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Silk Road
My head alights upon your shoulder
As you enfold me in your arms.
An exhausted bird has regained his perch
Bringing his aimless flight to an end.
Sweet nightingale, your soothing tune
Echoes through my heart's mountain.
Matched only by your heart-song
In the valley of your breast.
My hands and eyes are caravans
That amble along your form.
And my cartographer mind charts your geography
A Silk Road I would tread a thousand times.
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Happy Birthday, deviantART by nightshade-keyblade Happy Birthday, deviantART :iconnightshade-keyblade:nightshade-keyblade 20 10
Hozan (La Tristesse)
Au nom de toi, Ô brume tout-enveloppant,
Dans la présence duquel une nuance de regret déverse son accord éphémère, comme si on espérait se réveiller a une vocation connu que dans l’esprit. Ce contraste émotionnel qui est ressenti-et dés un clignement des yeux soudain, sans un moment donné pour le comprendre-est en soi une rêverie mourant d’envie d’être entendu…bien sûr, avec prudence exercé assidument. Il est difficile d’estimer son âme à l’abri de la mélancolie-à moins qu’on soit un fantôme, ce qui est le cas avec nous tous.
Ô Demoiselle, dont le sourire est un songe sculpté par le Tout-Puissant…Je me demande combien de temps j’ai pensé de cette belle silhouette qu’était ton sourire, qui m’a permis de tourner la page. Il est comme des flocons de neige perché sur les feuilles d’hiver-tendre,
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OC Character Profile-Rebecca Simmons
OC Character Profile
Name: Rebecca Leigh Simmons
Age: 17 years
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: United States, mixed Irish-English ancestry
Born: Germany  
Lives: United States (formerly South Africa, Turkey, Croatia, and the Philippines)
Height: 5 feet 4 inches, 164.6 centimetres
Build: Inverted triangle general shape with hips slightly wider than waist  
Clothing Style: Casual
Unusual Features: None
Hair Colour/Style: Medium Brown
Eye Colour: Brown
Eye Shape: Deep set, evenly spaced
Nose: Medium sized, Roman nose with straight bridge
Facial shape: Oval with smooth chin, prominent cheekbones
Lips: Thin on top, full on bottom
Skin Tone: Medium, no colour in cheeks
Personality (positive): kind, good natured, intelligent, hard working student, compassionate, strong willed
(negative): timid, socially awkward, reserved when not encouraged by her close friends and trusted ones, self conscious.
Fears: rejection, failure (especially academic and artistic failure), snakes, insec
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Undefeated: No One Fights Alone by nightshade-keyblade Undefeated: No One Fights Alone :iconnightshade-keyblade:nightshade-keyblade 8 13
Mature content
Business Hours :iconnightshade-keyblade:nightshade-keyblade 11 11
Masked Man by nightshade-keyblade Masked Man :iconnightshade-keyblade:nightshade-keyblade 23 30 Stealth Mode II by nightshade-keyblade Stealth Mode II :iconnightshade-keyblade:nightshade-keyblade 10 0 Stealth Mode by nightshade-keyblade Stealth Mode :iconnightshade-keyblade:nightshade-keyblade 7 15 Back in Action by nightshade-keyblade Back in Action :iconnightshade-keyblade:nightshade-keyblade 8 29
Mature content
The Blind Leading the Blind :iconnightshade-keyblade:nightshade-keyblade 10 16
Mature content
Guardian Devil :iconnightshade-keyblade:nightshade-keyblade 7 10
Bow In by nightshade-keyblade Bow In :iconnightshade-keyblade:nightshade-keyblade 6 4 Body Shot by nightshade-keyblade Body Shot :iconnightshade-keyblade:nightshade-keyblade 4 0 Muay Thai Round Kick by nightshade-keyblade Muay Thai Round Kick :iconnightshade-keyblade:nightshade-keyblade 8 7 Back Spinning Elbow by nightshade-keyblade Back Spinning Elbow :iconnightshade-keyblade:nightshade-keyblade 4 0


