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Tracey, an imperfectionist

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Thief's Recompense by tbird-dove, literature

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Thief's Recompense

Thief's Recompense Sarah Blue, Words are fragile creatures with tiny, fluttering hearts, but still I write to you from an aching, quiet place. Hope is a dying ember and I ask for no warmth, I send these fragile, shaking creatures, Only to give back what I took. For days long and weary, Nights heavy and sinking I have breathed into a breaking bottle, The stolen light within me. I have felt the sharp edges Cutting where they should Punishing the thief who soiled something good. Sarah Blue, I swear I have loved you but I have not loved you well. I caused you a pain I know too well myself. When once I had my own light stole

Frayed by tbird-dove, literature

An Odd One by tbird-dove, literature

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An Odd One

I wear too many clothes, and always need to blow my nose, I fight against the path I chose, but hold it tenderly like a red rose, I don't eat meat, and have smelly feet, I fear conceit, love trees and sidewalk concrete, I love telling strangers more than they need to know, and look at everything as a chance to grow, I always hate to see a person go, and take solace in raw cookie dough, My favorite feeling is frozen flour, because every crystal has this power, To take me outside an 'hour', lift me high like a stretching tower, I think pigeons are hilarious, and my thoughts are always precarious, The doctor tells me humans are

Six Days by tbird-dove, literature

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Six Days

I know you're asleep, (I was, too) But I had to get up to tell you, I love you so much, I wish I was with you, I would sing you to sleep, I would hold you as tight as I could, I would sing your monsters away, I would tell you a story with a happy ending, I would kiss you after every word, I would tell you none of your thoughts are strange, I would ask you about everything, I would hold you until you could come back, I love you, and I'll never leave you. I just wanted you to know. (Go back to sleep, love)

Where are You? by tbird-dove, literature

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Where are You?

I'm sitting on the tip of a dandelion seed, Floating as high as the trees, Kicking my dangling feet, and if only I could tell you how beautiful the sky, the world, all the tiny, busy people, how beautiful everything is, and how delicious the air tastes up so high, but I can't because I am a liar, and I've just been sitting here all along, alone. I would like to say, though, that I love you. I love you like a thousand dandelions scattered all across the sky.

Solace in the Sound by tbird-dove, literature

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Solace in the Sound

Behind my face, There is a door that begs to be opened, There is a conversation that begs to be had. Within my soul, There is a part of me that only wakes when it's raining, There is a way of breathing, A way of being, that surfaces in damp air. There is solace in the sound, Of the sky falling down, There is solace in the sinking, Of my feet in the ground. There is truth, There is hope, In the sky shifting, From light to dark, Dark to light. Beyond my eyes, There is a window that begs to be opened, There is a song that begs to be heard. On the surface of my skin, There is a wall that begs to be broken, There is an

Write Me by tbird-dove, literature

Fingertips Have Memories by tbird-dove, literature

Smelling Spices by tbird-dove, literature

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Smelling Spices

Missing someone, Is kind of like smelling spices, It sweeps over you, In a powerful wave, In an instant, Stirs an eddy of sensations, Hints at places far away... And then you must exhale, Breathe air again, And feel the thrill of those feelings, that memory, that hint, Settle in your veins, Too sudden, Too powerful, Too thick to ignore, And always, Too fleeting, Too thin to touch.

Like Smelling Spices by tbird-dove, literature

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Like Smelling Spices

I miss you. I sat alone in my kitchen, Chopping zucchini and tomatoes, I counted the pieces, Counted everything as I went... I sat alone in my kitchen, There was a fly on the faucet, A beautiful fly with an emerald back, I carefully caught him, and took him outside... I sat alone in my kitchen, Measuring spices, I put them in a mug, Because I'm out of bowls... I sat, Alone In my kitchen, And imagined you called, I would have called you, but I was chopping a tomato, and didn't have anything to say... I imagined you called, And you asked, "How are you?" I said to my kitchen, "I was a little lonely, b

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Thief's Recompense by tbird-dove, literature

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Thief's Recompense

Frayed by tbird-dove, literature

An Odd One by tbird-dove, literature

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An Odd One

Solace in the Sound by tbird-dove, literature

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Solace in the Sound

Write Me by tbird-dove, literature

Smelling Spices by tbird-dove, literature

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Smelling Spices

Like Smelling Spices by tbird-dove, literature

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Like Smelling Spices

Thirst by tbird-dove, literature

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Thirst

My heart is a bucket. Please, I'm just trying to carry some water home, But I fill it up so much, It's heavy, And it spills, Splashes all over the ground, Wetting my clothes. It gets easier, After I've lost some, It isn't as heavy, And I don't spill as much, But it starts feeling empty. People bump into me; It's a busy road, A crowded, claustrophobic road, And everyone, Everyone carries buckets, And they're all just trying to carry some water home, All of them with their hearts too heavy, Brimming, Then spilling, Knocking into others, And it gets easier, When it isn't so heavy, But we all start to feel empty. Reach h

