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And in stillness by jhock216, literature

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And in stillness

You have to remember your steps do not echo on deaf ears and in stillness, silences meld with solaces Full heart, it cannot close and in your eyes swirl most delicate flecks of Gold. You have to know that those you love are those that see all that I know in you Resonate every grain even though synthetic lies beneath wrapped yarn and when pain floods through light Please. Take your path for on it is nothing but Gold.

Know by jhock216, literature

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Know

Know That I love you. When autumn sun rises and kisses the night sky farewell, Know that I love you. When late night's breeze tickles your tender cheek pink, Know that I love you. As long as the winding river that takes my soul along each gentle ridge in the river bend, Let my love be the bridge that guides you safely over the soft tides. And should other hands take yours, And should other eyes hold you so delicately in each gentle laugh line's crease, Let my arms be those you drift into when you lay your sleeping head amongst the stars, And let my lips be those yours, so soft and tender, find in the late winter's c

one of those moments by jhock216, literature

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one of those moments

There are days I want to run screaming into the night, but then I remember what's down the road for me, and I can't seem to go anywhere but forward. I am depleted I am careworn.. these hands, swollen, and calloused.. but I am so in love, tightness in my chest that flows through me like a deep mahogany rich in caramel melody. I never thought I'd fall this in love you like the yarn loves the rosewood in warm tones that resonate like the arches in Rome. I want to sink into your arms like a sweet melody and it's a giant fluffy blanket while my eyelids lower to let dreams fill with the harmony.

Home, mvt. 1 by jhock216, literature

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Home, mvt. 1

I once asked a composer, "Where do you draw from?" as the tidal waves of his rhythms and his melodies crashed over my head. Where do you draw from, that something so strong can come from your fingertips. Something that speaks of a beyond, profound as the rising sun, yet silent as black notes on paper, that gyrate like snowflakes in the middle of July. The first time I met you I melted, just like the snowman under those fireworks with all those notes swirling. I never thought I'd find you yet there you were, waiting, while a child ran through the house with chopsticks, pretending everything in sight was a drum. Waiting

when the morn grows dark and cold by jhock216, literature

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when the morn grows dark and cold

I thought of you as the nail polish crackled on my toes, spreading across the surface the same way water floods dry desert plains, thirsty for droplets that waited to fall; Just like I waited for you as the sun dropped beneath the horizon while crumpled leaves danced across my feet like ballerinas in a tornado. I need you unnervingly, exhaustingly so.. It is what keeps those memories coming back in such a fluid nature. But the melody keeps me warm. Rich chords; enveloping as a hot shower on a cold morn. Tidal waves of violet, maroon and caramel, spackeled with droplets of silver. How peaceful, as it all trickles down. But when it'

thoughts while driving home by jhock216, literature

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thoughts while driving home

Brown eyes murky, stained-glass windows to the worn-leather sole Heavy eyes because the red inside is so dense that these weathered veins trudge on broken soles down twisting, writhing, ashen roads. They long to run, to move timelessly again, to feel the blazing, green adrenaline pulsing in all directions. Run, to where the earth stretches itself out, to where the sky and land meet in the most tender kiss of light, of fate, and the burn, the bright crimson burn that's lived in these fibers since the dawn. Trust, my child, and your stumbling, running legs will no longer feel that burn that will remit to floating over stars t

droplets by jhock216, literature

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droplets

i want no more your silver stillicide is just; tapping in the midnight cools of dawn are just; Glory, in Just; all I am, in delicate, no i won't, she said, I won't.. serene, quiet tears, can't breathe; no more its just; the colder the colds the more it falls the more they fall argen t droplets. and its all just; empty sheets and blue precipices on violet efflux you're just silver specks on sapphired breath A matter [just] of stepping forward[one] [more] Or fall on bro ken t r o

Lover's Arms by jhock216, literature

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Lover's Arms

Tell me you're of no beauty I'll say otherwise Such celest so serene, innocent in Glory, could not disguise; In delicate hands all I am in gentle crimson caressed, Sweet embrace and cerulean scents In grace, kept I dressed. Behind gentle lids among which mine door'lifs flutter doth deep beauty soar, Cascading among shuddered celests Beyond dashed darks as though none'd passed, Until to rest in my arms once more

Reticence by jhock216, literature

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Reticence

Rain drops trickled like passive typewriter keys while we waited patiently, In silence on a cold spring afternoon. Steps carried across pavement as droplets quickened their pace, dancing about the pane as if among white keys; All the while, gazing upon glass where just on the other side Such a peace, had come to pass. I reached for you in darkness, yet coldness returned the grasp. You are gone, but only so; such vox, that can still clasp All held with thee, have it all already past. In silence we waited, as hurried steps returned. Lest the rain shall mix with salt; remembrance must, that none were at fault. A doo

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Home, mvt. 1 by jhock216, literature

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when the morn grows dark and cold by jhock216, literature

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when the morn grows dark and cold

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Summer Contest by DailyLitDeviations, journal

