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On The Threshold of Creation
Daughter of Hecate,
I was born upon the threshold
of one year and the next:
a tiny earthen creature,
awash in a sea of stars.
Too late did I remember
Capricorn is the goat with
the tail of a fish,
and perhaps my legs were never meant
to tread upon the earth.
I've heard tell
that Saturn is the harshest master,
and will never be satisfied
by words alone.

In the beginning I was sure-footed
as the goat who glitters in stars above me,
ideas sprung full-grown from my head,
as Athena born from Zeus
Too late do I recall
that prophecy foretold,
Zeus' own creation
would surpass even him.
I'm still trying to puzzle out
whether my own creation
will surpass me, and live on,
or destroy me altogether.
Yet still I weave my words,
and endeavor to make Athena proud.
She beckons me home,
tall and stern from woven banner:
tempts me with promises of "Eureka",
and still I pray, to any who would hear me
that my living words will whisper
"non omnis moriar."
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Literature
Cosmic Symphony
The notes build up deep within you
burning at your core
snaking through your veins until your skin hums red-hot with fire.
They say the sun is hottest
when you are just barely out of reach.
It is there you shall ignite.
But if I managed
to slip past your blistering corona
past the halo of light that surrounds you -
and stroke your scorching surface
would I find the right
to burn with you?
And maybe
I could learn to play you
like the instrument you are.
Helios, god of the sun,
your surface shudders with sound,
melodious vibrations
unfit for such ears as mine.
Yet still I wonder what you would sound like
if my hands would not
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Literature
This Strange World That No Longer Contains You
They say I'm like you. I hope they're right. They've been saying it for a long time.
My parents always wonder how they ended up with such a polite, demure, sweet, pure little thing. Though of course you and everyone else know what a hellion I can be. But I certainly didn't get any of those aforementioned positive qualities from them. I have you to thank for those.
You raised the entire family and handfuls of our friends. You are Grama to the entire town. But you're my Grama, (even if you're really my great-grandmother), and I was the lucky one out of all of us who seems to have taken after you.
They tell me I'm positive. I'm strong. I'm resilient. I'm not sure I see it. But they say the same about you, and I certainly saw that. They say I'm taking news of your death positively, because I'm glad that even though I was not present, my friends were, your other grandchildren, yours because they were mine. Or perhaps the other way around. I'm sure your cooking earned me more than my
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the forest breathes for you
Inhale
poison,
exhale
life.
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Literature
Sehnsucht - The Winter Fae
Katie stormed out the front door about a minute after arriving home. Her parents were at it again. The argument had progressed to the point where neither one was making any effort to keep their voices down. It didn't matter that Katie had SATs to study for. There was no chance of that with her parents screaming their heads off about - what was it this time? Katie listened.
Oh, God. The hairbrush. They're fighting about the hairbrush again. 
That was enough for Katie to slip back out to the porch, pull on her rollerblades and go. She didn't want to be here if the cops showed up again.
Her friends liked to make fun of her for rollerblading. 
"Who still does that?"
"You should try skateboarding instead - at least then you might attract some cute skater guys". 
"Rollerblading? Seriously?"
Katie tried to ignore them. They didn't understand her need to escape, not just her house but her life. To Katie, rollerblading was freedom. It
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Literature
Saltwater Veins
We chased unfamiliar coastlines,
crossed a continent of earth,
abandoned Northwest shorelines
like broken shells upon the beach;
drove straight ahead, towards looming Atlantic,
laid down roots in an East Coast state
without a shoreline.
But I missed my rocky beaches,
crashing waves swirling sea-spray 
against wind-reddened cheeks,
breathing life into salted lungs.
So we chased the Atlantic northward, 
up the coast, snaking up Route One, 
a wending wave of rocky coastline.
I leaned to touch the water,
and it flowed fast from my fingers -
'til I turned, and
the Atlantic chased me up the beach,
caught me fast in its swell,
froze me in place as seafoam
lapped hungry at my heels,
swallowed ankles seasoned with brine.
My feet sunk into sand
locked between sea and shore
unable to move for fear of falling,
of being swallowed whole.
Then gentle waves released me
sopping wet against the sand
And now I feel the pull
of coastlines east and west
tides rent me from within,
s
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It's Not About Fame
These words within me,
singing just beneath my skin
are not just mine.
I'm going to unleash them 
upon the world
and make them yours.
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Carving Constellations
Doctors carve out constellations,
stitch star maps into my skin,
a web of scars, a path to take
to find myself again.


