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About Me Member Wannabe Novelist ashellessmindMale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 4 Years
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Upon Attending a Reading at...THE POET drives his words, whip cords which tear  into the shelter where my soul should rest.  But like a finch lifting up from her nest  my soul flitted off, ceding from home's care.  Outside, a mallard swims in the chilled air,  sifting through algae, circling the pond's chest,  chasing an insect on a ripple's crest.  She listens for the south winds, unaware  of the rustling poet's spirit rising,  finding its refuge in the room above.  These two creators offer to impart  a soothing balm on me. Each is singing.  One, with his charged verse, opens me to love.  The other plunges Upon Attending a Reading at...
by ~ashellessmind
Forgiveness SongWhat in the world are we doing  on this dark red rock, on our own?  Hasn't a guide been given  to show us the road?  One appeared a long time ago  who led a straight and narrow path,  and so all of us who prefer to wind  have been passed.  
 
What in the world are we doing  
with all of our excess time?  
We claim to have too little of it  and yet I rarely use mine  
upon anyone else's needs.  I make constant offerings to greed:  if I winded past a wounded dove  I would probably allow it to bleed.   
What in the world will I do  when the world has u Forgiveness Song
by ~ashellessmind
BlossomingAn allure: a hint of Laurel  in an eastbound breeze. A wish:  to be whisked  
away. Blossoming
by ~ashellessmind
EveSplit  like an atom  
launching from its branch  into the muddy autumn.   
The fruit divulges:   
her hips ripen  with sin.   
Earth worries his grass skirt  dirt working deep  
into citrus flesh; it cannot be  rubbed clean, and so it must be  forgiven. Eve
by ~ashellessmind
Browse Gallery

possibly a beginning

Fri Aug 7, 2009, 12:43 AM
When Kyle Wilkerson fell from the sky, no one noticed. He laid in the dirt for over a day, just sucking on his thumb, hungry. But think about it: a limp sack of blood, cartilage, organs, still forming bones, all spills from a woman's vagina... it's screaming like it is the end of all things... a man in sterilized white cuts the thick chord that links the mother's soul to her child. What is normal about that? So when you think about all the mess of birth, what happened with Kyle doesn't look as strange. Yelping, you clawed your way out of the Darwinian swimming pool; Kyle quietly landed among rows of sheathed corn in Iowa. So we gave you the attention you demanded, and left Kyle to the care of the crows in the field.

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What do you think? Good or no?

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I joined DA in 2005. I don't like most of the changes that the site has made. I write prose, fiction and biography, as well as poetry.

Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Michigan, Calvin College
  • Interests: Reading, Writing, Singing, Learning Guitar
  • Favourite movie: I Heart Huckabees
  • Favourite band or musician: Okkervil River, The Eels, Cloud Cult, Cake, Bright Eyes
  • Favourite artist: I like the Romantic period artists.
  • Favourite poet or writer: Dylan Thomas
  • Favourite game: POKEMON SNAP
  • Favourite gaming platform: Emulator
  • Tools of the Trade: Mind, Computer, Voice, Guitar

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~Beaple Oct 5, 2009, 10:01:32 PM
I don't understand at what point "supportive artistic community" came to mean "mutual masturbation."

Artists who do not want to be criticized need not make art - for what is art but the artists' criticism of others?

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You're no scarlet prim proper rose
Sing me your pretty prose
Lips pressed nose to nose
Legs entwined with twenty toes.
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~ashellessmind Oct 7, 2009, 6:47:08 PM
well you're on the wrong website for criticism.

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Harmonize your inward and your outward life, and you soul will know no bounds of joy.
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~Beaple Oct 7, 2009, 7:34:49 PM
I guess so. It's just a shame that what seems to be one of the largest artistic communities online is also the most self-loving.

It undermines any praise.

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You're no scarlet prim proper rose
Sing me your pretty prose
Lips pressed nose to nose
Legs entwined with twenty toes.
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*b1gfan Sep 26, 2009, 11:31:59 PM
Dude - my buddy - my fine fine friend. Thank you for the DD recommendation. :highfive: How can I possibly thank you? That is beyond kind. :manhug:
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~ashellessmind Sep 28, 2009, 7:11:47 PM
oh hey no problem. I did that a while ago I didn't think anything would happen with it.

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Harmonize your inward and your outward life, and you soul will know no bounds of joy.
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~Beaple Sep 9, 2009, 6:18:10 PM
Come tell me I suck or something.

I'm bored.

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You're no scarlet prim proper rose
Sing me your pretty prose
Lips pressed nose to nose
Legs entwined with twenty toes.
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*YouInventedMe Jul 29, 2009, 12:42:50 PM
congrats on the dd, my friend.

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I am a poetry admin for =DailyLitDeviations.
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~ashellessmind Jul 29, 2009, 1:20:18 PM
Thank you.

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Harmonize your inward and your outward life, and you soul will know no bounds of joy.
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=mode-de-vie Jul 29, 2009, 4:57:35 AM
Congratulations on your Daily Deviation! :) I've placed a link to it in the sidebar of my journal page.

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Founder of =Inked-Page | Staff for *100ThemesChallenge, *ProsePlease | Lit Critic at *devCRIT
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~ashellessmind Jul 29, 2009, 9:02:59 AM
Erm, okay? Thank you.

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Harmonize your inward and your outward life, and you soul will know no bounds of joy.
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