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flight by a-secret-key, literature

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flight

you mentioned vulnerability but that's my weakness. i can wash anything off, no lady macbeth. i'm all copper and silver and anything that conducts. the current is my currency, soon as it's vintage, and i'm always fast. free will is real so you can't touch me, and i'm a gambler (don't remind me tomorrow if i'm grey) but i'm invincible. someday, i'll withdraw it all in words, when it's sluggish and slighty off. like shifting gears, i can skip a few on my way back down, and i barely feel it. that's the truth.

19/05/14 by a-secret-key, literature

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19/05/14

a sort of forcefield and the edges buzz, lap at my eyes like a camera lens. and that's such a dead simile, i know, but sometimes it just fits and besides, i'm too lazy to think of another. did you see that? the blackbird moves across the lawn, a clot. it picks its way through the blockages, digested flame and burnt-up blossom, noise on my green. i watch for a while and then i just close my eyes. i never knew what this meant, still don't. the world is swollen. got a word for that?

Sea poem, May by a-secret-key, literature

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Sea poem, May

such a sleek thing, the sky, inside your mouth like a mist. your throat-- i concentrated the best i could. my shoes clattered the rock-- it felt good to climb, like i'd been somewhere. i shut my eyes and tried noticing --thought i'd see a glimpse, an eye-stain or a linger, but you'd been there long enough for your skin to peel back, so why was i wanting a handshake? the sea was one thing, the cave another. a smooth belly of rock, not much else. it dribbled stones out onto the beach, a bodied white noise that bothered me. i looked so hard, kept my face to the light and my eyes shut against it. that's glory, i suppose, once you boil the whole

sometimes by a-secret-key, literature

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sometimes

i used to think this was the easy part: having something, keeping it. turns out i'm no good with keeping-- just taking, just moving on. it's not all bad, though, and in the end i guess i like that so much of this is down to me. effects don't always have causes. sometimes we just get tired-- tea stained lantern sunlight. do you ever get the blues? home is tiny in the distance. its lights? i can barely see them-- corner of the eye, dull vague. they burst with tiny needles. a nice thought, i guess, but maybe that's just me-- sometimes i wish all light was firelight. it's silly, yeah, but i'm young enough to still get why it's good to be tangi

Chimes by a-secret-key, literature

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Chimes

A bird, and the edge of winter. There are no signs. I'm tired of this, the searing and the splitting, metal on metal. I'm tired of myths. Won't you just be beside me, be still? Let me picture you, just for a moment. Divine concentration, that's all you take. Don't ask. Living never felt natural. But here we are, trying- All for this one second, this one flash of perfection. It's tricky to be a person. I can never get the balance right, and the seasons are a quilt, heavy like a sand, damp faces. Where is your voice, is it beneath the soft song of the quiet? Your words, did I make them?

untitled by a-secret-key, literature

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untitled

1. Full-hands, hello! and goodbye: i never thought, i never, i- it was a performance. i watched myself and the world sped up, and i stroked schrodinger's cat. it's funny now, because nobody knows when- not really. we never will. i ought to, you said i should. and so i did, and with steady hands too. that's faith. i'll remember everything in too much detail- but not my own words. they fade like thoughts do. i knew this would happen, and i considered the moment because it finally had. surprised? Full hands, not steady, Full house? As if the presence swoll when it left. We all listen to the same words , again and again, an

Heather by a-secret-key, literature

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Heather

The world was changing except for me. You tore through it, a motorway on a map. The paper moor, the trees- still stuck in shock and the heather, purple like a bruise or the lips of a greedy child- teeth grinding and stained red. Feasting but somehow still empty? And then, all that is left: the ringing in my ears, that grey sheeted sky lifted miraculous by your flock: their flashing brights suddenly hid from view: not changing themselves but rather changing places.

letter to a suit of armour by a-secret-key, literature

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letter to a suit of armour

We have both been here before, Paused, stood, and stared before. And I have to ask- Is it the light that keeps you so still? I've watched it pleading, its yellow yolk weeping on the shoulders of impassive you. It finds no features to cling to. You look seamless. So tell me, how did you empty? Was your person plucked away by a sharp beak? Or did they wither and decay? Are your bones still inside? Did you creak shut like an oyster? What I mean to ask is where did your details go? Did you trade them for a legend, quid pro quo? And last of all, would you describe yourself as an elephant skulled accident or something a lit

