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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