sky above is grey, and I can smell an oncoming
   rusty mirrorsthe decay of champagne on your breath tastes
like salt and fire, a fever dancing to the rhythm of
broken glass. you and i are ghosts haunting ruins
in a poisoned ocean -- composed of marble, smoke
and steel, we are prisoners in this concrete universe.


2. DragonKeeper92 

War StatueSee the horse, standing alone?
In the shallow light, of a single lamp?
Snow in his saddle, in place of a rider.
Cries of defeat ring form his lips,
and memories of blood stain his eyes.
His ears are filled with dying screams,
and his heart lay still, unmoving and unyielding.
Tired hooves, after years of marching forward , finally stand on pedestal, where someone will notice his once great deeds.
Stories and legends hide in his breast,
where gawking eyes with never see,
where sculptors even, will never find.
   UntitledWe think of broken sunrises,
coated in a cherry blossom,
and showered down with dew.
Memories from last night and little flying lights,
they haunt my mind
and I try to escape, but there is no running, no hiding from the sun.
No matter how hard I try, time will keep on passing,
and the more that it does, the more my heart will shatter.
Then dusk falls down upon us, and we think of childhood memories,
our minds cluttered with snowmen and forts,
little games we played,
new scooters, a new bike.
All of it is meaningless.
All of it is trash,
all of it becomes my nightmares,
and when night comes around to put us down for sleep tonight,
I won't forget the good times,
but my heart will feel what you did,
my heart will feel so broken,
like all the times before.
I wish that I were dead sometimes.
Because now the sunrise comes again,
and the memories from the night before are haunting,
the memories of tears that are proven on my cheeks.
Now I want to be dead,
to forget you and your tormenting eye
   Like the OceanMaybe we should love like the ocean does.
Maybe whenever we leave for the shortest of times, we always come back.
We should need a hand to pull us up when we can't,
and maybe we should become stronger, the longer we are awake.
Maybe we shouldn't stop beating, shouldn't stop moving,
because if we do, our minds will wander away from love,
from what really matters,
from what's really important.
Maybe we should receive love like the shore.
Maybe we should always wait until our love comes back,
we should stand unwavering while they break us down relentlessly.
Maybe we should be swayed and molded and guided by our love.
Maybe we should let them drag us away, but always come right back,
and maybe we should go deeper, into the depths of the love,
and never come back.
maybe one day we should say we're leaving, and never come back the same way.
Maybe we should love like the ocean does,
love because the loss of love hurts more than a shot to the heart.
But maybe that's a good thing, because than

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The-Dream-Book Featured By Owner 17 hours ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the llama!
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SleepingInTheShadows Featured By Owner 14 hours ago  Hobbyist Writer
You're very welcome. (:
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copper9lives Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
I have no idea why I wasn't watching you before now. Situation: rectified! :heart:
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SleepingInTheShadows Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
:love: :tighthug:
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Theopenpage Featured By Owner 6 days ago
Thankyou for the llama
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SleepingInTheShadows Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist Writer
You're very welcome. Thank you for the watch. :D
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IIOtherworldlyII Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
thank you for the llama, oh lord! I wish I could return the favor; i hope favs and a watch will suffice. Love 
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SleepingInTheShadows Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Oh of course! There was no need to return the love though. I really appreciate the watch though. :heart:
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