A winter rose by HollyBell A winter rose :iconhollybell:HollyBell 1,914 110 BookMark by dadaartimka BookMark :icondadaartimka:dadaartimka 48 9
Emily dreamt
of Heathcliff in that
very chair,
Anne found herself
in Agnes
by the window
over there,
and Mr Rochester bled
from Branwell's
screams on the stair.
I love this room
as my brother loved
his drink. It damages
that which remains
of this family
to be so surrounded
by memories
of those we
ache to see.
Father writes letters
next door, and I
long for my sisters;
the missing parts
of me.
Even now
I imagine their
ghostly footsteps
mimicking my own.
I try to remember
Emily's curls and
Anne's sweet smile;
the way they walked
around our home.
It scares me
that I can picture
neither, for both
are now beneath
And so
I go on walking,
walking on alone.
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My Will O Wisp, I Spent Years Finding You In War
Dear William, when you warned people with that runaway star, no one noticed. Part of you died when you hurdled towards the Earth. In wartime, everyone loses part of themselves. My father fought for the next great war until his legs gave out. I don’t know if he ever killed someone, but I imagine a field of corpses and the smell of defecation would at least change a person. He never mentions it, except late at night, when we both look at the sky and watch you. He knew which way to go when fighting because he’d watch your stars and you’d keep him from danger. I’ll never forget that. His face was battered and grateful when he came home underneath the moon.
Yesterday, part of the Ursa Major was missing. Alkaid left your sky, William. My father tells me that he died a long time ago and the message has just now reached us, the light taking millennia to appear and disappear from the planet’s atmosphere. But I know he’s lying. If that were true, you wouldn
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The King and the Ghoul
Excerpt from the Travel Journal of Dr. Babitunji, Chief Magician of King Sulakhan: Collected by T. P. Hade of the Nonhuman Cultural Illumination Project
Author’s Note: In 461BK, during the second year of his reign, King Sulakhan toured the outer reaches of the Saaraiah Desert to offer gifts to his citizens and learn more about his kingdom. This occurred in the town of Basieruz, now a popular tourist destination.
We did not tame magic with our intellect. The natural world perfected its use long before we attempted to define it with our convoluted theories. – King Sulakhan
The Head Man prostrated himself before us. Without waiting for permission to speak he told of the woes which had befallen the village. On every tenth day at noon an Ifrit would appear in the marketplace and demand money, food and drink, or women. If the spirit’s master was not satisfied with the previous offering a citizen would be taken at random, never to be seen again. As tomorrow was
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Junk Food
The pawnbroker will suffer a heart attack if he didn’t stop clogging his arteries with fast food. The veins in his neck stood out prominently beneath the folds of fat under his chin. Or maybe I was just hungry and my senses were being thrown into overdrive. Even junk food smelled appetizing.
My friend Cale was struggling to keep his head up. He was trying to go for an easygoing pose with his head perched on his palm to eschew suspicion. It looked like it took every ounce of concentration to keep up the pretense, his head occasionally falling to one side when his muscles were worn out by the strain.  He kept the sleeve of his other hand close to his nose because of the frothy bleeds he’s been getting lately.
The pawnbroker held the watch up the light with scrutiny. It was real gold studded with small diamonds around the clock face. Probably thought it was fake. I read it in his curved brow and sucked-in lip. When we produced the valuable, he rolled his eyes as he snatch
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Children's Games
The pumpkins were carved and all set in place, one at each window and door. High chattering voices edged with anticipation filled the crisp autumn air. Children sat in clusters of two or three across every garden and street in the village. Each one in a white smock, painting their holiday masks. Cloth and papermache molded after creatures real or fantastic, here a wolf and there a bear with a golden horn, and another with a mask that could be a demon or a troll. 
Millicent walked among them, a girl barely old enough to be allowed to grow her hair long. She smiled and asked each one as she passed, "What's that you're making there?" A question rewarded often with rambling stories. "This is the wolf that took our sheep," one boy said. And another, "The highway man that killed my pa." A little girl solemnly informed Millicent that the fanged blob she was painting in rainbow hue was the beast beneath her bed.
Millicent patted her on the head. "It looks very fearsome." 
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Lancelot du Lac
Lancelot held someone in his lap
Gwynevere but the head is tilted away
with the hair in the dirt they had just tread in;
"There is no one good
or kind or necessary enough
to be meaningful to God"
who took the woods and populated them
with treasonous things
whose banners became only simple shapes within years
and whose castles fell apart within lifetimes
They will sit there as long as they need.
as we watch the ripples in the lake form
and the trees rustle
