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why do I dream of oceansit seems she jumped worlds againwhy do I dream of oceans by LayaAmaranthi
through the ether-gate and to the twelve cities
what do oceans mean?
she talks with the quiet and simple
the last city before the storm
sharing their secrets
once more the waves call and she slips into
fishes and eels as pursuers lose her
(did she follow the woman to the kind pirates and then slip under the waves?)
found in the school of water-breathers
she is lulled to sleep and made host to deep sea limbs
tearing them off she finds freedom, flees to the
healing as she lingers and lurks until at last she finds herself
steadily, blending in with the other tortured water-kin
she swims up the path of water and blood
they heard she was back and did not believe
what sane man puts stock in tales of vengeful man-made fish women
who tore away their ghastly limbs to become true souls?
until she appeared before them, bursting out of water
righteous wrath and flaming eyeshere's for the others and I, you bastards
peace at last, sh
Untitledquick as springtime fadesUntitled by LayaAmaranthi
as childhood vanishes
a fish-girl-flower transforms
into a pulsating rainbow water horse
a troubled boy fascinated by attentions
attempts to choke
drain the life from morphing limbs
but she glows white even stronger
she is nothing and everything and
a mortal never drowns her
in this strange underwater world where she can breathe
they are on a mission
her reluctant guardian and she
to find a place she will be safe
not watched by the cultish eyes of
over-worship from a madman world-maker
and his minions
-(he would call himself god and he who formed this world but
she and hers never moved the way he wanted
he can change the landscape all he wishes but they find a way
through the unavoidable splinters)-
if the lionessis it so terrible to hopeif the lioness by LayaAmaranthi
when I am thought of
the word cute
does not come to mind
the mouse still haunts me.
Let's take you to another worldThey met at a park on a sunny day. She'd gone off on her own to walk a trail, certain her parents would come running after her once they realized she wasn't with them. It was just too loud and the woods-the trees-were peaceful. She began humming, enjoying the slight breeze, the fresh air.Let's take you to another world by LayaAmaranthi
A twig snapped, and she froze, glancing around curiously. A rabbit? Deer? Fox? ... A squirrel.
"Hello there," she said, chittering to it.
It stared at her a moment, before scurrying up the nearest tree. Of course. She wandered toward the edge of the canyon, leaning against the short stone wall. Someday, she'd have to grow up. There would be electric bills, scary debts called 'mortgages', speeding tickets, things always breaking down. Borders to countries. It was hard enough being unable to do anything because she was little, but.
"I don't like it," she sighed, closing her eyes.
"Then would you like to come with me?" She gasped as she heard a voice in front of her, and her eyes fle
The Giant and the GrasshopperDear Lili,The Giant and the Grasshopper by julietcaesar
Distance did not destroy us, it made us.
These days, our memories are like water slipping through clasped fingers. “You were hiding behind your mother,” you told me about the first time we met face-to-face. “No, I wasn’t, I was standing right in front of her,” I said back, and then we both laughed. Why did that matter? We met.
We blazed our path to friendship through our words. Meeting in the hallowed green passageways of deviantART was just the start. From comments, it escalated to notes, then to handwritten letters arriving in my suburban Australian letterbox. dA prints. Mix CDs. A panda painting. Even a collage of my own words, to remind me of their vulnerable truths and searing self-analysis.
“A journey is measured by friends, not miles,” says a carefully cut-out magazine clipping, along with my own prophetic words: Life lessons are not learnt by rote.
When we first talked, I was a word thief cut from the cloth of insecurity, scr
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