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Searching The Cosmos by dragnixcatc, literature

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Searching The Cosmos

Blackness- Broken splinters like dreams Stars in the darkness of closed eyes. Drifting into emptiness. Flicker- Warming and reaching across a wave-less ocean Hands grasp-pulling gently up from the depths Can it be- a pink sunrise cresting the horizon? Gravity- Along a grassy bank- mahogany eyes look down Softly embracing hands, arms, souls The world awakens anew. Kismet- Souls searching since cosmic birth Supernovae, shooting stars, nebula None compare to sparks of two souls connecting- once lost, but now found.

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Searching The Cosmos by dragnixcatc, literature

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Searching The Cosmos

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A Lamenting Octopus by dragnixcatc, literature

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A Lamenting Octopus

Have you heard the tale young Sir of the octopus in the sea? where he cursed the very fish that brought him not but cups the salty tea? Imploring he asked a wise whale asking why and how and all questions in between, but no answer was given but a wave of his tail. How sorrowful he cried, But no matter how hard he tried the fish, can't you see, Could not keep the sea from out the tea!

Continued WIP- Critique requested by dragnixcatc, literature

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Continued WIP- Critique requested

I sat beneath scarlet leaves A flame of cool Autumn air As whispers of Winter crinkle leaf corners And creak sleepy branches. Staring up at the night sky Breath mingling with early fog -Crawling through the tree tops. I wonder why this season with chilled nights Is the one held dearest to my heart? I am the crisp morning air on a late Autumn day As winter takes a tentative peek from shivering branches Through the fog rising from each breath And whispers of snowflakes dancing and twirling onto upturned faces. Come with me to the meadow of dreams, Reeds and cattails swaying in place And watch the world pass before our eyes -With the last cal

Autumn by dragnixcatc, literature

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Autumn

I. Gentle rains fall puttering into puddles At the feet of an old park bench. Drops from a scarlet umbrella Cascade down joining floating leafy boats. A breeze blows making the leaves shiver Slowly they tint from greens to yellows and reds Hinting towards Autumn. II. Leaves combat the winds twirling Brushing them from limbs Onto busy street corners and window sills. Frost crinkles beneath boots Crystallizing a fiery world. Silly grins and ghastly ghouls Peer over curbs and tree trunks As a pale harvest moon creeps through the night sky. III. The air is cool and crisp showing wisps of smoke at each breath. A hushed world sighs as it beg

Autumn to winter literature piece WIP by dragnixcatc, literature

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Autumn to winter literature piece WIP

I sat beneath scarlet leaves A flame of cool Autumn air As whispers of Winter crinkle leaf corners And creak sleepy branches. Staring up at the night sky Breath mingling with early fog Crawling through the tree tops I wonder why this season with chilled nights Is the one held dearest to my heart? I am the crisp morning air on a late Autumn day As winter takes a tentative peek from shivering branches Through the fog rising from each breath And whispers of snowflakes dancing and twirling onto upturned faces. Come with me to the meadow of dreams Reeds and cattails swaying in place And watch the world pass before our eyes -With the last call o

The End by dragnixcatc, literature

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The End

The bells thundered and cracked like whips Scarring the backs of the innocent. As skies red with wicked fervor Spit fire and destruction in its wake. The earth cleaves in twos, threes, too many to count As smoke curls-serpentine towards the angered heavens. A symphony of cries and moans Reaches in harmony to the cringing and shuddering Earth Of those seeking redemption In hopes of a better place And loved ones cradled in once fighting families' arms Struggle to mend ties severed. Whole lifetimes try to pass in a heartbeat. Within chaos a crevice of peace and serenity Whisper of goodbyes and of love Two hands holding and soft tears fall

Katrina: A Story Untold Cont. by dragnixcatc, literature

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Katrina: A Story Untold Cont.

With a sigh she sat on one of the large stones, smooth from time beneath a towering oak tree. The cat in turn becoming bored with the fish, listened intently to the surrounding forest his head resting on his paws and ears twitching. Katrina looked above her at the branches, as tangled as they seemed, they still let some filtered light through creating dappled shadows on the forest floor. Curiously, she noticed something small out of the corner of her eye moving. Focusing on it she saw it to be nothing, but a young spider swaying in the breeze. She gave him a soft touch with a finger and he scurried back to his spidery home in the tree leaves.

Untitled by dragnixcatc, literature

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A whisper floats across wheat Golden in the fields of late afternoon sun. Deafening is this silence- emptiness Once sparrows and swallows Sang out across the barn yard As bright yellow met the morning light. Do not fear or weep for I shall remain Look to the east Gather warmth from Dawn Look to the yearling colt frolicking in the tall grass Gather strength from its determination Look to the heavens 'tween the clouds Gather faith that I am still here, Whispering and guiding you.

