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Patriot by goldfinching, literature

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Patriot

driving through town, i saw him, through misty, bespectacled eyes and he saw me too. weary, but enduring. amidst the haze, he conjured the fog of factory funnels, half-built steel ships on the docks. Cranes once lined the sky, now they build banks and he calls it a tragedy. in a puff of smoke, he steals glass towers, replacing them with redbrick terraces. paints in monochrome on the pastel-blue sky. his city has two football clubs and he hates one of them. his wife hates the other but they both breathe sea air and radio waves, he holds her hand through weddings and funerals. just how he remembers it, the wind, the cold air as you emerge

obsessed w u by goldfinching, literature

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obsessed w u

[guess who's out aka drunkk again it's meee! aw, glad you're enjoying yourself] I am I am but also I love you so so much and I miss you terribly!! There's crowds of people like sardines, I could walk on heads, ((like jesus after all the wine)) but the only name bouncing round my brain is yours, and it makes me so warm I'm melting. This city is so fucking big I get lost in it. I'm a bird set free, but at night it gets cold, and this music is loud loud loud!! and I think I'd rather be at your house wrapped in your sweaters, or just in you. I pray every night, you will be with me for a golden, hazy eternity as in my happier imaginings. Fo

lenses for a russian doll girl by goldfinching, literature

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lenses for a russian doll girl

he’s the type of boy who likes to have hat hair, (always aggressively, gently yourself) He conditions it because I like the way it feels, soft and smooth between my fingers, whose hands are rough with cat-scratch caresses and outspoken veins I (re)trace as if fond, faded memories. again, and again he holds me here, when I, a dandelion seed blown by soul-searching storms, am wrenched, floating (unfreely) by a glass elevator opening its doors just for me, and slamming once I enter terror did not count on him, an aeronaut albeit a distorted one, blurred behind broken panes that imprison me, whose voice is on television walls away in his

Ode to friends I have lost (iv) by goldfinching, literature

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Ode to friends I have lost (iv)

Did you recognise me when we walked past each other in the street yesterday? Thinking about it, when I saw you and did a double take, your eyes were focussed far ahead of you with a stoic determination. It was as if you didn’t want to give me the satisfaction of your acknowledgement, but maybe I’m imagining things. Nevertheless, I hope not, because I can’t fathom that it was all superficial and you were never my friend. You used to be vivid, a bright-eyed stargazer who climbed hills just for the view at the summit, who spent his nights with West Coast dreams and me. We spun stories of our lives on the night sky’s clou

selfish people live longer by goldfinching, literature

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selfish people live longer

I’ve always admired the subtlety of water: how the sea conceals sharks as they explode like torpedoes from the black, miles below, and their teeth pierce the flesh of fluffy, brown-eyed seals. The water turns red and fades, fades, fades to blue and the only trace of the massacre is bones on the seabed, black holes instead of eyes in white skulls, never at peace. And yet, we still drink, we swallow cholera and we love it. That, I think, is one of my great inspirations. I have never wanted to be a girl that burns. Looking into flames makes my eyes hurt, and the smoke, the smell! Fire is too hot, too fast. Fire is graceless. Up against on

exclusion by goldfinching, literature

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exclusion

i'm fed up of seeing the sky through my bedroom window the pale grey of empty space like the wings of seagulls and the trees that grow leaves while i study, their bleak black sillhouettes, oil paint seeping through the cracks in my skull. the starless dark of friday nights, the deafening absence of laughter, spiders' webs around my neck tie me to the Outside and i suffocate

i by goldfinching, literature

Rotten by goldfinching, literature

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Rotten

i. (roots) I am faded gold, disintegrated while skin still shines so green who buried me? I don’t like it it’s dark ii. (stem) I wilt in tears’ absence, we grow in screams but I am so -nerveless- un-sensing, please, snap me we’ll laugh like hyenas iii. (flower) look at me and I will glow for you a tasteful, warm light cut from broken trees, the greatest form of me look at black spots on petals, see that I’m wrong

september baby by goldfinching, literature

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september baby

still you, ensnared in my thoughts, ropes strangle vocal chords to keep safe your words - those not stolen by drink stolen by me (from silver hipflasks). An excuse to watch you rot I grew bored of summer, discarded boys like sweaters on my bedroom floor. a swept memory of carpet, vacuous space between Earth and the moon - you should not be the planet. Fearless, your “how about kiss me” has me begging: decay me slow, turn me gold and watch me die like fallen leaves. if we were in a desert, I’d be a winter coat for you pine needles scratch inside my throat impatient. And I, abashedly, know less than naked trees at my win

