SocratesCafeJunkie

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On Summer Vacation by SocratesCafeJunkie, literature

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On Summer Vacation

The roaring wind Growled In my ears Almost drowning out The voice of Jim Morrison rasping Out of the radio. Normally, the speed Would bite At my eyes 'Til they watered. But not tonight. Tonight I was in control. Flecks of fireflies' light Pricked holes in the darkness, Then vanished In an instant, like a million Tiny cameras Flashing. The velvet sky Was void Of a single star, Of a single cloud But was full Nonetheless. The air Smelled like campfires And wind And night. This was summer. This was life.

With the Wind by SocratesCafeJunkie, literature

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With the Wind

When I Was very small I would spread my hands High in the air, and Sunlight would drip Through my fingers Like milk. I drew my life With candy-colored crayons And construction paper. I watched clouds Swirl Above my head And studied Elderly dandelions, Whose dying wish Blew away With the wind. I believed Everything My parents told me, Because trust Was a tangible thing And fear Only dwelled in dark closets. Sometimes I look back On those days. And I Can almost picture My paint-stained palms, Sandy toes And innocuous laugh. But I Have never been able To pinpoint The day Those things, like that Dandel

Blind Mountainside by SocratesCafeJunkie, literature

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Blind Mountainside

I can see it. The top. It glimmers, sun dancing softly On each frosty particle. I dig my foot, hard, Into the rocky mountainside. Dirt cakes my palms; Sweat clings to my pores. It'll be worth it, though. I know it. I can feel it. The bottom. Staggering, empty, blind abyss. Adrenaline fuses my hand to the rocks. Gusty wind tears the breath from my soul. I trust my dreams to this mountainside, And my life to the climb it takes To get to the top. I can hear it. My victory. Rambunctious, astounding cheers Twist my dreams into nightmares. Who am I to do it? When so few before me ever had? I can taste it. My failu

Our House by SocratesCafeJunkie, literature

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Our House

Its crooked black windows, Crawl up its walls Like a so many legs of a spider. Its broken shudders, Hide secrets no one has discovered, Colorless and unfriendly. Its neglected lawn, Tangled and unexplored. Its faded paint, A mere shadow of a life It once held in its tender grasp, But lost Along the way. Our house Moans with the wind. Cries with the rain. Laughs with the sunshine. It's beaten down. Past it's prime. Timeless. How many lives have past through it? How many trees has it seen cut down? How many clouds has it gazed at? How many storms has it braced through? How many seasons has it been lonely Before we cam

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Artist // Student // Literature

Canada
Deviant for 12 years
She / Her

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My life consists of the following:
1. going to a visual and performing arts school; i'm in for visual art.
2. attempting to not engage in excessive fangirlishness with my bff over our favorite cartoon.
3. suffocating in a world of slowly declining competance.
You would think i'm all dark and angsty with that last one, but i'm not. i love laughing with my friends, listening to music, playing with my cats, and capturing the moment and my emotions through my artwork and writing!
i write short stories more than poetry, but i think i'm gonna put more poetry on here. easier to upload, ya know?
llamas and watches given shall be returned! i appreciate constructive critisism.

Current Residence: My own little world.
Favourite genre of music: Rock n' Roll
Favourite style of art: Junk Art
MP3 player of choice: Ipod nano[green]
Shell of choice: Yoshi egg shell
Favourite cartoon character: Iroh/ Toph/ Maggie Simpson
Personal Quote: If my beliefs offend you, I'm sorry you're the kind of person that would be offended.

Favourite Visual Artist

M. C. Escher/ Claude Monet/ Beth Ellis

Favourite Movies

Mary and Max/ Persepolis/ The Outsiders/ Yellow Submarine

Favourite TV Shows

The Simpsons/ How I Met Your Mother/ Avatar the Last Airbender

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Beatles/ Stevie Wonder/ Joni Mitchell/ Sting/ Green Day

Favourite Books

My Sister's Keeper/ Harry Potter/ Persepolis/ Wake/ The Outsiders

Favourite Writers

J. K. Rowling/ Edgar Allan Poe/ Lisa McMann/ Jodi Piccoult

Favourite Games

All things Mario

Favourite Gaming Platform

Wii

Tools of the Trade

My brain

Other Interests

Writing, drawing, reading

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SocratesCafeJunkie

Jul 5, 2012

This Might Take a While...

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So, all the art 'n shit I wanted to upload isn't gonna be uploaded for a while, since it's all crammed in a box at my mother's condo. But no, worries, Micki, Kurtrina, and Stish, I'll FINALLY upload something that isn't shitty poetry once I get there in a couple weeks. Maybe. Let's see.. what else can I talk about? I've been spending summer swimming in lakes, sleeping under the stars, climbing next to waterfalls, dissecting cow eyes bare-handed, and resembling certain characters from Ice Age. But mostly pissing around on Tumblr. Yea, I have a tumblr now! And no, I won't link to it, because I don't want you all to see how fucking insane I am.

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SocratesCafeJunkie

Jun 16, 2012

I'm Getting Tired of Journals With the Word '

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Well, the 3 watchers I actually have will be thrilled to know that I am uploading stuff again! ...But now I'm going to camp for a week. Yup. Bye!

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SocratesCafeJunkie

Apr 29, 2012

Back When I Actually Uploaded Shit

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So apparenlty it's been one official year since I joined, and since I haven't updated this in forever, I figure I'd take this opportunity to reminisce on all the wonderful art I never made. The last time I uploaded something was... July? August? Looking back, I realize most of that was god-awful anyways.My art-life isn't completely dead, though, as I got into an artsy high school and made it to the next round in my nerd competition. I have LOTS of inspiration lately, thanks to my dearest parents. I might upload some of my angst, but don't get your hopes up. You know how I am about uploading shit. The Good Stuff: 1. I'm getting out of Kent!