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My Serendipitous Love by PennedinWhite, literature

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My Serendipitous Love

I survived years of physical and emotional abuse, but it was not without consequences. The incomprehensible trauma I experienced still haunts my dreams and waking thoughts. It has been, and will continue to be, a long and grueling road to overcome my fears. What I have learned and discovered on my constant journey has lessened the pain I will persistently endure. - He sent a random hello from a thousand miles away and the wall around my heart began to crumble from that simple word. It was an unexpected chemistry that unlocked my impenetrable heart, a modest reconnection with that ignited the catalyst of my future. He was different, so diff

Happiness is but a butterfly... by Sammur-amat, literature

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Happiness is but a butterfly...

It's that time of the year again where everything fades to blues A time when I come to the realization that all I see is a corroding facade A prideful lie An all-consuming deceit Now is the when where I start chewing up my own flesh

a super nova's roar by LionesseRampant, literature

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a super nova's roar

your breathing comes heavy as you whisper in my ear: "veni, vidi, vici, mi amor." your fingers tangle themselves into my mane, sending trapped stars careening into the depths of the universe. your mouth meets mine. we explode into dark matter as i caress your butterfly skin, my unsheathed claws gliding down your rope-tied spine. dulce periculum. constellations dance across my body and super novae bloom in the cracks beyond time where lips and skin meet. we roar at the night sky as we rise from the lapping waves. omnis vir tigris, but we are lions, ascending to take our place among the stars.

nakedness and heavy lungs by intricately-ordinary, literature

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nakedness and heavy lungs

and now, I’m defined by the confines of my body, the faults I carry like misdemeanors against the ones who translate me in lines and curves and scars that read look, but don’t touch. now, I’m busy catching up in revolutions around the sun and laps within the indignity of my own mind; swallowing travesties and memories alike— the sun in your voice, brightening me inside as I wake up and breathe like an eclipsing star, my bones clanking together like wind-chimes, my legs giving out like ghost people who’ve given up. this is beautiful, this stripping of layers upon layers of reality and pretending I’m

On The Threshold of Creation by LadyofGaerdon, literature

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On The Threshold of Creation

Daughter of Hecate, I was born upon the threshold of one year and the next: a tiny earthen creature, awash in a sea of stars. Too late did I remember Capricorn is the goat with the tail of a fish, and perhaps my legs were never meant to tread upon the earth. I've heard tell that Saturn is the harshest master, and will never be satisfied by words alone. In the beginning I was sure-footed as the goat who glitters in stars above me, ideas sprung full-grown from my head, as Athena born from Zeus Too late do I recall that prophecy foretold, Zeus' own creation would surpass even him. I'm still trying to puzzle out whether my own creation will

the gospel of two am by 0hgravity, literature

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the gospel of two am

reading collab with your-methamphetamine (https://www.deviantart.com/your-methamphetamine) - http://sta.sh/0mk0ri4ja0a I. I believed in unconditional love until the conditions of the loved built a wall to stop the flood of me. maybe I did want you to drown in something warm and good because I am the blessed choking scarf: a much needed reminder of how sweet breathing is. II. you realize something in being the best person you can be to someone and that is: perfection means being alone. don't let anyone call you perfect-- simply a compliment tying the noose. it is the seemingly flawless who off themselves most successfully. sometimes they want to be perceived broken so they may be

le premier d'une longue by ithaswhatitisnt, literature

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le premier d'une longue

moonbeams silently fried our sinner’s skin your holy air sinewing my splintered lungs whole (how glorious to breathe again) – our lips meld addicts writhing for a miniscule taste we melt infinity seeping into our bones the paint-splatters and lead pockmarks caressing and weaving between the lyrically high-sung cracks tá mé leatsa agus go bhfuil tú mianach - deo.

