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This screeching in my heart – do you hear it?
Needle prick tears just below the eyes,
waiting for the vortex to open
and darkness to swell.
I'm screaming inside – can you hear?
Tree-bark skin thought to be tough
only birch. Parchment thick.
Flesh, exposed to the elements.
Sobs escaping – will you hear me?
Swirling past into present,
the vortex begins to open...
Darkness swells.
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Gentle blade,
so slowly you stab.
Dull, constant
You will never leave me.
Years we've grown
knowing each other more deeply.
Then the rasping,
Oh blood, you're new.
But not for long.
Pain dons new garb.
Dressing up for a special night,
in waves of roiling thunder.
Old friend, I wouldn't be sorry to see you go.
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Butterfly woman looks to sky in predawn
dancing elegantly between dewdrops, pine needles
imitating sun-glazed clouds in the wind.
Moth woman dances at twilight,
Charlston-flapper wings, fluttering like panicked eyelashes.
Dodging hungry bats, she swoops toward sky
and bright lit moon –
moth to flame.
Butterfly woman twirls in sunlight
warmth and breezes lifting her delight.
Spirit of the order,
she leaps to feel the treetops.
Moth woman twists through darkness
pale arms raised, undulating.
Spirit of the wild,
she knows paths of the world.
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Mature content
Cold :iconlorananirren:lorananirren 1 0
Fertility Rites
she spoke
in the place where ever
meets infinity
eight perfect circles
rounding their sources
of fertility rites and
encompassing a concept
only dreamt of
in the darkest of their
holy nights
she spoke,
whispering age-old truths
she was born
to understand
her eyes perceived in new vision
no longer the
passions and pleasures
of youth
she began to see in terms
of future
and forever
of the greatest possible
murmuring her hopes and fears
she caressed her body's newborn swells
soothing the wildness within
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I used to understand the laughter of the breeze
and the language of the trees as they spoke in silent prayer.
I used to speak in river babble,
it was beautiful –
Robin song after a desolate winter.
I lost the path to dreams,
mired in mundane quicksand.
Trapped by my desire to live,
I forgot how.
You showed me the stars again,
The stars are lost souls
Burning beacons to guide our way.

Turning to me, you wrote "My Star" on my left arm
And said I held you back from joining the Pleiades.
Your breath joined my nerves in a desperate tango
Seductive whispers: You inspire
the deepest serenity in me,
The first frozen raindrops entwined in patterns
on a December window pane.

And I shiver from toenails to follicles
with the moonbeam caress of your lips –
you trace a path on my skin,
a falling star follows and I am found.
The tree prayer sings,
wind's laughter rings,
because your heart
gave my soul wings.
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Mature content
Teardrop :iconlorananirren:lorananirren 4 4
Her Heart Yearns
Restless, storm-swept night
sighing distantly with cooling winds --
Raindrops slather the gutters
a moment, a drowning waterfall.
Clouds whisper secrets
of the hidden Harvest moon.
time to retire
with the song of wind chimes.
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Retail Therapy
One long loop, scale-patterned
entwined with crossing straps
that shine like oil in the sunlight
without the rainbows.
The two inch, narrow heel
usually isn't my style.
Do I really want to spend
$25 I could use for food?
Slip on the right, just try the fit.
and the left – see how they walk.
I sway my hips more, I can feel it.
They match my slacks better
than the leather brown sandals.
Some say money can't buy happiness,
but maybe one can buy a piece of peace.
Checking the mirrors
the lady in Shopko's shoe department
mentions that they match my outfit –
As if I didn't see that.
Standing behind the car with an open trunk,
sandals tossed into the box.
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The Nature of a Home
It's possible to have an organized mess
knowing that everything has its proper place,
but not always putting things away.
It's my room, my home –
I'm comfortable as long as I can walk
among the rabble on the floor.
Hair spiders and dust bunnies own my floor;
they grow and reproduce, it's such a mess!
Sometimes it's so bad I'm afraid to walk
through to my bed. They bite my feet, take over the place!
Then I know it's time to show them this is MY home.
I vacuum, and they go away.
Sometimes I think, "If I could find a way
to get new carpeting for this floor
this room would feel so much more like home!"
I'd like to have more seating, but the mess
of furniture just can't fit in this small place.
I think too much. Maybe I need a walk.
Down the institutional hall, the stairs, and out to the sidewalk
arguing with myself that I'm not running away
from always being the one to clean this place.
Crumbs constantly on the counters, filthy floors –
I'm not paid to clean my roommates' mess,
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Mature content
Untitled - Villanelle :iconlorananirren:lorananirren 0 6
Manipulator's Woman
A candle wick, drowned in wax, burning low,
the scent of lavender gently soothing.
So many times I've watched that candle's glow
creating masquerades, shadows smoothing
the corners, edges, and all things between.
Mixed in with hazy, vodka-induced sight
to soften sharpness of a pain so mean
my muscles clench and give out in its bite.
The water scalds, skin reddened with the heat
but deeper pain holds my neurons enthralled.
Knees to my chest, and hands clasping my feet
resisting all you've said – I've just recalled.
And, overcome with tears, I let them break
I've realized how much I let you take.
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I Believe in Roots
"You've got to believe in somethin," she said,
as if there isn't any other way
to live a happy, proper life today.
I really wanted to go back to bed;
I got to listen to her rant instead.
"I don't always agree with what they say,"
and "those kind don't believe in the right way!"
I'm hoping she forgets – I'm filled with dread.
A reed may bend to winds both strong and harsh
surrounded by a frozen, darkened pond,
and seem as beaten by the windy will
as does a debtor faced with a new bill.
Reeds are connected underneath the marsh
by roots that form an unbreakable bond.
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Appeal to Tradition
I refuse to bless you when you sneeze
the practice is outdated, an old myth.
I have more faith in words heard on the breeze
than in the holy books you pelt me with.
It's not that I disparage your beliefs,
no, individuals must choose their own.
I'd rather like to turn a newer leaf –
expose the bias of religious drones.
I will not argue; try to change your mind
that's not my purpose, I would never show
such disrespect. If you respond in kind,
we can agree to disagree and grow.
The mountain's stance does not refer to me;
in my small ways, I stand for what I see.
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Safe Space
It's not an easy walk. I like to take the shortcut, though I risk bloodthirsty brambles and muddied shoes or feet. As I walk, I remember midnights and noontides and mornings before. Each time the track is slightly different, but always leading toward the same place. My place. A mini cliff that looms over one of many shallow sandbars in Pheasant Branch. Branches of a fallen tree create a little shelter, a place to sit and think and feel safe away from life.
Cliche though it may be, there's no other way to put it than to say the creek babbles in the springtime. The soul of the place softly sings, speaking to me in gentle water speech. I hear birdsong in the sunshine: cardinals and chickadee chickadee chickadee dee dee. Those phoebe birds whine clearly through the air. I know that's not really their name, but that's what I hear whenever they're nearby. Cooing croons of mourning doves and harsh caws of jays fighting crows. A breeze trickles through the treetops, following the path of the c
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Imperfection - Friendship :iconlorananirren:lorananirren 2 2

