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Ilanna - Status: Member
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- Offline for 55w 4d 20h 40m 1s
- Deviant since Jan 28, 2003, 9:00 PM
- 32 Deviations
- 17 Scraps [browse]
- 359 Deviation Comments
- 103 Deviant Comments
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I'm HereI see you shivering Those voices in your head Those faces in your mind.I'm Here
I see your pain Those half-healed marks Those half-dried tears.
I can't understand Those haunting words Those hopeless moans.
I used to know the man inside All I see is a cowering fear All I see is a crying boy.
I don't understand, but I'm here.
A shaken girl to lie quietly beside you.
in Open on 4/4/05
Stretching, Blue SoulI swear her eyes never looked so blue Before she gazed at the stretching sky. She looked so long that she felt the world stop So the clouds could float gently by.Stretching, Blue Soul
I called her name but received no reply; Her ears were with whispers, soft and sweet. I touched her shoulder but she never moved; She was lost in the clouds where the strong winds meet.
Maybe she wished to escape and be free
From a world cruel, cutting, and cold. Perhaps she only wanted to fly On the wings of a stretching, blue soul.
in Open on 7/31/04
Bittersweet DreamThe wave hit us. I fought for breath, but just as his hand slid from mine I lost consciousness.Bittersweet Dream
Murmurs. Murmurs. Voices. Darkness flickered away into hazy light and shapes. I gasped, fighting for air, only to realize I didn't have to fight anymore. I was safe.
Everyone smiled at me. My friends, family, doctors. I didn't recognize them, though. They were just faces. I looked for him in the throng of faces.
"Where's Neil?" I said thickly, forcing the words out like clay through tight mesh.
They
in General Romantic Fiction on 7/4/04
Slaughterhouse MemoriesI look up and feel it drying fast He looks down and thinks about the past Just beyond me gazes his sight Eyes open and wide with shock and frightSlaughterhouse Memories
He mouths a word that must be a name My blood and his, the age is the same I reach out to comfort and pat his thin hand But that hand moves, too, in that distant land
Quickly he's moving to kneel beside me "Grandpa, it's me! I'm fine; can't you see?" A stumble, a start, and his eyes come back He sees the fresh meat lying neatly stacked
As the tears flow down he turns his head Face crumpling
in Open on 7/3/04
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Devious Information
- Interests: writing, music, history, reading, rugby
- Favourite cartoon character: Hobbes
- Personal Quote: "Thou art that."
- Tools of the Trade: violin, bow, flute, sheet music, pen/pencil, scrap paper/notebook
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Devious Comments
Sorry, you probably sent that about a year ago...but ah well! I miss the old days too...
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Ilanna
"I thought that after seven boring hours at school, you might appreciate one moment of pure, abject terror."
(God I miss the old days)
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Ilanna
"At the age of fifteen, he had already learned silence."
I hope your holiday season has gone well so far! Thank you so much for watching me since May. I've really appreciated the support
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Prints by Scun
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Ilanna
"And I've turned into this smiling, smiling monster."
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Ilanna
"And I've turned into this smiling, smiling monster."
!!!
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Ilanna
"And I've turned into this smiling, smiling monster."
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I hide signatures because I'm easily distracted.
Do you feel like the worst artist here? click!
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Ilanna
"And I've turned into this smiling, smiling monster."
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Ilanna
"And I've turned into this smiling, smiling monster."
Take care of yourself, and thanks again!
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.he has.
.left us alone.
.but.
.shafts of light.
.sometimes grace.
.the corners of .
.our rooms.
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Ilanna
"And I've turned into this smiling, smiling monster."
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Ilanna
"Scratch my face with anvil hands, and coil my tongue around a bumblebee mouth."
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Ilanna
"Scratch my face with anvil hands, and coil my tongue around a bumblebee mouth."
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Ilanna
"Scratch my face with anvil hands, and coil my tongue around a bumblebee mouth."
In the meantime...*hides under a rock*
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Ilanna
"Scratch my face with anvil hands, and coil my tongue around a bumblebee mouth."
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nyoro~n
wait, I -AM- a bee!
Come join me friends! -snuggle bees-
Now, go after HER! -point-
-cough-
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