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Amy

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Poem for my guy... untitled? by fae, literature

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Poem for my guy... untitled?

24 September 2008 I won't tell the guys you write poetry and like to cuddle afterwards; I know that testosterone-induced reputation of yours. Every cliche makes me miss you wish you were in my arms, that I could protect you my protector from the fire and mortar and sandstorms I know that when you're home again, the first few days I'll be a panic when you're out of my sight; all those months without as much as a glimpse made me wonder if you were real and yet on the long drive home, five shooting stars caught my heartstrings and pulled, carrying my wishes to whatever gods still listen to us... Despite the distance a

20 March 2007 by fae, literature

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20 March 2007

20 MARCH 2007 my toes become hands feeling in the dirt like a child, what hides between stones, under sidewalks? Rediscovering soft earth warm and damp with life reminds me of roots and iced tea and drumming on tree trunks with bare hands echoing heartbeats everything is opening its eyes shaking off dust and stretching wide open to the sun and hope for deep waters and cool moments between bursts of heat listen to your soul for it is imminent

love poem 2 by fae, literature

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love poem 2

6 NOVEMBER, 2006 through the branches I see the sky pieces of a broken blue between black lace fingers the voices of autumn speak to me, a primal hum felt in the thick silence it is the season of dying when the world is brass-colored, sinking into the great white of winter I feel the emptiness of the world vividly now when there is nothing left to feel the way I felt when you touched me, tracing the outline with your fingers as if you didn't believe I was real I wondered if you were, too when we kissed I was limitless, but there was nothing better then (there's nothing better now

another stab at love poetry by fae, literature

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another stab at love poetry

13 July, 2006 Sunlight filters golden through clouded glass and a cream-colored shower curtain - tonight, everything is touched by Midas This crack in time has been filled with a thousand secrets I will never tell, etched between head and heart lines as a new line, a code that will endure and change like stone. Your tiger eyes illuminated me, spoke to me of windy summer whispers and afternoon fingerprints left on the stars the night before... Because of those stolen minutes we shared I find myself craving the yellow moon But it is still evening

Ode to Saga and Atla by fae, literature

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Ode to Saga and Atla

2 March, 2006 Ode to Saga and Atla Pick at my skin, peeling away in layers like the bark of a tree to reveal a feminine soul, lying naked along the grain of the wood: Her eyes are old, a wise shade of green sparked with blue; she is an earth dragon born in a water sign with two fish and a poet's heart. This woman bathes in the mud with the frogs, caked and cracking open in the arms of the afternoon sun. Spider webs spread between slender fingers, a silk quilt, two lace gloves which catch falling

footprints - book title poem by fae, literature

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footprints - book title poem

13 DECEMBER, 2005 --book title poem-- Through the mists of Avalon we see ourselves, reflected in the pools of wisdom underneath ancient eyebrows orange like a setting sunrise, thick and bitter like ocean air We breathe in the memories we'll never remember wondering how many pairs of feet walked on this muddy shoreline, stepping out of wooden boats and into a new world So I dream about my ancestors and my neighbors' ancestors, holding their stories in my heart

From The Night, With Love by fae, literature

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From The Night, With Love

16 November, 2005 FROM THE NIGHT, WITH LOVE If the stars were cardboard cut-outs leftovers from broken refridgerator boxes, I would paint them yellow with the glow from your shadows, sprung free out of royal purpled and innocent white grayed with misuse. Those stars I would toss into the velvet sky, catching corners on the spiderwebs between wispy clouds and their reflection in the sea-foam halos between your sand-colored eyelashes would make or break my uni

untitled poem by fae, literature

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untitled poem

22 November, 2005 Inspired by a line from a poem in "Iraqi Poetry Today"; the line was "and left them at a low flicker". She would turn to my dad and say, in her best Aquarius voice, to "Take them, I can't deal with this anymore." She used to have a Princess Di hairdo, but never the martyr spirit, though she canonized herself everyday. Sometimes, four days would go by, my little sisters' noseprints smudged on the front window and I would dig up what maternal instinct I had at age eight and fix dinner. She would

untitled - cliche America poem by fae, literature

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untitled - cliche America poem

Amy Schroeder 22 August, 2005 Critique Piece When I was Three times Three refugees from a country across the sea crowding in tents on my television screen, one named A is for Alba is for Albania, everything was misunderstood in my brain, I had never heard of Kosovo before that moment I felt like that famous statue standing guard over New York Harbor: "Bring me your tired, your hungry, your poor" my little red white and blue heart felt the weight of the world pulling me down like insurgent bombs my patriotism probed action in me What is America? I woke up today with

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Hide by fae, literature

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Hide

Twisted black burning metal Warped from pain Wrought from some hellish illusion. Tighten the cage around me Superficial, materialistic cage. Hiding in the shadows So warm, so comforting I watch them. They see me, turn away from me The antisocial abomination To the family name. Slinking back into the darkness I hide from them. I hear that which they cannot See what they are blind to Hear what makes them deaf. Oh beautiful darkness Be myself.

Fake Friendship by fae, literature

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Fake Friendship

Careless catch-phrases Broken windows of my soul Rocks of angry words. Apparently I'm a Queen of the Universe Who knows all No longer Miss Understanding Like I could have sworn I was five minutes ago. Apparently I'm a Snob at first impression Stuck in my own I'm Always Right world What the hell did I say to her To make her think so wrong? I'm far from being royalty Pedestals are too much for me Crowns are too heavy and Who has ever heard Of a suicidal Princess of perfection? How long will it be Before I can convince her To step back and look at me As me, not as the first impression Even after four years?

