blackeyedowldothfly
blackeyedowldothfly
May The Story You Read Be The Peace In Your Soul
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Young aspiring anthropology writer đŸ–€
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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Who knows, what can you meet in tropical forests of far away countries, where dragons are not just old tales and legends. But not only dragons live there.  If you will be lucky enough, you can see a rare guardian of southern forests, a beautiful fantasy creature acting similar to a big cat. It’s kind, never cause troubles to those, who don’t hurt trees and animals in forests. It’s feathers gloves in darkness by magestic azure light, that throws away darkness and bad dreams.. 
A break from Inktober challenge, I missed my pencils so much! *__*
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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“Everything about me is unfinished, insufficient.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from a letter to Lou SalomĂ© written c. December 1905
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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“The comforting scent of dying flowers filled me. I felt like a sufferer who is glad to die. The consolation of autumn made the universe less intolerable.”
— Renée Vivien, tr. by Jeanette H. Foster, from “A Woman Appeared To Me,”
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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“There was such a gap between what she wanted and where she was that she could hardly stand it.”
— Margaret Atwood, from “Bodily Harm,” published c. November 1981
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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“If I am a witch, then so be it, I said. And I took to eating black things–coffee, dark chiles, the bruised part of fruit, the darkest, blackest things to make me hard and strong.”
— Sandra Cisneros, from Woman Hollering Creek; “Eyes of Zapata,” c. 1991
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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Sometimes when the words are right
And when the atmosphere is good
There are sentences that evolve
Never to be spoken by our lips
But fantastic in the way they glow
Like a light in the chasm of conversation
Too beautiful to speak those words
But too glorious not to share
-runawaymusings
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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Drown
The icy cold waters are flooding around my feet. The weights have been tied to my ankles and you’ve thrown me overboard. The dark water fills my lungs as I gasp and scream for air but the sound will never reach the ears of those I need most.
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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Voiceless
I’m suffocating on my words. I choke on the sentences as they come out of my mouth. The pressure of sadness is constricting my voice and only the demons in my head can hear me screaming in pain.
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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Front Porch Step // Poison
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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where’s the lie
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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So how’s writing going?
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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Destroyed
My skin of paper and my heart of glass cannot handle the pressure of your hands around my throat. The bruises you’ve left on my skin are constant reminders of what you’ve done to me. An in the dark after you’ve gone, I cry myself to sleep in pure agony; alone and afraid.
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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No return
Not even the gods could save you after you’ve destroyed your own heart
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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have you ever just cried because you’re you
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blackeyedowldothfly · 6 years ago
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Hell isn’t a place I say
It’s the feelings
When we almost kissed
The last touch before you go
Fires burning throats
With words unspoken
Electric neurons zapping
As I see your face in a crowd
A stranger with your eyes
And my name not on your lips
In the cobalt nights alone
And the over exposed days
Where I fade away like film
Set in the light too long
Hell is missing your face
And the dimple on your cheek
Finding my bed larger than me
Hell is when we are apart
Heaven a silver of light
When you return
-runawaymusings
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