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Christine's Barricade by Chararwen, literature

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Christine's Barricade

"In My Life" I scan the lines with the passion of a child lost in a wilderness cursed by visage-less dreams "A Heart Full of Love" I squint as the page fades into the mangled contour of my tutor's mask-less face, which my heart – full of fear cannot omit from yesterday's memory "Find me now" I cannot lose him - a shadow looming like a broken umbrella from the balcony's shadowed precipice "Find me here" I stand immovable as his bat-like claws entangle my gaping throat – no longer ready to belt the pure-ish lines of a wide-eyed duchess – ignorant of the death-like coos of Phantoms. Cosette Is no mirror of my role i

Four-course Meal by Chararwen, literature

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Four-course Meal

I tried one and the sweet slushiness became the flowered essence of my heart-for my mind infatuated could bask in nothing else I took another and the salty hard taste made me flinch a joy that so impishly melted into a bitter tang – avidly cracking my bones and leaving my heart unguarded Yet more he offered and I grasped it regardless with both hands rugged and clamped – a fluidous massage with an aftertaste as dark and sullen as spinach puree I could not beam when I saw emptiness gaping at my light-shaded eyes from the bottom of the bowl But I turned for another and glowed as the bowl screamed its fullness – bein

Demonic by Chararwen, literature

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Demonic

With demonic eyes they pierced the shallows of my dreams cursing the heel-warded depths of my slumber With their sharp-hinged wings they carved perpetual caves into my tender skin and their shrieking voices rose in a frightening chorus – repeated in a tumultuous 'idee-fixe' that scraped a deep tunnel into my vulnerable soul And awoken I see their quivering shapes a blackened contrast in the presence of my sun-kissed eyes as their devilish hands worn with agility tear apart the fragile structures of my ears as if unraveling knots that keep a box sealed While they pour their guileful secrets – teeming with a pois

Introduction - The Royal-5 by Chararwen, literature

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Introduction - The Royal-5

In my childhood, they had much in common: the apples and my stepmother. They combined were the causes of the only two times in my life I had fallen ill: the first when my father fed me a spoonful of applesauce when I was barely one and a half, and the second when I was first introduced to Marilla at age seven, who my father with sugar-plummed words insisted was to be my "new mother." As my father's fantasy continued to pull him further out of my grasp, I began to remorse over the fact that I was the sole creature on earth who felt complete loyalty to my real and only mother. Even darling Selene, the girl who lived in the charming, iso

A Heart Full Of Love by Chararwen, literature

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A Heart Full Of Love

There be two that stand in shadows behind the clenching bars that case my home – that stare with wondering eyes upon my humble figure – thirsty for the burrowing secrets of love And one speaks with the passion to fill my gaping glass – dry and cackled – naïve without knowledge of what lies beyond this barricade I spend my wake-less nights behind He talks of names and rising dreams and a heart exempt of lightless regret – to where we wander without care of whom we may leave behind The other lies ignored stabbed by the sparkles of our fantasy – of which she cannot own – by which she lies alone as her eyes trail beh

Wolf-cry by Chararwen, literature

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Wolf-cry

His many forms multiplied in my dreams – they plodded in like a backwards flock of sheep – too ungainly in number to count the last one slink by They would lure me out from caverns to which I'd shied away claiming to offer me delivery from my loneliness – compromising my naivety for a greater price than that of the night before And he knew which of mine belonged to him: my heart my tears, my courage – of which he foresaw I could not reclaim and therefore tarried behind pondering the world in every step my slippers had left on the dew-mowed path And I knew not that of mine I had abandoned – nor the isle on which it

D'histoire by Chararwen, literature

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D'histoire

She awoke to the crying the spatters of joyful blood spilt like salt upon her pillow a guiltless confirmation and proof of true-crewed love Or not, per se, as she watched one so glorious melt into a pool of salty riddle – to be broken an omen so sand-capped for this family trapped in a samsaric cycle of history repeating She awakes to the crying the new spatters of blood betrayed spilt like lava into her helpless hands a nonchalant denial of the merciless pitfalls of non-existent true-crewed love She watches as one so dear slips dramatically to her shaken thighs inner-torn in a war between faith and love and two who s

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Moonlight In My Secret Window by Chararwen, literature

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Moonlight In My Secret Window

Moonlight in my Secret Window Come night Tred into my lair with your Soft faded feet Let your hair blow back behind you In the windless air Dark and wavy as the sea Let your twinkling mantle soar And envelope the fiery sun Trap it! So day may never return Let your starry green eyes shine Moonlight in my secret window Light the stars And bid them sing your praise Wrap your pearly fingers Around the fiery sun Trap it! So day may never return

Night Thief by Chararwen, literature

A Thick and Deadly Fog by Chararwen, literature

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A Thick and Deadly Fog

We had never known better times. Every event we faced seemed unjust, but normal. And there was always that bunch of us who stayed together and consoled one another when things went wrong. We had no fancy dresses…no classy shoes. Those were necessities that only the Afrikaans could own; those bloodthirsty Afrikaans who killed any innocent Negro or Colored person if they defied their brutal laws. Even the coloreds had more rights than we did. My Momma sometimes talked of leaving, but I'd always say that if we didn't have rights in our own country, where else would we find them? She would always look up and smile through her tears and call

Deathly Desertion by Chararwen, literature

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Deathly Desertion

I. Out of the Darkness they emerged From velvet Blood and turbulent Fire The Shamed and his company Seek shelter from their hopeless Fate Hoping to rise from Dishonor Memories of Destruction An unforgivable action of foolish love The brutal retribution of Enmity Smoke, Ash, and Fire Joining to murder faithless Hope Fathers of Rome flee from merciless Destiny Escaping Death Welcoming Bliss in hospitable Walls The lovely host of Carthage awaits Eyes shining brightly A love unspoken II. Conjoined with a Passion A flowing violet Gown, And a Breastplate of steel Months of Bliss Frightening Memories