Philosophy of the November night sky by goldfinching, literature

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Ode to friends I have lost (iv) by goldfinching, literature

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Ode to friends I have lost (iv)

selfish people live longer by goldfinching, literature

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MagicalJoey's Anthology Contest II by MagicalJoey, journal

MagicalJoey's Anthology Contest II

Mar 19, 2017

Why hello there you lovely person. Yes, you! No, not the madly waving person behind you...just you. You have arrived at a very nice place. While we have no unicorns, candy or coffee, we do have a contest! That's right, you've arrived at: While the idea isn't entirely an original one, last year I decided that I wanted to host a poetry contest that promotes the writing of poetry. And what better way to do so than by holding an Anthology Contest - I am an aspiring poet who aims to publish an anthology one day, and I am sure that there are many more like me - where you have to write poetry that is specific, packs an impact and is anthology 'wort

Empty by Eremitik, literature

Tinfoil Hat Contest Results! by Iron-Authors, journal

Tinfoil Hat Contest Results!

Mar 10, 2017

The Winner: :thumb674564406: by LifeOfSherman (https://www.deviantart.com/lifeofsherman) Second Place: :thumb672158096: by pinkinte (https://www.deviantart.com/pinkinte) Contest details, as they were, are below. If you listen closely, you can hear the whispers. Is it the government? Aliens? Big Foot? Better go out to the kitchen and get the foil. Remember to cover your temples and ears, because it's conspiracy time! Also, be sure the reflective side is out. We are proud to announce our second contest, The Tinfoil Hat. :bulletpurple: The Task :bulletpurple: Write bogus conspiracy theories with the aim of making the reader consider their validity. The challenge her

rough untitled by pansydiv, literature

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rough untitled

a song by mars argo that i can’t stop listening to and it honestly calms me down in some surreal way like a sedative from outerspace like bubblegum basements like cottoncandy boys like immortal kids in bathtubs thinking about ophelia like falling asleep in the backseat of your car or having a loudly purring cat on your lap or sneaking outside at 3AM to taste the stars on your tongue by staring at the sky like you owned the universe like breathing in sunsets like aphrodite was your girlfriend like car radios at 1AM like that boy’s jacket and the smell of blueberries and peppermint and citronella and the taste of her lipgloss and t

Temporary Insanity by BlizzardBlitzer, literature

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Temporary Insanity

I stand in the comely little abode, surrounded by the soft white light and the plush blue carpets. I am not myself, but an agent of the one who sent me. This body belongs to another and so does this mission. Like a machine I listen to my directive, my programming. I watch through the eyes, and I feel the swell of adrenalin. I am, in this moment, enjoying the task I’ve no choice but to perform. I am killing. She seems familiar, the way she looks at me. We are friends or perhaps kin. She trusts me to stop, even as these strong hands wrap around her fragile neck. Those hands of mine, though they belong to another, are ove

recovery crawl by KaitForest, literature

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recovery crawl

beating is kinder than leaving. sometimes I wish your last words were movements. a hand against my cheek, a fist to my chest, an arm around my neck, nails on my wrist. the ache more real and easy to find. every night I ache and I point all over. mostly my heart, mostly my mind, to the words stuck that won’t loosen that wedge themselves in my teeth and fall out when I’m drunk, in his lap. he doesn’t need them, boy that loves me until his teeth rot, who says I don’t deserve you who constricts my waist with his hands and who whispers I love you before we fuck. he’s got courage like the front lines of war

portrait of rosalie by ignotism, literature

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portrait of rosalie

my grandmother devours photo albums like i devour sylvia plath anthologies, mémoire aprés mémoire aprés mémoire memory after memory after memory. she tells me the same story about her first job without a car five times over, looking away to another world, black & white to me & full-color to her. alzheimer's is a language. like french, it is just another part of her. she does not remember conversations from a week ago or to turn over laundry, but she remembers bus rides in the south, pre-1964, white weddings in grey cathedrals that are shopping malls now. i have learned to translate her repetition, the ways sh

