A Greeting

Nothing special. Just a piece I did in a English class. Aww....I miss English classes. I am a nerd.





A Greeting

She stumbled thorough the door, and swiftly fought back tears. The house was pitch black, and no inviting aroma of dinner lingered through the air. No warm greeting, not even a dismissive one, met her ears. Nobody ever waited up for her, and today was no different. She winced as she shuffled to her room on feet that ached wretchedly. The pain pulsated and radiated through the whole of her body. Her chest throbbed with the ever-pressing fact that nobody awaited her return from a harsh day. Only the softness of her bed acknowledged her. She huddled deep within the blankets and awaited the crushing loneliness to rush in once again, and force the moisture from her eyes.

A sudden, shrill “Woooaw!” interrupted the countdown to tears. A flash of pure, sleek black leap up onto the bed, padded eagerly across the covers and onto her chest. Four tiny, dark paws pressed lightly into her skin. The cat, little more than a kitten, nuzzled against her chin, its tail twitching playfully. The soft rumble of a purr filled the girl’s ears, and caused the silken fur beneath her fingers to tingle. “Norbee…” she cooed lovingly, the name of the only being that awaited her. In a moment the pain, loneliness and helplessness dissolved. Now the bitter taste of the day lay forgotten by a loving sweetness. She had received a greeting after all.



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Self Portrait

This is an old charcoal drawing I did at least five years ago. It is a portrait of myself as the Corpse Bride, or at least symbols of myself projected onto the Corpse Bride.


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Kicking it old skool again....

Time for something really old school! Something from when Sarah thought she was an artist. I have not picked up a pencil in years, but I thought I had at least a touch of talent. At least when it came to vivid expressionism, but I could never make my art look the way I wanted it to. I forget what I called this piece but here is one from about five years ago.




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Starry Night

Been working on a few new things, but nothing is polished up yet, so here is something old. It is a villanelle, one of the trickiest poems to write. It likely makes more sense if I posted the story I originally put it in, but eh...the form is still pretty good. Basically the poem is the ramblings of a girl in love with the stars.




Starry Night

It is only from a vast distance -
a gift given from the black sky;
From you - my soul receives subsistence.


I bloom only through your existence,
yet I fear your light is a lie!
Sirius, your face - the spark of my resistance

Undetected and unspoken we twine in coexistence.
Within the dead of night, hope leaves in a sigh.
From you my soul receives subsistence.

Solitude pleads for death and knows no moral persistence.
Until I fall captive to your glittering canine eye,
Sirius, your face is my spark of existence!

And the lies of my companions offer no consistence.
Your light remains long after tears run dry.
From you my soul receives subsistence.

And I never stumble aimlessly, I always seek your assistance.
Every breath for you, my formless ally!
It is only from a vast distance -
From you - my soul receives subsistence.





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Bones

I first wrote this poem using a typewriter! Thanks again SiИ.



Bones


When I arrived
the Ocean -
swayed.
A turbulent pearl.
She embraced, whispered, tempted;
an unforgiving lover.
Fish bones littered the sand,
picked clean by
Laughing Gulls.
Bodies mummified by infinite
grains of salt.
Never seen so many fish
littered in one place.
Fitting that She would bring them to me -
each one
a corpse.
Strewn as far as these mortal eyes
shall
ever
see.
I took care not to trod
upon their fragile bones.


S.L.K
3/3/12




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Inspiration: Bats

Havnt felt much like writing the past few days, so I guess I will post some inspiration.

This is an idea of what I want for my next tattoo, but I think I should tweek it a bit. Make it less tribal and a bit more goth. Keep the general style of the bat, but maybe make the wings red. I want the tattoo on my left shoulder, to match the butterfly on my right. I have many animal totems; rabbits, butterflies, cats, bees and bats. I feel the bat represent the darkness within myself that I embrace. The side I am proud to know, and display to the public eye. In other words, the goth me. ;)




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Ocean lounging

Just a thought before bed. Maybe I will look this over and get a poem outta it...





As usual my head is clouded with thoughts and I just can't seem to write them down fast enough. Some are creative, some are insightful and some are just aspirations and desires. One thought that has been circling through my head constantly is my desire to see the ocean again.

We know more about the moon than we do our oceans. Maybe I just feel the need to be close to something as mysterious as my own psyche. The last time I went I walked down the beach for maybe half a mile, far enough to leave civilization for just a brief amount of time, but hopefully close enough for aid if something went wrong. There was a log caught in the sand, wedging itself deeper with every wash of the waves. Tiny ghost crabs were scuttling wildly about, but one got curious enough to stick by my side. The waves put me instantly into a calming trance unlike any I can experience within daily, modern life. And everything felt so small. So tiny, and so easy to overcome. My problems and anxieties were as changeable as the sand the surrounded me. Seagulls flocking about me, squeaking, begging and nudging for my attention, while the rest of the world had blissfully forgotten me.

I wadded out into the waves, I swam, stumbled and laughed and thanked them for clearing the darkness fogging my conciouses. The waves pushed and pulled my body just as they had been reshaping the very earth for billions of years.

I yearned to sit on that beach hours, letting the salt twist my hair into dreads without the slightest care. I yearned to watch the lights fade and for the stars to peer out. But I was granted only a mere glimpse of the night in its most precious jewels.

Perhaps the timing wasn't ready for that particular inspiration.

I am hoping that if I can scrape up some savings that I might get to spend a few days on the ocean shore just thinking. And writing. And feel in tune with existence . Not just droning through a corporate grind.

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