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Blanket fortSometimes I just want to disappear
To start again, all over, re-invent myself
I have the urge to hide, not to talk, I fucking hate my voice
I have such little confidence in it, I can barely get a sentence out sometimes
And yet, that's what I've chosen to do for a living
What the fuck was I ever thinking
You must know, every word I utter is an effort
Every sentence I put together an absolute miracle
I wish sometimes I could go back to where photography spoke for me
Where my ideas and struggles were carefully thought out
Flying from the seat of my pants is taking all my energy
I'm going to buy bunk beds with my ill gotten funds and build a blanket fort
Giving to a fault,
Cold as ICE.
Warm to the touch,
Out of reach,
I've been described as all of these and more. How would you describe me?
WeatherWe sit at the edge of the desert,
On the step of the airstream.
The lights flicker in the wind,
The storm is on it's way.
This is the way we chose to live,
Remote without any contact.
With only each heartbeats to keep us warm,
With only each other's bodies to keep us entertained.
My favourite past time to is to start kissing you at your feet,
And cover every square inch of your body in soft kisses.
Making my way up to your lips where I can spend days,
This is our life, we chose it, we live it, we'll weather the storm.
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More