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Oct 16
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plant nerd, 18, amateur

gold's my name, naivety is my game. my upload schedule sucks because i'm having a hard time with schoolwork. sometimes i write pretty things but mostly they're slightly dark, lol.

writing is my favourite way to make sense of how my brain and the world get mixed up with each other. translating my own recipe for disaster, if you will. it's only a hobby because i'm scared pursuing writing academically would ruin it for me.

this bio has been edited to remove a fraction of the pretension, which i realise is still in great abundance.

Favourite Movies

reservoir dogs, the big short, the dark night trilogy, legend

Favourite TV Shows

skins, stranger things, how to get away with murder, downton abbey

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

the 1975, the killers, my chemical romance, melanie martinez

Favourite Books

the Harry Potter series, The Goldfinch, 1984, looking for alaska, this blinding absence of light

Favourite Writers

Donna Tartt, Vladimir Nabakov, Taha ben Jalloun

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laptop, brain

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goldfinching

Apr 23, 2017

lol tags

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Tagged by TheseWingsofDarkness (https://www.deviantart.com/thesewingsofdarkness)! Not gonna make more questions because I'm too lazy 1. What's one of your favourite works (that's yours)? Why? My ode to friends lost series is probably my fave. I add to it over time and comparing the first to the most recent always makes me feel proud of how much I've improved. 2. What's one of the biggest challenges of writing and/or drawing? Getting ideas outside of personal experience 3. What food or drink don't you like but most people do? Hot chocolate 4. What's your favourite eye colour? Brown eyes are so cute 5. What's an odd quirk you have? Not sure, I zone out a lot I guess. 6. Should you

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goldfinching

Apr 17, 2017

i am not cohesive, nothing is real

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@ ALL OF THE POETS MagicalJoey (https://www.deviantart.com/magicaljoey) is hosting an Anthology Competition (enter: here) and I'm entering! You've gotta write 6-12 poems around a central theme, and you have till the end of May to submit! Yes, I'm promoting this for points, because I'm going to lose m a n y when the judges see the mess that is my theme. It is not shaping up to be all that cohesive. Ah well, I'm only joining in for fun. I really hope some of you guys find the time to enter because I want to read everyone's anthologies. Also I know I have a lot of very talented watchers, and I think it'd be hella fun if we were all entering the same thing. Basically, please go give

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goldfinching

Apr 16, 2017

Tagged again!

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Tagged by gridtakno (https://www.deviantart.com/gridtakno) to answer his 13 questions. Grid is an awesome writer and is also a very intelligent and kind person who I'm glad to consider a friend on DA. If you've got time, give his gallery a look! :D Answers 1. What is an imperfection you have but allows you to be strong? What springs to mind is that I'm insecure and lazy, and I don't think either of these give me strength. 2. How does someone become your favorite hello, and your hardest goodbye. (I dream of understanding romance one day) By bringing out parts of your character you never knew were there before. 3. If someone didn't connect with average human emotions properly

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BlizzardBlitzer

Jun 27, 2017

Just checking to make sure you're still breathing and whatnot. Haven't heard from ya in a while.

goldfinching2

Aug 4, 2017

Hey! I'm alive, but account isn't. when you posted this i was in the grip of exam season and about to go travelling. i'm still abroad now but only just had the time to sort out getting back onto da. Really appreciate your checking up on me!!

BlizzardBlitzer

Aug 5, 2017

That's good to hear. I hope all's going smoothly your way, hectic or not, and you're enjoying it. You'd taken some breaks before, but since this one was so long I wanted to stop by and make sure all was well.

goldfinching2

Aug 5, 2017

Think I have it just about under control (3 days before all my travelling's over). Yeah, it just so happened that everything was cramped together. I hope you've been doing well during my absence.

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Takk-Ether

Apr 12, 2017

Thanks tons for the watch, dear! <3

TheseWingsofDarkness

Apr 11, 2017

Thank you for the watch! Hug

WePushedAngels

Apr 6, 2017

thank you for the watch and the fav