Vanidar

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Bleak Hopes by Vanidar, literature

Words (, Betrayal of) by Vanidar, literature

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Words (, Betrayal of)

Words haven't meant as much to me, since they betrayed me. You remind me of how it was to write. To explore thought and emotion and sound out exactly how many consonants are needed for sadness compared to the ululating vowels of joy. You remind me of how a crystaline tear will freeze, and how a smile will burst forth from an over-insulated heart. You remind me of the way self-conscious flares of happiness pierce through intestines tied up in knots. You remind me of writing poetry on a sunlit day with a breeze in the air, and how I betrayed words, when they stopped meaning as much to me, after I met you.

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Desert of Love by Vanidar, literature

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Desert of Love

He couldn't ever love her less. It was the strange non-secret She'd gathered, looking in his eyes since the first moment she'd noticed him care. His love would never diminish, not in joy, nor through pain, anger, or heart-rending despair. After that, she herself felt, like thudding heartbeats, every grain of love that she spied trickling like sand from many sources and streams into his wide open heart; Wondering if she could ever fill it to bursting; Wondering if a thousand hourglasses turned against her might cover over or bury under, the love he'd shown which had become both her hope and her fear.

Yellow Roses (Fly Little Raven) by Vanidar, literature

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Yellow Roses (Fly Little Raven)

Fly little raven; fly racing after Apollo's chariot. String bright yellow roses in your hair. Smile and let us feel your fully blossoming warmth. Shake loose your wings; Glide and let fragrant petals drift behind you in the dusk. Ascend and spread your feathers to the night. Carry your crown like Venus amidst the stars, that your admirers might observe you in the full moon's light.

On how we Interact by Vanidar, literature

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On how we Interact

I don't mean to treat you like a friend I don't mean to view you like a foe. I don't like to balance all your words, I don't enjoy calculating my replies, or maintaining an, honestly, filtered facade. I'm sorry that I rationalized. I'm sorry that I entrusted her to you. I paid the price, my trust was shattered. I paid the price, I let you wound me. She paid the price, and now she's gone. I can't trust myself to treat with you unguarded. I can't trust you at all.

The Last Leaf of Winter by Vanidar, literature

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The Last Leaf of Winter

I remember you like a cypress would frozen in a still, timeless breeze, with barren boughs frigid against the sky; only the last leaf of winter tenaciously clinging to memory; and my roots delven beneath the earth, dreaming of warmth and nourishment and light. My only memory is of your face, setting on the horizon like the autumn sun, beaming for just an instant, then blushing red, disappearing hotly against my shoulder as your dark hair obscured you from me. Night's curly tendrils. and a single droplet of the coming storm slid from your cheek and boiled against my collarbone. I love you like I remember the heat, imprin

On His Smile by Vanidar, literature

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On His Smile

When she sees his smile, A magma joy blossoms within her. For his smile is of her crafting, and it is her warm, prided longing to caress the work of her own hands that seeks to pull her heated, beating heart from its place at the corners of her eyes, out from the upturned edges of her lips, through the very extremities of her tingling fingers, and into a beautiful gift. Just for him. To keep him warm. For his joy draws from somewhere very near the base of her love; and she could not stand to lose it.

The Snake-Charmer's Apprentice by Vanidar, literature

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The Snake-Charmer's Apprentice

In Istanbul, I met a snake-charmer's apprentice. She was young, and very beautiful, with dark skin, and black hair in coils above her head. I wondered very much how the snake-charmer came by her. The master noticed my attention to their craft. He came out and showed me his own flute, which I admired very much and commented on. Her flute played a sweet melody, and I tipped her with some of my spare currency. The master's eye gleamed with pride, and with a large breath he joined in on the medley, then with practiced agility moved to take her place and maintain the spell of his trade. She stood up to speak with me, her

