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Colleen

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Wanderlust by je-connais, literature

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Wanderlust

I want to go out to the woodlands green, And stand 'neath the mighty trees. I'm longing to hark to the mournful keen -- The voice of the wistful breeze. I'll find me the place where the fox-gloves start, And violets coyly bloom, Where the whispering cypress stands apart In mystical, fragrant gloom. I'll go to where the feathery grasses lean To gaze in the placid brook; I want to go out to the woodlands green, And never give them a look. I want to go down to the open sea; I'll search for a sunlit strand Where clean-scented winds blow cool and free O'er glittering, swirling sand. I want to

The Dance by je-connais, literature

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The Dance

I have sent you my invitation, the note inscribed on the palm of my hand by the fire of living. Don't jump and shout, "Yes, this is what I want! Let's do it!" Just stand up quietly and dance with me. Show me how your follow your deepest desires, spiraling down into the ache within the ache, and I will show you how I reach inward and open outward to feel the kiss of the Mystery, sweet lips on my own, every day. Don't tell me you want to hold the whole world in your heart. Show me how you turn away from making another wrong without abandoning yourself when you are hurt and afraid of being unloved. Tell me a story of who you are, and

Bacchanale by je-connais, literature

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Bacchanale

Hand in hand, we ran through the Autumn forest - Our laughter soaring on the wings of the mad wind; In and out, tracing a fantastic path Through the passionate, flaming dogwood And the slim, virginal birches, Our limbs flashing white against the riotous background. The grape-leaves I twined rested lightly on your hair, And, as we ran, you shouted snatches of wild songs - Pagan hymns of praise to the dead gods. On we rushed, dizzy with the strong wine of Autumn.... I wonder if you've already forgotten &

The Eulogy by je-connais, literature

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The Eulogy

The man in the black suit delivers a eulogy. Each page he turns, turns a page of light on the ceiling, because death mimics us, mocking the eye's cowardly flight from the flower-covered coffin to the framed photo of the bereaved, alive. It is not night. It is Colorado. There are columbines dropping their veined shrouds on the crushed-stone path outside. A gold cufflink blazes as the eulogist raises his hands. Shadows alter the ceiling, the readable text. There are two ways to meet death, he says. One fearful, the other courageous. One day purposeful, the next hopeless. A young man died because he had sex. The eulogist speaks of soldier

Cheap Scent by je-connais, literature

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Cheap Scent

Garters lying like pale insects on her thighs, and jazz, ephemeral, familiar; roses floating in a bowl. The moment fills with birds, and she becomes sure of the music as a habit of plumage - a silk dress she wears to death. She lets him cross a carpet; lets him touch her face. And later, a lake: indistinct dancing. And later, shaking out her hair, she touches the soft trammeled planet of the atomizer, blowing cheap scent in the air where it remains like an excessive gesture. He says she appears blind from the side. A white craving presses against her profile. White shoulders. Toujours moi. She walks all the way back. Rain drowns in a gut

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Bacchanale

The Dance by je-connais, literature

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The Dance

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To the Right of Dreaming by HardcoverHeart, literature

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To the Right of Dreaming

Where the dawn disappears and midnight sears With its dark and dazzling deep. Where secrets are spun and the world is one In the space between wake and sleep. Where the Earth gasps and the Sun clasps To that otherwise beyond His reach. Where the planets sing and the heavens ring With glorious celestial speech. Where the lost surface and time doesn't pass In honor of all that is good. Where the broken are whole and your mortal soul Smiles as it always should. Where the willows dance and every romance Goes far beyond skin on skin. Where slick serpents soar and every door Is an opportunity to begin. Where silence speaks and the D

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Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: Among the clouds.
Favourite genre of music: Music, in general, tends to give me eargasms.
Favourite photographer: Emily. Lisa. Mandy. These people rock.
Personal Quote: "You are not illiterate." --Fortune Cookie

Favourite Visual Artist

Miss Emily. She's amazing. Der.

Favourite Movies

Is the plot interesting? Is the dialogue believable? Is the acting talented? It's a favorite.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The ones that paint with color.

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I absolutely adore Edgar Allan Poe and Sylvia Plath.

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Fighting pirates, causing mischief, and losing myself between the pages of a good novel.

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je-connais

Jul 25, 2007

A best friend.

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My eyes brimmed with tears as I read the timid, scrawled words written before me. A poem was left on my bed in the middle of a loud, obnoxious movie night in celebration of my parents' vacation. In celebration of freedom. And in between these antics, one of my very best friends had left a sheet of paper on my bed. I didn't notice it until I made my way back upstairs to get blankets and pillows, but there it was: black scribbles on a paper trimmed in yellow. The poem was titled, "Colleen." I'm going to write it now, just as it was written on the paper (but I have corrected the minor spelling errors, because I just couldn't retype those for yo

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XIIICosplay

Nov 29, 2007

Tag, you're it!

PS no tag backs

hopefulangel

Nov 10, 2007

ahh!! thanks for the fav!!! i love you!!! *MUAH*

hopefulangel

Jul 18, 2007

thanx a ton for the favs on [link]
and
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colleen...it means a ton to me

Lost-Kitsune

Jul 6, 2007

Your a new deviant? I never knew that. Welcome to deviantArt! I hope you have a great time here and that you meet a lot of the great people here as well! ^_^

HardcoverHeart

Jun 6, 2007

hey sweetie,
welcome to dA. yeah, i know, a little late. but i'm really not on here too often. lol. sooo, what kind of art does my brilliant darling do?
always.
your abbicus.

XIIICosplay

Apr 5, 2007

Cooooooooolleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee nn!

DwinkyPink

Apr 5, 2007

colleen!! ohmygoodness, welcome to DA! thanks for the friend add

do you just do poems or pictures too?

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Cheap Scent by je-connais, literature

Cheap Scent

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Cheap Scent by je-connais, literature

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