Me vs My Family by fae, literature

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Me vs My Family

I always felt that I was different from my family. I can't really even describe how I always knew that, but I just have. I have two younger sisters, both who are athletic and popular in their grades, despite their efforts to deny it. I've always been.. sort of the black sheep of my family, very different from everyone except for my uncle, who's also a big music person, but that's the only similarity. I don't have a problem with being a black sheep.. it can just be awkward sometimes and a bit annoying. Anna, my second youngest sister, gets perfect grades, is a record-breaking swimmer, and a dancer. She doesn't have the body of a dancer though

Undeserving by fae, literature

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Undeserving

He's different than the others His smile makes me laugh His words are kind He looks at me for once Instead of past me. I know he's different than the others How, I'm not quite sure Something inside tells me To let him in To accept this is real. Alas, the last time caused Walls to be built Chains to be dragged Locks to be shut. I hope that he's different For another girl, one Who will let him in And not miss out. I'm afraid to say... That I might in fact love him Because of a looming Pending fear Of my words being twisted once again. Spare me the torture Of missing this boy in front of me The one that wasn't hard B

Indivualistic Wallflower by fae, literature

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Indivualistic Wallflower

I stand alone. They stand by and ignore me. Individual Weirdo Loner Friend Enemy Are the words that flash through their brains Will they choose me Or someone else Created to be accepted? I watch them walk by me. They don't offer one glance in my direction. Outcast Wallflower Nerd Unpopular Invisible Are the words that flash through my brain As they walk past me - more like through me What did I do? This is me The me that is real The individual wallflower Who's an outcast friend. I wonder how long Opposites will attract?

Exposure by fae, literature

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Exposure

You are like My best friend Yet you are a stranger You are someone I used to know But no more; Only existing in photo albums. Isit just me Or is it dark in here? I see you In the mirror But you cannot be me You are just like My shadow Following me everywhere. You are me Is it just me Or is it cold in here? My face Is your face My dreams Are also youre We are one and the same We are one. I see your real self Is it just me Or is this much too real?

Cower by fae, literature

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Cower

A fear inside me Grows rapidly Making the room dark and whirling around me Even though I'm standing still And my eyes are shut tightly As if Closing my eyes tightly enough Will shut out the pain And squeeze the life from its lungs. I look around Breathing, frightened And I move in slow motion But the world and its sounds Are in fast-forward. Is this a dream? Will I suddenly open my eyes Awake in my bed Covered in a cold swear, tears flowing Only to discover This is but a nightmare? The walls are closing in on me I am screaming at the top of my lungs In a room of people But the cannot hear me cry I am frozen in an icy

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Deviant for 21 years
She / Her

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Current Residence: Lakewood, Colorado; college in Fort Collins
Favourite genre of music: I listen to a lot of everything except gansta rap and manufactured pop
MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen Microphoto
Wallpaper of choice: I prefer paint to wallpaper.
Favourite cartoon character: Daria... can't go wrong with Daria.
Personal Quote: "I will not grow up. You cannot make me." - Peter Pan

Favourite Movies

I could never pick a favorite!

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Right now: Enigma, A Perfect Circle, and Kan'Nal

Favourite Writers

...too many to even touch on this one...

Favourite Games

MYST IV: Revelations or the Constantine game on XBOX

Favourite Gaming Platform

XBOX or PC

Tools of the Trade

pen, journal, the world... but it varies depending on my mood

Other Interests

History, writing, music, renaissance festivals, being outside, bellydancing, etc

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fae

Sep 26, 2008

MOVING TO A NEW PAGE

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Hey all. My new DevART page is achromaticsea ... please add me there instead! I just got tired of reading all of my old crappy poetry from seven years ago and decided it was time to start over on a clean slate. Maybe I'll actually write stuff again and post it... you never know!! - Amy

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fae

Sep 25, 2008

Just an update

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Started my third year of college in August... woo for me. My classes are killing me already but meh... after this upcoming semester, I'll be  halfway done - I'm planning on graduating in five years instead of just four because yeah, that'll give me enough time to get my GPA up to where it needs to be to apply for the post-BA teaching licensure program up here at CSU. Picked up an anthropology minor to add to my history major. Other than school, I'm still doing tribal-style belly dance with Bohemian Caravan and loving every second of it. Getting involved with Planned Parenthood more and more because of the election. It's the first time in PP

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fae

Jan 1, 2008

New Year's Eve 2007

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Good gods, I can't believe 2007 is actually over. What a weird year it's been. I've: -finished my freshman year of college -started my sophomore year of college -gotten a new cousin to add to the roster -witnessed someone get possessed and helped them get un-possessed -officially ended, beyond all shadow of a doubt, the first relationship I was ever in, after a year and a half of on-and-off dating -fought with my parents so badly I didn't speak to either for almost a month -realized how much I love who I am -was prayed for by 5 Christians while handing out condoms on the CSU plaza for Planned Parenthood -wrote a paper about the Eve/

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xFae

Jun 17, 2021

i wanted this name qqqqqqqqqqq

Thank you

Thanks! We'll hopefully be bringing him up there the weekend of the 27th, I don't really want to come the last weekend- I'm sure it will be nuts.

You can see how cute he is in person

fallchildphotography

Jul 16, 2008

Thanks hun, it was so good to hear from you!

Are you working Ren Fest again this year?

fae

Jul 17, 2008

You bet I am! Same spot, up at the pub next to the Puke and Snot show, hahaha.

I can't get over how cute yer kid is!

MysteryOfTheNight

Jun 24, 2008

You go to DSA? I'm trying to get in... I think it's too late though. Hey, how hard is the competition? I have a friend who made it into vocals, though I want to go for fine art...geh!!! Sorry I'm spazzmitistic...

fallchildphotography

Jun 11, 2008

Thanks for the comments, I just got a new camera and I'm taking so many freakin pictures of this little one.

Are you working Ren Fest this year? We're planning on bringing the baby