Summer Contest

Jun 1, 2012

UPDATE: Submissions to the contest are now closed. Watch for an announcement on the results. The Prompt Use an object to connect the lives of two or more otherwise unrelated characters. :pointr: Contest Begins on June 1st, 2012. :pointr: Contest Ends on August 1st, 2012 at 11:59pm Pacific Time The Rules :bulletgreen: All entries must be Literature. Prose, Poetry, and Scripts are accepted. No visual poetry; concrete is allowed. :bulletblue: All entries must be written specifically for this contest, uploaded to dA on or after June 1st, 2012. :bulletgreen: All entries must include a link to this contest journal in the artist's comment of the

Stolen Kiss by Synnic, literature

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Stolen Kiss

They imprisoned her for her father's vocal arguments that android's do have souls, since he was out of reach. "Blasphemy must be punished," said the clergyman to the sounds of a slamming door and clacking lock. Today, they mockingly toss David's broken body into her prison with her. She circles him inspecting the damage, and looking for a flicker of life. "If the spark is not yet fled...", she thinks to herself. The club that they struck him with when he leapt to her defense had separated the top of his head. David's empty, staring eyes, the clear separation of his spine somewhere internally and the gradual ooze of his hydraulic blood leaves

IT IS TIME by Loza-Muse, journal

IT IS TIME

Dec 29, 2011

Seriously. The musical revolution of the world should, no, must be introduced into the midst of all artists here. Music being available on deviantART is something that I would have expected long ago. It is an art form that travels through the core of a person and evokes feeling of sudden realization or just sweet lulling bliss. I know it will be difficult, but it should at least be tried. I have only come across one person of deviantART (Who is absolutely brilliant let me say) Who has been able to upload music on deviantART quite cleverly if I say so my self. You have probably heard of this awesomeness that is RainCookie (https://www.deviantart.com/raincookie) She created t

how do you write like that? by ButterfliKissed, literature

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how do you write like that?

"How do you write like that?" ~~~ Imagine splitting yourself into several pieces. One piece for each character and another piece for an outsider. The biggest part of you goes where the point of view is, whether that's a character or the outsider. Now visualize the scene. What's the "big idea"? What are the individual characters doing? Which ones are interacting? What are their personalities? Is she shy and fearful of him rejecting her? How does she act on that insecurity? Does she withdraw from him, obsess from afar, or conquer her fear and take control of the situation? Does he even notice her? Base the characters off someone real, that a

Home by Zark123, literature

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Home

As I walked down that mundane path, On that rainy, nippy October eve, I marvelled at how nothing had changed, And I felt that old sense of qui vive, What lay ahead I didnot know, What lay behind I cared not for, Had time chosen to nurse those wounds? That had harried those days of yore. With every step I broke my resolve, A tryst with myself made so long ago, With every adding year the longing grew, Until those bonds of blood began to flow. The everlasting miles ceased not to cease, as I began to remember, How father had disowned me when I floundered to walk his way, So I left for the city with only my dreams clasped in my pock

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

United States
Deviant for 15 years
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Personal Quote: "The greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make."

Favourite Movies

Garden State, Moulin Rouge, Pulp Fiction

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Mae, Brightwood, Death Cab for Cutie, John Mayer, Keane

Favourite Writers

T.S. Elliot, Ralph Waldo Emerson

Favourite Games

Uno, B.S.

Tools of the Trade

pencil, blank composing paper/comp. book

Other Interests

music, composing, writing, marching band, track/cross country

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jhock216

Sep 6, 2012

And so begins round two...

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So.. into week 3 of sophomore year already... and it feels like at least a couple months have gone by haha. The first week of classes, I was more of a September kind of tired instead of a 'just got done with week 1' kind of exhausted... it was weird! Classes so far are good.. only in two ensembles this year and they're both the top ones which means this baldy can keep her talent grant!! They're both the ensembles I wanted to make as well :) happy Jami. However the amount of bull that's already happened this year is a little ridiculous! Drama already beginning, let alone the bureaucracy here was WAAAYYYY behind at the beginning of the year a

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jhock216

Jun 5, 2012

'...so far so good'

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Welp. Survived year one at WIU, and now on summer break. Not for long though, since summer classes start June 11th and I still have to pass a math placement test *bites fingernails* but it should be alright. My first year of college was a good one. First semester was filled with marching band and then just concert band.. followed by a hint of pep band and U band.. but it was relatively quiet. I started with 16 credit hours and by the end of the semester it was knocked down to 13. I had to drop some ensembles since the tendonitis in my right wrist also became present in my left wrist as well, throughout the course of the marching band season,

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Feb 17, 2012

now 19

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Nothin like getting a Daily Lit Feature on mah 19th birthday!!! Today had its ups and downs... but I feel like the ups outweighed the low points.. finally got to play with my jazz combo tonight!! For all my friends that came to the cafe all the combos were at!! After that, we just had a giant jam session, with rhythm sections from any combo (there's four) (also by 'combo', I mean smaller jazz ensemble that does gigs like Cafe Aroma, Country Club, etc) and any horn players that wanted to jump in! It was wonderful and was a perfect  way to end a great day! And I played a lot better than I anticipated hehehe :D here's to mah last year as a tee