Visitors by tbird-dove, literature

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Visitors

I wanted to escape from the World, To sojourn, Under a pile of blankets... But this takes time, Because the World is wide, Wide enough to knock On all your doors and tap, tap, tap, On all your windows, At once, And the World never sleeps, And has the most persistent fingers. I had something to say, Something special, But now I've forgotten, I suppose because, My head is filled with this constant banging sound, An ever-present, Slam and pound, I suppose because, The World won't stop knocking. As the World raps on the door, With his timeless knuckles, Courteous Opportunity drops by, With a shy hello, "Good mornin

Portrait by tbird-dove, literature

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Portrait

I want to spend hours, Gazing at your face, Putting its lovely curves, Into sweeping graphite, I want to capture, That special look, So that the pencil marks, Actually hold a piece of you, Something I can touch. I want To draw your voice, And put your laugh, In a pencil stroke, And shade it just so, So that it graces my ears, Just the way it does when you're sitting beside me, I want you To be sitting beside me. I want To draw your fingers, When they reach for mine, And smudge the graphite, So that it feels just like you, And draw

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The Clouds over Africa by tbird-dove, literature

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The Clouds over Africa

It comes, With the patter of excited feet, Silvery slivers sliding, Windows made streaming paintings, Chimes of music, Cadences on every rooftop, With a rumbling hum, Brush strokes of Blue, Grey, White, And rays of brilliant, Streaming light, And the world holds its breath, To hear God breathing. Cleansing the earth, Flowing hands, Cleansing the people, Tender fingers, Young and old, Touching every face. When day settles to sleep, The sun blends beneath, The stars stretch their limbs, Guiding the lost, When house lights surrender watch, And city lights take it up, As you drift from waking, May the world hold its b

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Nov 21
United States
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Earth, physically speaking. (Texas)
Favourite genre of music: Indie, alternative rock, classical, punk, etc... just no rap/country
Favourite photographer: my sister
Skin of choice: blue.
Favourite cartoon character: Bloo, Courage, Cosmo, Bugs Bunny, Gir, Dagget&Norbert, Chowder, Schnitzel, Charlie Brown
Personal Quote: "I think..."

Favourite Visual Artist

God

Favourite Movies

what comes to mind: Lilo & Stitch, and A Beautiful Mind

Favourite Writers

Charles de Lint, Neil Gaiman, Stephen King, Shakespeare, Holly Black, Tolkien, and many more...

Favourite Games

Smash Brothers Melee (Game cube), Okage: The Shadow King (PS2), Tetris (PS1), Spyro the Dragon...

Tools of the Trade

Thoughts, my Notebooklet, pen/pencil, and scraps of paper...

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Everything. Especially literature, languages, art, music, thoughts, stories, theories, quotes...

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Aug 7, 2009

Thoughts

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Time escapes me. I miss dA, though perhaps my actions don't show it. This summer is a time of finishing high school and preparing for college... but it has also been a time of war in my family. My head and heart are full of pain and triumph over family-related issues. There is such an incredible amount to think about in this world. I know I will never figure it all out, most likely never figure even a single thing out, yet I cannot abandon the trail of thoughts, however impossible it may seem. I have discovered some things. I am an optimist with a pensive nature. An imperfectionist with perfectionist tendencies. I am changing. I am fightin

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tbird-dove

Jul 2, 2009

Free

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And so I attempt to return from yet another absence. Life has been keeping me busy; college preparation, cleaning, caretaking... etc, etc. I've missed you all!! Summer is upon me, and at last I am free of high school. Consequently, deviantart should be seeing more of me. :) So I just wanted to throw a hello out here to all of you. I hope you're all having a nice summer! :heart:

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tbird-dove

Mar 30, 2009

Ziti...

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I made vegetarian baked ziti today. It was delicious. There were lots of things I should have done... many things I would have liked to have done... but mostly, I cooked and read Zorro a little and slept a lot. Mostly... it was a good day.

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Chibi-Narusegawa

Jan 2, 2012

Thank you so much for the fave!!

TixieLix

Dec 21, 2011

Thanks for the fav on my Link drawing!

Thanks for the fav~

thanks for the

I play pennywhistle, too !
best wishes

Puricino

Mar 15, 2011

FREE HUG!

verilyartwork

Sep 19, 2009

tracey,
they think ive left. its quite marvellous.
i return on this beautiful wet day to ask you to run away with me. however i am quite aware that the answer will be undesirable.
instead i will tell you that i think of you when i am looking at my favourite view- of pitter patter rain drops falling like very sad angels onto bedroom window and the soft earth beneath.
these days i can feel everything breathing, and they speak to me with these sad hoarse voices-

i wish that i could share things with you.