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Bob's me Uncle

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Love is a sea in my body, reaching the shore of my tongue. A song of quicksilver in my blood. Mother, father, brother. Forest fires everlasting. Love sways in me, burns in me. On Sunday mornings it wakes up and stretches to the sky. It dances by moonlit rivers, all across the world. My love goes where my body cannot. Friends, teachers, fellow bus passengers. My love watches the cartoons of my childhood, on the couch beside my brother. It plays on the snow-banks outside my primary school; and it draws pictures with my future children. It attends the wedding of my parents before I was born, and their separate weddings after. It makes a toast

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Life began when my brother was born. In the worst part of town kneeling across my mother's exhaustion with my father loitering behind we were partners from the start. Now I feel the gentle recession of my parents' hands from my spirit a tide leaning back easily – and it occurs to me how they have held us, my brother and I, so close it hurts in a tender way to imagine it. - In this fresh morning, half-asleep from the dream of my childhood, for the first time I see you. Hi.

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Lullaby for Schweighofer

Your beauty is a Saturday Light rain in the afternoon Eyes of far fresh wet fields turning unrequited embraces to vast skies. Rain, rain on your hands, and in your soft sunlight hair always drying; a smile that teases your mellow mouth. May your daughter's hand always fit the pattern of your own, May you hold your darling for too long when you get home, and may love follow you for the rest of your days.

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how can women house these winter thorns in their chests without becoming beasts? the soft and heavy black stretch of wanting, the bluebells that grew in the warmth of his sleeping breath, a dark million miles of silence how can a woman bear it? that ache for light against wilderness as he burns and strikes fires in the dark the ache to sit and be warm in his spit and his glow, his warm body, his warm mouth as the wet of the woods falls quiet ...

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Hello. I would shake your hand if you were next to me, or bow or kiss both your cheeks, or hug you, or touch my nose to yours. As it is, you can figuratively fall into step beside me, and I'll give you my hand to hold if you want it. Yeah, like that. Thanks. I haven't been down this path for very long. It's tougher than I am-tough as a goat's hooves. After it rains, though, the road becomes weak. There are side-routes of Deception and ancient Joy trees bearing sunshine fruits. For a lot of the time you just walk on aimlessly, with a mind devoid save for a gnaw of frustration that pines for action. There are places to swim in high spirits or

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New Zealand
Deviant for 16 years
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Hey. I'm a regular kid who writes about any kind of love.
I believe in helping others, having a positive outlook on life, and appreciating simple things.

Favourite Movies

Before Sunrise trilogy, Once, Love Actually, Howl's Moving Castle, Spirited Away, LOTR, La vita e bella, Empire Records, John Hughes' films

Favourite TV Shows

That 70s Show, Modern Family, Family Guy

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Beatles, Led Zep, The Clash, Hendrix, The Cranberries, Jeff Buckley

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EE Cummings, William Shakespeare, Pablo Neruda

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Singing, dancing, hiking, chillin

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Nov 28, 2018

It's been a thousand years, and at last, I have been woken from my cryogenic slumber. As the clammy goop fell away from my limp form, all I could think was, 'DeviantArt... must check... notifications...' Here I am at last, old chums, back to play the...

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Oct 25, 2012

finally.

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Next week is my last week of high school. EVER. It's weird - at the start of the year I thought I was never going to be ready to leave, but somewhere around halfway I just started feeling trapped and restless, and now I know I'm ready. I mean, I'm still scared as hell, but at least I'm happy about it. Haha. I think it's like... ever since I was little, I've sort of lived in this fantasy world in my head; I've never been much of a real-life kinda person. But now I'm thirsty for real life. Sooo to the only people that will possibly read this (my friends who also go to high school..), how are you feeling about leaving school? What do you want