To The Servant of Evil by Vanidar, literature

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To The Servant of Evil

I was a kind voice and a smile. Your lady could not abide, So she wished that I should die, even while her lips and actions lied. Are you her servant? Will you become evil for her? I danced with you, and held you close I met you, we discussed our dreams; She gazed on to jealously oppose and thwart our honest schemes. Are you her servant? Will you become evil for her? As your dagger drained my heart, I smiled to be in your arms, Squeezed you back for my part, Felt your tears, remembered your charms, Are you her servant? Did you become evil for her? She loves you, But would have others take her pains, Would let you take her

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Bleak Hopes by Vanidar, literature

Words (, Betrayal of) by Vanidar, literature

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Words (, Betrayal of)

Desert of Love by Vanidar, literature

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Desert of Love

Yellow Roses (Fly Little Raven) by Vanidar, literature

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Yellow Roses (Fly Little Raven)

On how we Interact by Vanidar, literature

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On how we Interact

The Last Leaf of Winter by Vanidar, literature

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The Last Leaf of Winter

On His Smile by Vanidar, literature

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On His Smile

The Snake-Charmer's Apprentice by Vanidar, literature

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The Snake-Charmer's Apprentice

To The Servant of Evil by Vanidar, literature

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To The Servant of Evil

They Canceled The Dance by Vanidar, literature

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They Canceled The Dance

He sings softly from the garden; Waltzing shoes planted amidst begonias; With her disappeared behind woolen curtains on the balcony, Giggling to his improvised words, (for he steals tunes and melodies) praising her aquamarine-tawny-blue-green eyes, sleek jet-black brunette hair, and shapely blonde curls, when the sprinklers turn on. She leans out and lends him a smile, as he begs her stay, Rivulets on his cheeks, streaks rolling along his clinging shirt, tapping a ruined shoe on a garden stone for time to his harp-accompanied, sweet, patient, Seronade. (for her fingers pluck his heart.)

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On His Smile by Vanidar, literature

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

United States
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: There's a beach around here somewhere :)
Favourite genre of music: Swelling/ inspirational(no lyrics)(think soundtracks)
Operating System: Windows XP

Favourite Movies

Pirates of the Caribean, Serenity

Favourite Gaming Platform

Gamecube

Tools of the Trade

Words and pencil

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Vanidar

Jun 24, 2012

What of My Work is Really Good?

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This Journal Post is jointly Showcase and Introspective.  I decided to go back through my deviations, and find out what of my poems had performed the best on receiving Favorites.  It's a slightly imperfect metric, based off of how well my poems are advertised, but the good ones certainly have taken off.  The following list has one exempted, and I'll explain that below.  I've also put a few additional comments on why I think these have taken off. My most favorited poems are: 1. http://fav.me/d4h7rpg On His Smile - 12   2. http://fav.me/d2ej8lo A Graffiti Promise - 10 3. http://vanidar.deviantart.com/art/She-Has-Not-Asked-101521933 She Has

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Vanidar

Jun 8, 2012

Stolen Meme for People looking for things to do!

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Stolen from ~Kitty-Ham (https://www.deviantart.com/kitty-ham)... who stole it from somebody else.... who stole it from someone else... you get the picture Meme Rules: 1->You must post these rules. 2->Each person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal. 3->Answer the questions the tagger set for you, and create ten new questions for the people you tag to answer. 4->Go to their pages and tell them you have tagged her/him. 5->Is right out. 6->No tag backs. 7->Nothing in the tagging section about "you are tagged if you're reading this." You have to tag 10 people.  Unless you don't. Kitty's questions: 1. HI THAR 8D HELLO! :D 2. Do you like doing memes lik

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Vanidar

Jan 4, 2012

Do you see the stars falling?

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Lighting up the brown bark sky? Carving silver tendrils through distant forests, never pondering why. yeah, that was about two minutes of effort.  More importantly: Meteor shower starts... now! :D http://abcnews.go.com/Technology/quadrantid-meteor-shower-2012-shooting-stars-wednesday-dawn/story?id=15279375