247 by Chararwen, literature

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247

As fools we waste It like paper, overlooking It As if It existed in unlimited supply When wise and broken, we conserve It Claiming to cherish every particle It emits We grow consuming It, like a forest of berries Through which we attempt to plow through Constantly fearing what waits at the distant clearing From where few return From where the greedy and blind wish to receive golden rewards Where faitheless realists vow throughout life never to behold From where the keen-sensed hope to fall backwards to whence they came And bless their followers with misty insight on how to manage It How not to waste the swiftly fleeting substance

Tentative Closure by Chararwen, literature

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Tentative Closure

When Prudence's daughter hinted that you were mine Saw I no reason to reject her nostalgic theories When my riverbed of words and ideas, once teeming with inspiration Began to run dry Had I no reason to cease to pour out its shriveled secrets A tentative farewell to all for which my eyes have searched, Accepting with tears of disbelief, tattered fragments of evidence, Casting away all contrary proof into a gooey compilation of worry A final chance to bathe in fragrant self-indulgence Which to others is yet anothing desperate plea for moonlight love Another catering tribute to my melancholy obsession, Clinging to the nonsensical sho

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The Salt Thief by Danteholic, literature

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The Salt Thief

My fields stretched, long and narrow and yawned on humid afternoons as I scratched the backs of my old marshes. My currents ran clear; my only dream was to sweep the tops of seas, to have always sunshine in my nostrils and salt on my tongue. You washed up into the may of my life from some musky badlands. Mother warned you were nothing but common salt not up to the standards of my fleur de sel pedigree. I thought to cure you, to shake the blandness from your desert eyes, for you to be the vessel to hold my deposits, brackish and raw. Your love came in small packages but I stored them to become my concentrated hoard; a mi

Decisions by EmoElmo2201, literature

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Decisions

(Guitar Jump Start) Beyond the blaze of a heat so cold, Staring back is one found truth, A truth of good and evil from stolen youths, Bearing the scars of one's own past, The card of reckoning is cast, In the game of fate and hope, With a flash its gone, A life you held so dear, Closest to your heart beaten only by your own coroded soul, And now the decision is yours, Walk toward the heat so cold or fall into the endless oblivion you'll call home... (Guitar Mini-Solo) Home................. (Guitar Solo) No, I can't take this, Take me home!!!! I want a new life..... The decision is yours, No, I want to go home, Take me home

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D'histoire by Chararwen, literature

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About Chararwen

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United States
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: a terrace by a river
Favourite genre of music: All the way from rap to opera
Favourite photographer: My dad
Favourite style of art: Poetry kicks ass! :D
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Nano is awesome
Shell of choice: Guylian's chocolate shells - yummy!
Wallpaper of choice: The Road Oft Taken
Skin of choice: ?????
Favourite cartoon character: Haku
Personal Quote: The world is a leader's canvas and creativity is the paintbrush...

Favourite Visual Artist

too many

Favourite Movies

Lord of the Rings rules them all

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Evanescence, Cross Country, Nickeback, 3 Doors Down, Renee Fleming, Vanessa Carlton, Michelle Branch

Favourite Writers

J.R.R Tolkien

Favourite Games

MOW or Mau - can be spelled either way...any questions feel free to ask me

Favourite Gaming Platform

The quad at my camp in the grass is the best place to play MOW

Tools of the Trade

My green bag...it's all in the bag

Other Interests

Writing, Drawing, Music Composition, Running, Laughing, Ice Skating, Cello, Singing,

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Chararwen

Mar 14, 2007

MUSIC!

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Just a thought...sometimes I wonder if some of these survey things are made by stalker, perverted people because I just saw one that asked: 1.  What size jeans are you? 2.  Are you athletically built?   3.  Are you thin or fat? 4.  Have you ever considered meeting an online friend in person? Isn't that a little weird? So...on to the main point of this journal entry. I am SO excited because I just e-mailed a chief official in my city's government who will hopefully help me start a music-tutoring organization that will provide free music lessons for those who cannot afford them.  A lot of public schools' music classes have been cut becau

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Chararwen

Mar 8, 2007

It's Better to be Independent

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Nevermind...I realized it would be better to be independent because this "challenge" got old fast.  I don't want to confine myself to those topics like that. So...I'm going to look for some new inspiration.  It could come from my new outspurted interest in music, or the summer - which is approaching quicker than I'd like (I'm not ready to go to camp yet...) or perhaps the independence I feel I'm lacking in my life. I feel like I'm in a little box that I can't escape from.  I can't get good grades in science.  I can't stop hiding who I truly am.  I know I'm in control, but I just haven't taken the iniative to improve my life.  I feel like th

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Chararwen

Mar 7, 2007

Succumbing to the trend

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ok...I am succumbing to to this 100 theme challenge trend...seems pretty cool - hope I follow through with it! THE LIST: 1. Introduction 2. Love - http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/49441719/ 3. Light 4. Dark 5. Seeking Solace 6. Break Away 7. Heaven 8. Innocence 9. Drive 10. Breathe Again 11. Memory 12. Insanity 13. Misfortune 14. Smile 15. Silence 16. Questioning 17. Blood 18. Rainbow 19. Gray 20. Fortitude 21. Vacation 22. Mother Nature 23. Cat 24. No Time 25. Trouble Lurking 26. Tears 27. Foreign 28. Sorrow 29. Happiness 30. Under the Rain 31. Flowers 32. Night 33. Expectations