In Concerns to Avatar by xxpoet4lifexx, literature
Literature
In Concerns to Avatar
Dear Reader,
I'm taking time out of my busy schedule to write you a lovely letter with pristine grammar and accurate spelling. (My busy schedule, of course, being studying for mid-terms and finals. Ah, the woes of an A-student).
There has been much activity in the world and the internet in response to the film Avatar. It ranges from "ZOMG IT WAZ SOOO PRETYYYY!!!! AHH!!!" to "It wasn't that great, you guys are stupid. Avatar stole the plot from ___(insert environment friendly/Disney movie here)____, you asshole."
Ahem.
First of all, yes, it was quite pretty. It was stunning. Glorious. Fantastic. Whimsical, and lovely, and worth the $50 it
It is the words you speak in the late evening. They repeat and slur and dance across the screen. I devour them like a chocolate chip- each one semi-sweet to the tongue; so adorable to the eye.
They take me back to times when the words were open sesame, and all the treasures were revealed,
golden and warm in the fire light we knew nothing about.
It was the future-
This primal fire.
It burned when the dark feathers of the Reaper fluttered down to kiss the earth. Those feathers took it all, but not the fire whose translucence was reflected a thousand times over in the sands of time.
I took those sands and placed them in your heart and my
I Watch Over You as You Sleep by xxpoet4lifexx, literature
Literature
I Watch Over You as You Sleep
It's a dark blue kind of twilight
And all the crickets have gone astray
With the summer sun and heat
Whose soft, watchful eye baby-sat the earth.
Now to be replaced with Mothers Autumn and Winter.
Your breath breathes translucent dreams
Nearly tangible
Against the cold, opaque air.
Through twisting, waving, burning hair
Rust-red and brown
Like my
Autumn leaves, drying wounds,
My
Dried rose, my first dogs coat.
Beneath the fire on full moon skin
Sunken, and soft
Like my
First snowfall, misty clouds,
My
Hawaiian beaches, and whitest sheets.
There lies a menagerie of ocean colors
Azures, emeralds, sand
Like his
Spirit, cool and calm
His
Gentle nature and serenity.
He resides in all that I know,
All I hope to know.
And that is where he is.
In Concerns to Avatar by xxpoet4lifexx, literature
Literature
In Concerns to Avatar
Dear Reader,
I'm taking time out of my busy schedule to write you a lovely letter with pristine grammar and accurate spelling. (My busy schedule, of course, being studying for mid-terms and finals. Ah, the woes of an A-student).
There has been much activity in the world and the internet in response to the film Avatar. It ranges from "ZOMG IT WAZ SOOO PRETYYYY!!!! AHH!!!" to "It wasn't that great, you guys are stupid. Avatar stole the plot from ___(insert environment friendly/Disney movie here)____, you asshole."
Ahem.
First of all, yes, it was quite pretty. It was stunning. Glorious. Fantastic. Whimsical, and lovely, and worth the $50 it
It is the words you speak in the late evening. They repeat and slur and dance across the screen. I devour them like a chocolate chip- each one semi-sweet to the tongue; so adorable to the eye.
They take me back to times when the words were open sesame, and all the treasures were revealed,
golden and warm in the fire light we knew nothing about.
It was the future-
This primal fire.
It burned when the dark feathers of the Reaper fluttered down to kiss the earth. Those feathers took it all, but not the fire whose translucence was reflected a thousand times over in the sands of time.
I took those sands and placed them in your heart and my
I Watch Over You as You Sleep by xxpoet4lifexx, literature
Literature
I Watch Over You as You Sleep
It's a dark blue kind of twilight
And all the crickets have gone astray
With the summer sun and heat
Whose soft, watchful eye baby-sat the earth.
Now to be replaced with Mothers Autumn and Winter.
Your breath breathes translucent dreams
Nearly tangible
Against the cold, opaque air.
Through twisting, waving, burning hair
Rust-red and brown
Like my
Autumn leaves, drying wounds,
My
Dried rose, my first dogs coat.
Beneath the fire on full moon skin
Sunken, and soft
Like my
First snowfall, misty clouds,
My
Hawaiian beaches, and whitest sheets.
There lies a menagerie of ocean colors
Azures, emeralds, sand
Like his
Spirit, cool and calm
His
Gentle nature and serenity.
He resides in all that I know,
All I hope to know.
And that is where he is.
I am... a painter. not a writer. a sketcher. not a singer. a pastel-worker. not an actor. a charcoaler. not a sculpter.
I'm Katherine. And nothing famous.
Current Residence: Summerland Favourite style of art: paint, pastels, charchoal, photography, pencil. [anything but clay or watercolors] Favourite cartoon character: Flapjack! ^___^ Personal Quote: "Through all it's sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,/it is still a beautiful world."
Favourite Visual Artist
M.C.Escher.. Mitchell Joachim
Favourite Movies
V for Vendetta is my favorite. But Pan's Labrynth, Amelie, and films by Miyazaki or Burton
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
pandora.com
Favourite Writers
Anonymous writers
Favourite Games
mah Nintendos! :D
Other Interests
Foreign languages. Magic. Human mind. Nature. Art. Anthropology. Learning.
Find me here! ~katieliza (https://www.deviantart.com/katieliza)
That's where I'll be. I need to do some MAJOR construction. But I'm revamping my life. Call it a summer project.
so I guess I can scrape the edges.
ツンデレ Tsundere (Harsh Outside-Gentle Inside)
[x] You come off as sort of aloof to other people.
[x] In public, you intentionally refrain from showing much weakness.
[ ] You have a secret obsession with something cute.
[ ] You pretend that you hate your crush even though you really love him/her.
[ ] You blush when people point out your sensitivities.
[ ] You blush when people tell sexual jokes.
Total: 2
ヤンデレ Yandere (Gentle Outside-Harsh Inside)
[x] You're very sweet and kind in public.
[x] When romance becomes a topic of discussi
What I wouldn't give to dance in the falling snow. Under the palm trees. And in between umbrella flowers.
Can you see me through those thick glasses? The spectacles of the dead?
I can.
Don't you worry.
Your eyes are still ash.
February
A fog sweeps in spring.
Oh, fallen falcons.
Oh, black, draping robes.
Electricity and nightingales
Blue plumage.
There,
in the corner
under cobwebs
and dust
is
a
copper
ribbon.