A Farmer's Hope by dragnixcatc, literature

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A Farmer's Hope

Gentle Spring rain Awakens yawning buds As sunbeams peak past fading drifting clouds. Early morning gives rise To new calves seeing a new world In the rising fog and dissipating snow banks In the warming sun comes new life to once barren fields of tan corn stalks from harvest. The air comes alive with birds in harmony to the steady hum of tractors Shedding their dust from Winter to til the land. New hope arises in the farmer's heart of a bountiful harvest. Each turn of the tractor and discs softens soil ready for seed and good summer days.

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Holiday Card Project 2012 by Heidi, journal

Holiday Card Project 2012

Nov 7, 2012

It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards. In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out

Untitled by LadyIcefyre, literature

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A pine needle grows on the end of its branch Amongst its many siblings. It’s the soft kind, the long kind, Not the short and spiky ones which bite Deep when you grab them. I reach up and touch her, marveling At the smooth surface, the Light give of her back when I ruffle Her gently with but a fingertip. I run my fingers through the others, Their cool faces a contrast To the rough, fragrant bark they cling to. Today is a day of strange breezes, The breed which are not stiff, yet Not quite gentle. The kind that don’t seem To know where they’re blowing. “Hello, little needle! How I know What it is to be tossed about on

she has rainy brown eyes and a muddy smile by wickedcurly, literature

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she has rainy brown eyes and a muddy smile

summer sighs satisfied and gathers her scattered self in a worn leather suitcase, her constant cloudless mood lets her be ready for next year and the year after that they all lament at her leave and openly wail at autumn's peevish arrival (she was too shy to storm in as winter always did) but she tries so hard to redress for the chill of her heart, painting avidly to give them the colors she never understood.

an atheist's prayer by moondrums, literature

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an atheist's prayer

dear god, i planted no tulips in autumn and no tulips came in spring. how silly of me, then to mourn the empty garden, to long for fields of amsterdam, to kneel at night in cold dirt, hands folded. i’ve learned there is a certain ache in lacking a thing never had, that small itch whose relief is two seasons past – so god, if you can hear me, know that i am homesick for amsterdam, whose name, like yours, i know but whose flowers i cannot see.

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Night Sky by dragnixcatc, literature

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Night Sky

Come sit in grasses of late summer and early fall. Listening to crickets and the sigh of a breeze whispering secrets. Together we can paint the night sky Getting lost in stars falling around us With the silvery moon sweeping our essence upwards To galaxies and supernovas in the expanse called space. Together we will hang a tire on the rings of Saturn And glide through the Milky Way. Let's be daring and jump off into the unknown. Beyond the reaches of this world, Through bright lights of a distant star's dying embers. Catching the tail of a comet We land amongst fireflies in a flash of sparks And the click and hum of katydids

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Winter's Passing by dragnixcatc, literature

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Winter's Passing

Autrefois les ombres de notre danse Pleuraient sur le bassin paisible De ce qui fut jadis notre amour. Les feuilles qui palpitent Sont immobiles et calmes. The water was frozen Where we skated in winter A ballet of hearts Strung taut and graceful. Les larmes sont maintenant gravées Sur chaque ligne d'un quatuor d'amour. Les notes pâles tissent entre les arbres Et chuchotent faiblement aux étoiles. New buds are springing forth With it a new melody to a different tempo Alas we can not harmonize the notes When the water freezes once more We may carve a new song in our hearts.

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Artist // Hobbyist // Photography

Sep 10
United States
Deviant for 16 years
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I love to write and draw as well as take photography. I'm a relatively reserved person until I get to know you then I am pretty easy to get along with.

Favorite Quotes: "Awesome Possum" "Holy McCheezits!"

Current Residence: Morgantown, WV, USA
Favourite genre of music: country, rock, pretty much any really mostly country though
Favourite photographer: my daddy
Favourite style of art: fantasy
Operating System: toshiba
MP3 player of choice: Craig MP4 player
Shell of choice: a hermit crab shell! lol
Wallpaper of choice: a cool one
Skin of choice: dragon scales of course! n.n
Favourite cartoon character: does Simba count 8D
Personal Quote: Slinky + escalator = infinate fun n,n

Je parle francais, aussi!

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everyone!

Favourite Movies

Lion King, Time Traveler's Wife, Secretariat

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Colbert Report, Daily Show, Demetri Martin Show, Roadents, CSI, history channel shows, How It's Made

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

P!ATD, Poison, oldies, Kenny Chesney , anything esle releated to country, and rock and such

Favourite Books

Snow Walker, Tomorrow, Warrior series, anything fantasy related

Favourite Writers

Jenu, Paladinofshadow