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upon his shield, her fingers retrace
his open wounds, moths attend the
darkness of a moonless night
the drone of his breath shifts low,
a mist that rolls into the tent
illuminated by torchlight
the anointed scent of him that
bathes his body in ceremony,
a portent to his passing
the sole utterance amiss, a
heavy pall awaits my vigilance as
time grows short
solemnly I rise to sit astride and
honor him in body and song, for the
final journey to Elysium
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Little Soldiers
The plan, worked out to the smallest detail.
Every obstacle’s marked, terrain scrutinized and the guard timed.
Ever so stealthily, I moved from my blind, using what cover was provided and blinding light from the rising sun.
Slowly moving forward with no more sound than the breeze.
Inching ever closer to that objective.
Closer yet seeming farther.
One inch, then 2.
One foot, then another.
Time rushing by and the distance not seeming to diminish.
This was the thing I most had dreaded. I knew it could happen, so it was anticipated.
Even so the adrenalin was rushing through me, pounding in my ears.
Imploring the captive with nothing but a calming face and index finger to the lips, hoping it would be enough to not be given away.
Covering the ground not any more swiftly than before, a mad silent slither.
Finally reaching the bars of the cage.
Sliding under on my back, agonizing slowly to the trap, out of view of even the anxious captive, to the trap.
Pushing gently, noiselessly
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Interview with Liliana Sanches
♦ interview with Princess-of-Shadows
Liliana Sanches's art is something I have been admiring since I have come to deviantArt. Her persistancy and motivation to create artworks and also grow into different styles and media of art has really inspired me so much.

♦ First off I just wanted to say that I feel completely speechless when I look at your works. They are magnificently beautiful and excellently finished. Now that you are taking your art more seriously, where do you plan to take your art? What kind of career path are you trying to follow and what goals do you have for the future?
First of all, I must thank you for this opportunity. It's very sweet and kind of you. I'm just not used to be interviewed, as I'm usually on that side :]
Well it is a fact that every day I am taking my Art more seriously, and currently I am working with all my strength in pursuing a career as a professional illustr
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Villanelle: TEMPEST
Tempest wears itself the ir'ny
Upon my arm for all to show,
And in my hair full fast asleep.
Devil may care but I can't be
Bothered, nor will I ever know.
Tempest wears itself the ir'ny
Twisting itself cruel around me,
Pulling me under in its tow
And in my hair full fast asleep.
The eye of the storm rev'rently
I'm blinded to my ev'ry foe,
Tempest wears itself the ir'ny.
A lover's trust within my creed
When hence the pain I give is slow,
And in my hair full fast asleep
Sustains us through the tyranny
Where all is lost in spite the flow.
Tempest wears itself the ir'ny
And in my hair full fast asleep.
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Since I really did much on this site. I needed a break, and then life got busy, as it does. I think I'm ready to be a more regular visitor here again though. For now, anyway.

Here's to new beginnings and old friends :)


Linguistically Luscious
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United States
I'll change this later.
Current Residence: A new place!
deviantWEAR sizing preference: XL
Favourite genre of music: There's something in every genre I've enjoyed pretty much
Favourite photographer: Sarah, most def. *hugs to Sarah!*
Favourite style of art: Photo and poetry
Operating System: J-3000 Beta, still working out the bu!@#$&(*^gs xD
MP3 player of choice: Yeah...still no splurge on one yet.
Shell of choice: That one! Over there! LOOK! IT'S RIGHT THERE I SAY! Gah, no! Not that one >.<
Wallpaper of choice: Something reflective of my moods, generally something blue.
Skin of choice: Mutant Mystique's :D
Favourite cartoon character: I think I'll go with fav cartoon for now...the classic X-men, old school ftw!
Personal Quote: I may not love myself always, I may have my doubts, but I know who I am.


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Pajunen Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2014
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My pleasure :)
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My pleasure, of course :D
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lorananirren Featured By Owner Jul 24, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Absolutely my pleasure! It's a beautiful piece, and as a druid-minded D&D player it really called to me :D
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