and the wind rattle the armor in shrill tones
I am paralyzed by fear
that all there was were simple things.
after the battles where men fought desperately
for this thing and that thing
and whose lives would end in agony
or silence
the standard bearers would hang up
the pageantry and trudge home like any others,
bored and tired
their wives saying something indistinct
as their backs disappeared from view
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Pour toi un jour magique
Allons colorer un peu ce jour
Je connais un endroit qui en vaut le détour:
Le paysage met ses plus belles tenues
Pour toi, naturel, qui à lui est venu.
Les créatures délivrent leur mélodie veloutée
Et t'offrent leurs notes délicates pour goûter.
La flore s'évapore dans l'air invisible
Afin de te livrer ses parfums paisibles.
Les étoiles étendent les comètes sur ton horizon
Et scintillent de mille dorures à éveiller ta raison.
Les rivières, qui les plus grands maux nettoient,
Te tendent leur bras pour se jeter en toi.
L'arc-en-ciel t'a dans sa ligne de mire
Et ses chatoyantes lumières te feront rire.
Je ne te promets
Pas un monde parfait
Où loge les fées,
Mais un monde où t'es aimé.
Que tes vœux se réalisent,
Que tes malheurs soient enfermés en remise,
Que le bonheur t'entoure de ses draps.
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Let Love Not Lurk
Let Love Not Lurk
Beloved, let love not lurk in the black
Voice not nothings where only back seats hear
our water fountain wordings wash our lack
away, our dark love, away our love fear.
My strange, forgotten love-fruit, so hanging
upon my heart, drag down branches whip-like,
to flay my love-soul with love protesting
loud, our love loud, so loud, love, but ghost-like.
Our love do lie boring, in others eyes
Our fate-love, a bite-thorn not worth a pick
Our pained love, unseen love, unless one dies
Our guttering love-church, Friday night flick.
Beloved, open heart. Love be a dove.
Beloved, let love not lurk. Love must love.
MaggotsX @ 2017.08.30
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The Cat
    I was sitting in the front row of a conference room, listening to the buzz of the AC. My mind was still trying to sort out how I got here and why I was wearing this strange new dress. There were others, all looking as puzzled as me, but none of us spoke to each other. Personally, I didn’t want to. I just wanted to go home. I had things to do and no time for whatever this was.
    In the front of the room was a desk with a pitcher labeled ‘Palm Wine.’ A little note under it said it was good for cleaning out the body and soul, whatever that meant. I wasn’t interested.
    Why was I here and why were there no doors?
    There was a loud click and a door appeared behind the desk. For a second, I thought I had to be dreaming. It couldn’t be real.
    Then a brown, spotted cat walked in the door. She sauntered up to the desk and hopped on, then sat like some cat st
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Not Today
It was time.
Between the serving periods. The shuffling lines thinned back to just a few stragglers, the older ones mostly. Sister Elene knew by their feet, mostly wrapped up in oilskin against the constant wet. She'd done the same, as much for the quiet as for keeping out the salted mud. She discarded her apron, grabbed her pack, a roughspun hooded robe and her lantern from their hiding place in the back of the storeroom. Under the robe, she belted on the knife. It pulled at the scars, her chest felt like strips of leather.
Elene wanted to look at the knife, say the prayer, but no time. It had to be now. She knew where he'd be, knew he'd be alone if that kid's information was right.
That kid. He went by Talent around here. Permanently-tousled brown hair, toes that pointed inward. A smile half sly and half shy. She'd lied to the kid, told him she wanted information on a lost straggler who never made bedcheck. She at least wanted to find the poor soul and bring him his rations.
Part of
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Persephone, you’d
be proud of me:
I had the pomegranate
boy, and I swallowed
him down with red teeth,
the perfect cannibal of air
and everything which
made his organs strike twelve
and bloom into the most
bloody serenade.
(Persephone, don’t be mad
at me: I might just have
become Hades)
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slugger a viscera by Cole-y slugger a viscera :iconcole-y:Cole-y 25 5
turkey, my sister
My therapists have always been obsessed with the fact that I was an only child for ten years. They’re certain that’s what messed me up, being the centre of my parents’ world for so long and then suddenly, having to share their attention with another. Professionals always pounce on that explanation, eyes shining, without listening to whether it sits right with me. They say ''You starved yourself half to death to regain your parents’ attention from your younger brother,'' and ''you shrank to be smaller, and therefore cared for in the same way as him.'' They are interesting interpretations, and maybe there is a grain of truth in them. But growing up for those first ten years, I never really did feel like an only child. For me there was always- and still is- an emotionally naive, vulnerable, self-destructive and volatile sister looming, liable to go off the rails at any moment. That sister is the other half of my identity. The Turkish half. Maybe she is my twin, and
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Dear Watchers,

