DesertKitsune

Katie Belk

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Circles by DesertKitsune, literature

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Circles

Spinning 'round in circles Waiting for the night to call. In a thousand years Will you still weep for me When my floating castles fall? These bridges across clouds Connected to the stars. No sound save my heart For I know it isn't yours. A hundred moments passed; Almost a million tries. To gather enough courage To look you in the eyes. Angels strike a humble chord. While love's sincerest elegies Move to make room for The simplest of my heart's apologies. Silver fell across my room While shadows danced the floor. One touch from you and I shall Need for nothing more. Spinning 'round in circles Waiting for the night

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Elizabeth's Farewell by DesertKitsune, literature

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Elizabeth's Farewell

Oh love. My soul, my heart. We both bleed. We both will die soon. Farewell my friend. God rest your gentle soul. I kiss closed your loving eyes now unseeing. I, no longer seen in you eyes? Oh pain, oh torturous pain unbearable. It is no wonder that I now utter my last words. One last kiss to seal the fate of this young soul. A life never known but soon forgotten. Farewell. I love thee evermore.

Rhapsodic Euphoria by DesertKitsune, literature

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Rhapsodic Euphoria

Music played along lines on a page. A quiver, a qualm; a quill used to sing. Clock struck midnight, Traveler wandered on. Candle set in the windowsill. Dancer moving within the flame. Silent walking left footprints through my angel in the snow. Roses leaping in the wind. Rumbling heartbeats and silent thunder. Remnants of a scar burned away. Cupid knows his score. A goodbye never said. Move away from the past. Surrender easy enough. Heaven awaits the saints as night welcomes the hum of a lost soul. Music played along lines on a page. A quiver, a qualm; a quill used to sing. Clock struck midnight, Traveler wandered on.

Untitled 5 by DesertKitsune, literature

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Untitled 5

Senses escaped in an endless succession. Their movement extinguished only by the loss of perfection. Sincerity lost among honesty and truth. We have seen all and remembered none. Judging only what we hear per se. Chronologically arranged in monotonous symphonies, we march to a drummer who plays for all. Seemingly endless pride adjusts itself to conform to its surroundings. Crushed beneath a heavy burden of ignorance disguised as bliss. Innocence is a blessing few possess. Its value beyond any number we can fathom. Waxing brainless and immune to explanation and common sense. Perched in stars the angels dance and sing the song writte

Dusty by DesertKitsune, literature

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Dusty

The year was 97 they sat in silence, no one spoke. The stars died in the heavens the sky was black as smoke. The waves crashed, darkness passed; the moon is falling down. When your sweet soul had died, there was a flood of tears they cried that covered everything up to Long Island Sound. The sun behind a cloud did mourn; I saw the Heavenly bodies weep. Alas the world like paper was torn when they laid you down for eternal sleep. My friend as now I wander to where you had been laid my heart is filled with pain. I must let you know, I have to say, "I'll miss you 'til I see you again." From that day I've bowed my head, vowing your memor

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Knots by DesertKitsune, literature

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Knots

Please don't untie these knots for this rope is frayed These tangles form a puzzle The only thing I understand Please don't untie these knots This noose is all I have Wound tight about my throat All that keeps me from falling Please don't untie these knots Simple bits of string A woven barrier to keep the world away Please don't untie these knots Yes they choke and bind Burn my flesh; constrict my movement I am a puppet of my own design But please DON'T UNTIE THESE KNOTS. I'm not strong enough for freedom.

The Biology of Hatred by DesertKitsune, literature

Crystal Wings by DesertKitsune, literature

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Crystal Wings

I'm weighted down even as I try to soar. Chained to this rock of depression and anxiety. I wait for the moment when I can break free and yet it never comes. Trapped and miserable. Alone and feeble. Lost and unaccounted for. Rising winds come up to meet me. The chain breaks beneath Winter's harsh and bitter fingers. Higher and higher I rise beyond all that has held me back. Past everything that has neglected and ignored me. The darkness looms just over the horizon. Crash of lightning and my crystal wings shatter like so many shards of glass. I plummet to the earth. Life's fragility finally realized.