December by PennedinWhite, literature

words for the anxious by 0hgravity, literature

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words for the anxious

inescapable fingers curled cage upon her face lips, red and parted, shine through phalangeal bars gentle nostril flair as she expels air and inhales fluttering hair draped, touching tangled thoughts draining darkness creeps up her throat , encompassing her whole being to shake muscles aching and tensed by muffled murmurs (indecipherable, unimportant) her trembling chin giving in to terror of some unknown threat still present and reflected in wet eyes tears trapped in surface tension shimmer gasp over the lump in her throat obstacles for oxygen mind is losing lost

sometimes i forget how to breathe by forestmeetwildfire, literature

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sometimes i forget how to breathe

An overwhelming need to shut myself underwater and drink in my inevitable death. Crawl out to shore and gasp out apologies while tending to cut knees, but leave the internal damage. Find something to tether me to the ground, clutch it between pruned and shaking hands. Water drips off my nose, down my arms, plinks into the puddle in my lungs. I am drowning on dry land, choking on the irresistible thought of you.

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About LadyLincoln

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Aug 17
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Deviant for 18 years

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“Not all angels play the harp and sing,

some are called to battle.”

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“Always look for the light in the darkness.

If you cannot find it, be the light.”

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"Strength comes from the madness we survive."

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A Little About Me on DeviantART:

I have been writing since I was about six years of age. I write for my own enjoyment, a sense of inner fulfillment, and judge writing I read on the heart and soul of a piece that speaks to my inner heart. My writing is at times raw, but always honest. There is beauty everywhere and I seek it out, with an open mind and pen. I enjoy writing and reading novels of all sorts, but my favorite genres are Historical romance, fantasy, and suspense.

Away from DeviantART, I work daily in physical therapy rehabilitation clinic. I also deem myself as a rather serious Abraham Lincoln scholar, and spend a great deal of my free time when not working studying, reading, learning, and eagerly collecting all things Lincoln.

What Can I Do For You Here?

As a former Literature Community Volunteer, I am very familiar with the community and will happily offer support to anyone who has questions or concerns at any time. I continue to strive my personal best to do whatever possible to make everyone’s experience here on DeviantART and beyond the absolute best that it can be.

Any other questions? Please feel free to send me a note.

Devious ID, 2015: Celebrating 10 Years

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LadyLincoln

Apr 7, 2024

April: Future in Delightful Bloom

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Welcome to April! As a new month begins, another busy spring season starts. I am nearing the end of another exciting semester. This time, I am finishing up with my last English, Professional and Technical writing course— but with a major project in the works that I hope to share some details with you soon I am so excited about! Basically, it is an accumulation of many of my works throughout the course of time on the digital and writing front and I hope my dedication and commitment will show. As many know here on DeviantART, I tend to dive into everything I do with my full heart and soul. Ideally, I hope what I am creating will help lead me toward my big dream of designing, editing and writing on a more full-time basis. I also wanted to take a moment here again to thank those who continue to show me their friendship and support. I know it express it often, but it does mean the world to me—especially when life is so terribly busy for all of us. These thoughts, hugs, positive tidings

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Mar 8, 2024

March: Heart, Soul and Hope

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Welcome to March. I hope with spring comes brighter days filled with more sunshine and hopefulness. These recent days, I have honestly felt trapped in a stagnant place where there hasn't been an escape and needed to press forward toward a more welcoming light. I have been traveling down different roads and looking in other distinctive directions, hopeful for solace and sanctuary. I do hold onto my words and to my writing, knowing well there is some beauty left there, even if my heart continues to feel empty every day. My full-time work at the therapy clinic and school do keep me distracted from other enjoyable social activities...although I keep trying to reach out. I realize that it is a busy season for many of us, but I miss the camaraderie of different activities and of my closest friends— the ones like Bridget, who entered my life three years ago like a quiet whirlwind when I direly needed a sincere friend after Terry passed away. But even she, along with many others I have

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LadyLincoln

Feb 25, 2024

Tragic Tears Laced in Grief

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The day you were taken is still a blur. I still cannot bring myself to go back to that moment. All I know is time stood still and my heart shattered into a million pieces. The day you were taken was the hardest day of my life– and a part of me went with you. ❤ Years later, my grief still cries out into what feels like a hollow abyss. The pain is not as intense as it was in the beginning, but it lingers on inside the caverns of my fragile heart much like a loud, yet silent plea thrown out to someone else on a lifeboat before deep diving into the icy waters. You desire to completely drown but you cannot do it— and somehow, you have to keep on living. It never gets easier looking around you and realizing the one person you desperately need to lean on for support is no longer there, especially when your fragmented heart aches to pick up the phone to call her, or reach out for an embrace to feel safe and protected again. Life is never what it was after experiencing a devastating loss.