Dreaming-Wordsmith

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Iridescent by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Iridescent

She chased soap bubbles, iridescent and shining and skin-fragile on the wind, forgetting they could pop because that's how the world works, with lines and rules and boxes for beautifully organic natures lacking the courage to defy the endless clanking of conventionality. Freedom forgot that it had wings, because it stopped to play too long and ceased to remember the game, strayed too far to let go and run from a self-imposed limitation. She watched soap bubbles as they took on an ocean of sky, thinking maybe there was a middle road, a way to watch the iridescence and cup it in her eyes without crying over broken beauty.

Blue Eyes Full of Dreams by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Blue Eyes Full of Dreams

She was so beautiful, pale face and gold spun strands blowing in the breeze, and blue eyes full of dreams. She wore the spring like she wore her crown, daisies and rain playing with her laughter on the wind, shy smile and blue eyes full of dreams. She sat on her velvet throne, divine right to captivity, shackled by generations and decrees, and blue eyes full of dreams. Dressed up like a doll and talked to like a child, Beauty and birth became a false Identity, until no one saw blue eyes full of dreams Soul wondered lost and searching for a voice an books and words and empty paper, Art and music dancing while no one

Just Behind the Eyes by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Just Behind the Eyes

I painted my own skin, layer after layer of colors and neon reflections that drew the eye, because I forgot no one looks at the bricks of Time Square buildings among all the man-made stars. Each day I stepped into a shell, a protective covering for the questions behind my eyes about what it was I was supposed to show the world that day, a scriptless actor too afraid to improvise, molding to the glares of ticketholders and children half asleep. Bound as the artist who cannot satiate the universal Hunger to reach out and touch the sky or the moon or something shining and reflective because the hand trembles at the whis

Unwritten by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Unwritten

I wonder what happens to all those unwritten words that gather like dew in the corners of spider's webs, that somehow never quite make it into the inkpot or the lead, but that can't be forgotten, like the ghost of a bell on a long-lost winter's night. Perhaps they lie in the alleys and backways of old circus tents, among the shambles of painted faces and colored balls and bespoiled hay, trying to soak up long bleached colors and the remnants of glory days that no one really remembers, like the exact color of summer fireworks. Or perhaps each lost little scrap settles in a heart, one of many scattered in the junkyard of i

Shedding Skin by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Shedding Skin

I forget the last time I felt at home in my own skin, because I was waiting for pieces of the night sky to come raining down, and cloak me in an invisible beginning. One where stars would dance at the tips of my fingers, and light would come pouring through my eyes in the wake of tears, until I became something unseen and beautiful, like a miracle or a dream someone had left lying by the wayside.

Siderophobia by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Siderophobia

I used to write wishes on the backs of cookie-fortunes, and carry them in pockets and jars, believing in them so much that it hurt when one day I lost them because the wind blew them all away. I hate to remember birthday candles and dandelions, because I've forgotten about the girl who believes in miracles. She got lost somewhere along the way when she put out her own fire that burned too bright for other people's eyes. I've decided to go searching because I know I'll find her running from shooting stars, tears of the moon she's trying to catch. I'll pick a pocketful of dandelions and tuck away a box of matches,

Unless by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Unless

Life is like an Indian Summer, a rosy contradiction like champagne in paper cups, or the words of those who say "follow your dreams", insincere syllables like "once upon a time" or "forever young" that wilt and die outside the realm of stories or poems. Because in this world where coins rust in wishing wells and shooting stars are ice and rock and dandelions seeds spawn weeds, wishes and dreams strike the great chord-that-never-was, but for the one heart that whispers softly, the chink in the Unchanging… "Unless"

Hide and Seek by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Hide and Seek

Life is a game of hide and seek, a big backyard examined by wide, fresh eyes, searching intently for a concealed mystery. Senses hum to pick up the phantom sounds of gentle breathing, perhaps not more solid than a ghostly dream. Around one tree, then the next, despairing at empty, suddenly barren stretches of fresh green, yes, perhaps nothing more than a ghostly dream. Breath catches at the sight of faded blue, a wonderful revelation of hard-won discovery, in which the ghostly dream gently solidifies anew.