Two poems on change by a-secret-key, literature

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Two poems on change

During the whole journey, the only thing that changed was what we left behind: the white streamer unfolding like a kite, I imagined reaching the end of the line, being tugged back through the blue- never reaching the promised land and instead falling back to nothing only a plaything. - It had always seemed so unchanging here and I could remember it through child eyes as well as my slightly older ones. I'd never seen it like this black and slick, a tape rewound and fraying against the now-drowned stepping stones. That tearing broke the ancient silence, and the silt on the bank wept.

Before sleep, by a-secret-key, literature

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Before sleep,

Before sleep the darkness comes, meek. It rolls eyes into quiet empty that's forgotten, soothes with bloated lullaby the stolen child. Night passes its terrible weight, an inheritance denied until it's heavy is found to be merely peace. Calm is as a sea, refracting memories into pictures that are no longer understood. As the world breaks into dreams, eyes rattle their lids. All this happens: Becoming the insect, colliding with the glass and refusing to believe in the existance of that beyond vision. Each tap flicks down through the frequencies, a casual receiver of all through soft noise to silence. A slow giving up of sound.

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Heather by a-secret-key, literature

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Heather

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letter to a suit of armour

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Two poems on change

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Before sleep,

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degenerate aesthetic by archelyxs, literature

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degenerate aesthetic

Out all day carving windows into the sun to see the sky fill with newborns making labile signatures. Another fleet of events & causes and you lose your neck in the coming together of psychics & almanacs. For you alone, a sculptress tills the surface of the oceanic and to you alone, the abyss comes forth in colors, in flowers, like daughters having been given astronomical names. Here, a quiet of nitrogen diffuses pacific laughter over brick houses that should have been glimmers in the mist kicked up by our revolutions, but navigating your skin was such a pleasurable divination.

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I Am A Writer

I Am A Writer: Gentlemen, today I speak to you To convey an issue that has plagued the core of our community. For so long have we been considered second-class; To this day there are those who still believe that we are not artists. But today is not about freedom, today is about honour, Because there are many writers that still seek to shame us all... I speak of those individuals, who take art from others. Covers, photos, paintings, digital art, anime and manga. It matters not where you draw your source from, But every action impacts upon us as a community. Why? BECAUSE I AM A WRITER! When I craft my works, when I write each and ev

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Mar 1, 1994
Deviant for 14 years
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Breakfast At Tiffanys, The Crow, The Strangers, The Matrix, Donnie Darko

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Bukowski, Plath, Fitzgerald, Wilde, Palahniuk, Hemingway, David Mitchell, William Carlos Williams, TS Elliot

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a-secret-key

Oct 29, 2012

hello

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I'm still here, just terribly absent. A close family member was killed in an accident a few weeks ago, so I haven't felt much like writing. And now nanowrimo is coming around again, and I'll be writing far less poetry than usual. So yes, thank you for all the favourites, I will thank you all, eventually, Sarah x

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a-secret-key

Sep 20, 2012

DD!

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THAT WAS SUCH A LOVELY SURPRISE. Especially since my laptop had been broken for a week or two and I hadn't been able to access dA. So today, when it was finally repaired and I arrived home to check my messages, I saw 220 feedback ones and I nearly died. [Enhanced by the fact that the message page refused to load for 5 minutes while I waved my laptop around like I was trying to get a phone signal.] Anyway, THANK YOU to everybody who took the time to favourite or comment or congratulate me. I'll get around to thanking you all soon. And thank you x100 to BeccaJS (https://www.deviantart.com/beccajs) who featured me in the first place: That was a wonderful surprise. PS

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a-secret-key

Sep 3, 2012

Anonymous

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Hello, Please take time to check out the trailer for "Anonymous", a short film worked on by my friend JohnAndrewE (https://www.deviantart.com/johnandrewe) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fKXU3L5ECiw&feature=results_video&h=NAQHuS_wx Thanks, if you like it please share it or comment.