EDIT: Seems I communicated badly. I have actually turned 26, not 25. Messed it up a bit

By the time I have completed this  journal, my 25th year will have slipped through my fingers. 26 years old feels so anti-climactic in comparison, but it is what it is. According to my page, it has been over a year since my last journal :o :faint:

The last year has been my busiest year yet and has been a mixed bag of ups and downs. Not long after accepting an increasingly precarious job opportunity, I was unfortunately let go from my previous job in Paris in September. Thus began a year of job hunting, travelling to and from job interviews.

I'm happy to finally say that my year of frustration has come to an end.

On August 15, I began a new position as trainee at the library of the European Central Bank in Frankfurt. The new workplace is vast and the first few days have been rather fast paced. I'm still over the moon at this new opportunity after so long. It feels so good to be back on the saddle in a library setting after a false start. I hope now that my traineeship leads to something more sustainable.

I intended to write a journal to mark my 25th birthday and truly take the time to show my appreciation for everyone here who has done so much for me in the eight years that I have been on deviantART. Never too late for that, I hope!

This one goes out to everyone who have encouraged my writing and art, added my work to their :+fav:s, gifted me with wonderful gifts, or made my experience here so worthwhile.

The list is not exhaustive but I would especially like to thank the following persons:

:iconamarantheans: for her encouragement, her feedback, and for making this awesome literature tag and icon:

Howling at the moon by Amarantheans

nightshade by Amarantheans

:iconarmyofnine: for recommending my latest poem Silk Road for a Daily Deviation. It really means a lot to me.

:iconmirz333: for her numerous gift artwork over the years. This may be an old cliché but the most valuable gift you ever gave me was your friendship, your kind words, and your encouragement of my numerous fan fictions and my stories involving my OC Masterstroke. No matter how much the odds were stacked against you, you always found time to reach out to those who were fortunate enough to know you as friend on or offline.

:iconshehrozeameen: for his encouragement, his effusive kindness, and his book and poetry/prose recommendations here on deviantART.
So happy to have met you and I wish you the best in all your endeavours.

:iconithaswhatitisnt: In the short time that I've known you, you have just been the sweetest person I could ever meet. It's been a joy to get to read your work, talk about various musical theatre songs, and know you as you blaze your own path towards being a vet and towards your own artistic aspirations. Thank you so much :heart: :hug:

:icontotochan93: for being such a loyal follower of mine, pretty much from the beginning. It's been so wonderful bonding over our love and appreciation of Final Fantasy and Kingdom Hearts, anime/manga, and different fandoms. Special shout out for the Dango you made for me back in 2014:

Dango Skander (nightshade-keyblade) by totochan93

:iconsuejo: for her kind words, encouragement, and generous spirit. Not to mention her tireless efforts to promote literature and the arts here on deviantART and elsewhere. You really are one of the best ladies here on deviantART, in art and literature. Thank you for all you do for me and everyone else on deviantART :hug: :heart:

I thank her as well for this lovely gift from before that I meant to feature:

Force interieure by SueJO

I would indeed be remiss if I did not mention this special lady, this beloved icon of literature here on deviantART:


Three years after I joined deviantART, I had the pleasure of having her accept my request to connect on deviantART. Although I had heard of her and watched from a distance, it took a while before I reached out to her. Ever since then, I keep wondering why I didn't do it sooner.

LadyLincoln has been one of my most ardent supporters, the most generous, gentle, and compassionate of women I have met here or elsewhere. I am so honoured and privileged to count her among the multitude of wonderful souls I have met here on deviantART. 

Not to mention her wonderful gift to me, commissioned last year :thanks:

Support Stamp: nightshade-keyblade by jdrainville
I cannot thank her enough for all she has done and continues to do for me and others. I hope this is a good start :heart: 

To everyone else I may not have mentioned, I hope you will not be let down. I have not forgotten any of you even if I have not mentioned you by name. To everyone I have and have not mentioned, I thank you sincerely from my heart.

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Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
Occupation: martial arts practitioner, trombonist, traceur (parkour practitioner), fiction writer and wannabe poet.

Forget Stuff Stamp + PLZ by Mirz123 Je-Parle-Francais by oanalivia I-Speak-English by oanalivia

Favourite genre of music: alternative, rock, pop, soundtracks, classical, metal (symphonic, gothic, power, nu), opera.

Favourite style of art: Photography, Comics, Anime, Anthro, animation, Dark Romanticism, Symbolism, Pre-Raphaelite

Favourite cartoon character: Elric Brothers, various superheroes, Kenshin Himura, several Disney characters, cast of Avatar TLA

Personal Quote: A life without a friend is like a death without a witness-Unknown

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Happy birthday!!
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どうもありがとうございました :+fav:s :)
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Thanks for the poetry faves!
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Hey, thanks for the fave!
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Thanks so much for the fav - it was greatly appreciated! :D
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Hello there!
Thank you for the :+fav:! :D
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Thank you very much for adding my work to your list of favourites. I really appreciate your support! It means a lot to me! 

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