In the Night There is Solace by DesertKitsune, literature

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In the Night There is Solace

In the night, there is solace. In the night there is peace. We have nothing to fear in the night. We have everything to hope for. In the night we have dreams and fantasies that take us beyond the cares of today and place us in the gentle loving arms of the imaginings of tomorrow. In the night there is silence undone by the mournful howl of a lone wolf. He carries his own burdens and leaves us to ours. He hunts quietly giving away none of his secrets. In the night there are shadows that fall all around, asking to be forgiven for not inviting us sooner. In the

Island View by DesertKitsune, literature

Who Knew How Fair the Days by DesertKitsune, literature

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Who Knew How Fair the Days

Who knew how fair the days? Beyond the usual, the norm. Why asked we not, the simplest things to reflect the blessed calm? The most eloquent in phrase and prose, cannot match the forest in repose. The sweetest words, the softest sighs upon angels' wings are sent. And shed light upon the darkened halls where whispered songs are meant. The simplicity of the moment; lost in the rigid rolling waves. Gives proof that all may see themselves blessed to see this day. Where might we find the Trumpter's stead? It lies below the Siren's cliff and out beyond the fountain's head. Who knows how fair the days

Disheartening by DesertKitsune, literature

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Disheartening

Justice has been done. But tears still flow, As they close the door to his cell. They watch him, this vicious, Cruel man who broke life's Fragile, precious shell. The town bands together To pull the body of the child From the dried up well. Does the punishment of life Fit this heinous cr

Sensory by DesertKitsune, literature

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Sensory

I need to stare and dream. No man can recall a thousand deaths of beauty. Music felt like delicate sea spray. Ugly screaming stops worship. Precious tears fall like stars. Civilization breaks apart humanity. Sleep renders souls unaccountable. Silence heard falling like bricks. Clocks spin uncontrollably into abyss. Twenty-six hours until space implodes. Bitter taste of shattered rainbows. Shocked into understanding of assumption. Hands fumble towards unseen darkness. Trust betrayed by honesty. Gluttony increases the hunger. The passive are not sanctified. Service appeals to the slothful. Humiliation serves as

Unraveled by DesertKitsune, literature

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Cities, out past the edge of nowhere. Plays without themes, performed for the phantoms of yesteryear. Tuneless anthems distorted with age. A ship falls as mast and Captain are relieved of earthly duty. Called on by the wraiths of the sea. Sailors relive their glory and drown those moments spent in defeat. 'Tis not the water that took the wind from their sails, but the creatures of the deep. Many a hardened sailor has fallen under the spell of the Siren's. And been dragged down to the unfathomable depths of Poseidon's lair. And yet each harbor is host to hundreds of men looking for glory. Each one more likely to find predictions of t

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Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: New place where I get to spend lots of time with my cat "Brat" a.k.a. Persephone.
Favourite genre of music: Rock/Punk
Favourite photographer: Melissa Bartlett
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: Phone
Personal Quote: If I could think of one way to fail myself, it would be to believe in what I say.

Favourite Visual Artist

Undecided

Favourite Movies

Lady Hawk

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Currently H.I.M.

Favourite Writers

Poet: Emily Dickinson Writer: Me :p

Tools of the Trade

Pencils, notebook and melancholy.

Other Interests

Reading, writing, occassionally drawing, movies, hanging out with friends and random web searches.

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DesertKitsune

Aug 26, 2007

Too Hard on Others

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I am aware that too often my own anger and pride and selfishness forces me to be far too hard on other people. To those people I openly express my heartfelt regret and sincerest apologies. I know that you have much going on in your life and can not be expected to kowtow to everybody's every request thrown your way. Most of my feelings were born of grief and I have since come to reevaluate certain circumstances. Again, I'm sorry. While the particular individual whom this is directed at may never read this it is still important for me to express this as best I can.

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DesertKitsune

Jul 13, 2007

Absentee Friendism

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Dear friend, If you bother to read this then I'm sure you will be more than capable of figuring out who I am referring to. Although I highly doubt you will ever bother to read this as your newfound glory in life is keeping you from anything remotely to do with us "Townies". I have a question to ask. well several in fact. The first of them being, Why? Seriously I would think I deserve an answer for your behavior. I realize you are busy but at least you could have a little respect for me to acknowledge my existence every once in awhile. Secondly, How long do you think people will keep playing the game of "I wonder if they're going to be fri

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DesertKitsune

Jul 7, 2007

OH MY GOD

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I woke up a little while ago and found the most disturbing thing ever. One of my rats, my babies was gone... which would be bad enough except I guess for sanitary purposes or something my other rat had begun eating her. God, it was this fucking heat!  It killed her and god I can't even think and I'm supposed to go to work in like 45 min. I'm supposed to go smile and pretend I give a shit about people and what they want. Right. Fine. Ok.