My scars are sewn of haunted stars,
constellations but half-drawn;
ghosts of star-fire whispering words
that fade out with the dawn.
They took my rib from me,
ground it up, reformed it,
turned it into Eve;
made a girl with my own name:
a girl they say is me.
My fragile face now hers,
our spirit splintered,
she stands for nothing
I once stood for.
Deep scars fade
before their meanings are deciphered;
yet more maps unfold
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The Promise
You promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.
We climbed the tower stairs as the bell solemnly chimed.
"If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."
You took my hand, we kissed our last, and off the edge we stepped.
But you let go, so I alone, plunged into the night.
But you promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.
So I wait for you now, my love, for I know you must regret
Your eyes were flick'ring candles as you watched me die.
"If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."
You'll see me there again, some night, waiting by the tower steps.
You'll take my hand, I'll lead you up, up into the sky.
You promised me, my love, you see, and I shall not forget.
The bell will toll an exaltation, before we paint the ground deep red.
I'll whisper back the words you spoke upon our midnight flight:
"If life forbids our love, then in death we shall wed."
I'll ghost a kiss across your lips, to steal your final breath
Then look into your candle-eyes, and s
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Dinner In a Tomb
She always did love pomegranates.
She didn't know I'd poisoned them, when I left them on the table when she came to retrieve her belongings. She didn't know I'd already found a new place, that I'd set her a trap, a plan to bring her here, down, down into the catacombs that are now my kingdom.
She stares at me now, dark circles beneath wide, empty eyes. I offer her another seed.
"Come now, my dear. Do have something to eat. You look deathly pale." I flash her a grin she ignores.
I butter bread and place it in her cold hand. "I've arranged this feast, just for the two of us, and you haven't even the good graces to eat it?" Her blue lips offer no excuses for her rudeness.
The bread slips from her hand. I retrieve it, curl her fingers around the crusty edge. "Try again, darling. You'll get the hang of it."
I brush golden curls back from her bloodless face.
"I told you you'd never escape me. My hell is your hell, my love."
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Jack o'lantern
tiny orange kitten
smells of autumn splendor, sweet
Jack o'lantern secrets.
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Dejected Crumpet
For deviantART's 12th birthday, the staff decided to throw a persnickety surprise party for Fella. They gathered at Fella's favorite restaurant, The Fancy Wombat, with presents in hand. Llama brought Fella to the door and once they stepped in, all of the staff screamed, "I AM NOT A DEJECTED CRUMPET!!" Fella was so shocked that he instantly shooed. He opened his presents to find that Llama had given him 12 meows. He was amazed! He would never forget that night.
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Exhale, Amaryllis
Mid-summer heatwave,
I push through humid air,
like dreams of swimming, graceful,
through the streets. 
Chest aching, I
inhale heavy, tangible air
thick with scent of summer's bounty.
Honeysuckle vines tangle in my lungs, 
perfume my breath.
My sighs exhale nectar
past my lips;
words glint in sunlight.
Berry brambles twist into my veins,
thorns prick for blood from inside-out;
honey-suckle oxidized breath,
painting white blossoms red:
My heart was a pure-white bloom once,
but I inhaled arrows of golden sunlight
and bled forth Amaryllis.

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Memory
Memory flows through the veins of this land;
the earth does not forget the blood that was lost:
it nourished the roots of trees that still stand.
Memory flows through the veins of this land;
whispering past monuments to man,
ghosts roam the fields that armies once crossed.
Memory flows through the veins of this land.
the earth does not forget the blood that was lost.
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Hi there. I see that you've found my page, so thank you for visiting! I'm Rain. Or Julia. Or Lady. Or M'lady. Whatever, really. I also answer to "Hey, you." I'm friendly and I write stuff. I'm emotional and sometimes goofy. I'm a proud nerd and fairly straight edge, and very non-judgmental. I'm 26 technically, but also permanently stuck at age 17. I'm writing a young adult fantasy series (7 books total). I've finished the first book and half of the second. It is my goal to one day be a published author.

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Tried to do this as a status update (we do status updates now? I really should check in more) but should have known my wordiness would disallow it. So journal it is.

I am....on a 72-hour psych hold. They've got me on a medication that seems to be helping me, indicated for treatment of schizophrenia, bipolar and fun mixes of the two. I assure you this is not some sick idea of a Halloween joke. I just...feel like maybe my dA family understands a part of me I don't right now. Also I miss you guys. And really don't care if this looks like a pathetic cry for attention. I wanted to reach out and let everyone know. I still care deeply about people on dA who I haven't spoken with in ages. This submission process is frustrating me so I'll end here but I'll certainly reply to comments. But don't let me keep you from your costumes and candy. I love you guys. I'm messed up a bit and never around but I do.

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