Almost a Fairytale by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Almost a Fairytale

I used more stars and special hours of the night wishing for a fairytale than I care to count. (Is it a fool's errand to wish on a dream?) I gathered silk and chiffon, leaving faded lipstick on evening gloves, an array that suggested I had somewhere to go. (I laughed when you whispered of castles.) I fingered a faded brass heart, warm in my hand even though it didn't shine. (It'd turn to gold if it weren't missing you.) I let my mind wander into your dark eyes and formal words, ever the modern day prince, a Jane Austen gentleman in blue jeans. (Your princess is still waiting across the sea.) We both know the glass shoe

Glass Bones by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Glass Bones

You took away my sun-spotted umbrella and tore it open, so I guess you thought that if your personal storm suddenly had to rain on me it would stop. And when you shoved me into the turbulent waters of your mind, you walked away without a backward glance, wondering whether I would still be there whenever you came back. When the flame in your eyes went out, they still dripped hot wax that hardened into bitter puddles, cloaking your skin and glass bones that always seemed to be broken. You used to speak of future dreams and present hope, and you remembered to look at the sky. Then gathering clouds rained poison in your words, a

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Iridescent by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Just Behind the Eyes by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Unwritten by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Unwritten

Shedding Skin by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Shedding Skin

Siderophobia by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Siderophobia

Unless by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Unless

Hide and Seek by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Hide and Seek

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Almost a Fairytale

Glass Bones by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Fading All My Colors by Dreaming-Wordsmith, literature

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Fading All My Colors

Oceans of silence tear the stars, looking for a dream, a spark to hold in the nameless gray mass of anonymity. (I never could get you to see me. ) Wings of hope, feathers darkening to the color of a desperate wish, beat the air, fluttering, tattooing the tempo of the heart. (I guess you didn't hear mine breaking.) The dove cries out in tuneless song, a sound without a name, lasting far too long. The wind it blows, and goes nowhere. Without the stars, the moon despairs. (I'm lost here in the dark.) Beauty sours with sorrow's touch, The fire dies, but the embers burn, long after they should have gone cold. Ghostly smoke tw

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About Dreaming-Wordsmith

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Sep 6
United States
Deviant for 15 years
She / Her

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Favourite genre of music: Everything!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Favourite photographer: My sister
MP3 player of choice: Sansa MP3
Favourite cartoon character: Aang and all the Avatar peeps

Favourite Visual Artist

Leonardo DaVinci! (and my sister)

Favourite Movies

The Illusionist

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Coldplay, U2, Nickleback, The Fray, Phil Collins

Favourite Writers

Karla Kuskin

Favourite Games

Yahtzee

Favourite Gaming Platform

Fantasy, Role Playing

Tools of the Trade

Pencil, pen, notebook, my imagination and inspiration

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Poetry, music, marine biology

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Dreaming-Wordsmith

Aug 10, 2012

Tagged!!

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Tagged by ~TastyBoneSnacks (https://www.deviantart.com/tastybonesnacks) Rules! #1 you must post rules #2 each person must post 5 things about themselves in there journal. #3  Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create eleven new questions for the people you tag to answer. #4 You have to choose 11 people to tag and post their icons on your journal. #5 Go to their page and tell them you have tagged them. Five Facts 1. My favorite colors are cooler-aqua is probably my favorite, any sort of variation on aqua or turquoise or blue green, but I really love purples as well. 2. I can juggle 3. I have written an (unpublished) novel (of questionable q

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Dreaming-Wordsmith

Feb 5, 2011

Special

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When someone can make you smile thousands of miles away, that's special. That's love. ~bigheartplz (https://www.deviantart.com/bigheartplz)

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Dreaming-Wordsmith

Oct 31, 2010

Ghost of an Idea

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Hey all you awesome writers, artists, and others who have a yearning to share beauty with the online world, how are you? It's been so long since I updated my journal, and now really isn't the best time for me to be doing this, since I have one hundred other things I should be doing. Oh well, too bad. SO much crazy stuff has happened since my last journal that I could write about forever. However, there are three important things I need to say in this particular journal, two which I will just mention and the third which I will proceed to rant about. 1. This year I had the amazing opportunity to become the new drum major of our band! I work wi

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Dinru

Jul 11, 2013

I've been inactive here for a long time. I came back and saw the stack of comments you left on my profile and just started crying. A poing for you, dear Wordy :') We have much to catch up on!

Dreaming-Wordsmith

Jul 11, 2013

SQUEE Seeing this comment from you made my day! I've actually been inactive for a while as well but I've still thought about you from time to time. I would LOVE to catch up. How have you been? I feel like it's been SO LONG SO MUCH STUFF HAS HAPPENED both wonderful and terrible and just LIFE. HIII

Dinru

Jul 29, 2013

IM STILL SO INACTIVE IM SORRY but yeah, so much life! so sok so so so much life and I've been all over the place and i'm going to COLLEGE and i have new FANDOMS and and and and how are you and and aaa by the way, i'm way more active over on tumblr! (my url is roxyru)

Dreaming-Wordsmith

Jul 30, 2013

I found you on Tumblr!

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Jun 29, 2013

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Dreaming-Wordsmith

Jun 30, 2013

HI HI HI I loved meeting you today

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Jun 30, 2013

Hai!! <3 you all are sooo sweet im so glad we met!!