LaSeriousa

I'm not so sure yet.

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Spring Flowers on the Rise by LaSeriousa, literature

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Spring Flowers on the Rise

I'm falling for you in the worst sense. Taking a fall for my weaknesses while Velocity rips my molecules apart and The chill--perverse--of rushing air numbs my skin. Turns it to tingling pinpricks, iced and Rubbed to a rug burn sting. I can't stand for the weight of the air I can't breathe for its thickness I can't swallow;it's too dry up this high, And the whole world's a--nauseous--kaleidoscope night. I'm doing nosedives and back-flips through Infrared oceans, the whole house rocking Beneath my sea legs shaking, like anew Fawn trips--betrayed--up the green hills of youth Spring flowers on the rise--corrupt--spreading so Ala

Mortality by LaSeriousa, literature

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Mortality

Stop and see this proud old building Of bricks with edges fading Where vivid ghosts greet age old hosts As ladies, glowing, are spinning. The jolting clink of crystal rings, And laughter froths across the floor, To rise with patterned strains of strings And the heartbeat of couples dancing. The boys stand starched with pride and care, The women winning smiles are flashing That float and light the thick night air Like sunshine dripping here and there. With clockwork step and silken dress They march in dizzy circles, That find them less in dawn's caress As it catches in your tresses. Hopes they burst in champagne bubbles, And

Silver Linings by LaSeriousa, literature

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Silver Linings

This is me coming out to you, Because all the guilt and the shame that I expected to rest against breasts and Bead up on girls' lips Was just my own muddled paranoia. So I can stand in front of you Tell you what it is that I've been thinking, Watch congratulations billow And your eyes widen just a little, And I can feel the real relief As the little ghosts of guilt and shame Never show themselves at all. Because I wear the armor, And I hold the sword, And in the honest morning light Which glitters on my silver breastplate And dances on my hair, I know I'll never need a man to hold me. And in the softly falling midnight Wi

Simple Hope by LaSeriousa, literature

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Simple Hope

In another universe, We could have fallen in love. One where I took risks, and Dove head-first into the sea. One where skies were not so Humble-hued (blues and peaches) And seas not such a grumbling grey. One where birds sang arias and Clouds, red-tipped, red-lipped, Refused to shed a tear. In another universe, We could have fallen in love. One where you were less, and I was more. Where slender waists and Hair like golden fields Were commonly found, And musical sensibility Echoed through the winds. But here is me, Time-lapse photography of coastal weather, Rough and tumble, blue skies versus Swollen grey cloud-sta

A Giant's Wanderlust by LaSeriousa, literature

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A Giant's Wanderlust

Dark, dark was the night, As he picked the stars to hold in his pocket, Scent of cherry tobacco, And lost petty lovers, hovers, Quivers, on the threshold of his mind As he picks his way through time In the fields And through the grapevines, Picking at the stars. With silent steps he held the line, Closing in on the ends of the earth, And everywhere he went with his mind Was burned, lost in the light of day. Dancing, spinning, ladies weave Over his kaleidoscope eyes, Pluck at furrowed brows with Moonlight slender fingers, Starlight shining from diamond rings. His step kept the beat As they pulled his hands, To hold the w

Catching Breath by LaSeriousa, literature

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Catching Breath

In the grass, And the pummeling rain, And the cold tugging at your toes. Stop, lay down. Close your eyes to the steel grey skies, And forget your mother's voice. Now breathe in, Pull your entire body into the breath. Feel it filter through your bones As your heart begins to drown. Don't dream of golden fireplaces, Don't get jealous Of the warmth of another, Remember the beauty of stone, Pressed and rigid, Never fickle, never false, Your clothes will melt into your skin, Your hair grows into leaves of grass, And your eyes stay closed. Now breathe out, Remember the way you Never told the world how you loved it, Throu

Tip-Toes and Cotton Sheets by LaSeriousa, literature

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Tip-Toes and Cotton Sheets

This is the gold and the red, Of sunrise, Glowing through the clouds, Finding truths to slip, Gossamer threads, Through our flushed lips. Sunrise painting my skin. And a split second of beauty. A distilled tumbler-full. Just enough To get us Drunk on hope And flush our lips. Tears in my eyes slide Down fluttering lashes To melt into your skin, A crystal of me On you, Stretching, glowing, mighty, A contented tiger, Absolutely, gloriously, Lean, bathed in modesty, But with no way to hide Honest beauty. And I can't help but stare, Drunk. Fallibility in form, Imperfect, But comfort, God's canvas, Bleached-bo

The Last Time She Ever Fell by LaSeriousa, literature

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The Last Time She Ever Fell

The first time she ever fell in love. He was the beauty and passion Of hunting lions' tango. Then that voice over the telephone, Yes, hello, they had been together, Yes, they had. Through the softness of the dial tone, Slick against her ear, She saw it, how it must have been, Could have been. But it didn't really matter now, No, what was, is, could have been. Pictures, in her mind, Were blooming, Sultry curlicues of cigarette smoke. Her knuckles white on the receiver. And the softness of the dial tone… Some chance meeting, green grass, His smile, luxurious smooth body, A smile back, their eyes, no familiarity, Bre

Courage by LaSeriousa, literature

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Courage

I was conceived in anger, To the beat of my mother's cries, Pain, violence, power, Condensed, Refined, Percolated through the film of Love and human contact. My father, the Lionheart, The Terrible, The King, Lord Protector, destroying; Ripping silent pools-- My mother's eyes, Deep brown-- With lightening strikes. And she with shame Slumped cynical, betrayed-- Stopped. Looked. Cried. Stopped. Looked-- Sealed blue lips tight, Eyes deathly still, No ripples on the water, And she suspended underneath, Breathe in, breathe out, No voice now left to fail her-- And alone with me sank from this world, I was conceived in a

Moonstruck by LaSeriousa, literature

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Moonstruck

It's dangerous to imagine; A phantom dear one. Dark hair, warm lips, Slender grace Held together by the vague, Shimmering ideal of beauty. Stopping every half-thought-- That I could mix my Humble tears With your scent. You could hold me, Moonstruck, As we lost ourselves Between ourselves, Lost the bounds of Grass, stars, and elbows. You could give me Half-smiles, And I a giggle back, And play at discovering The shape of each other. Flesh, Bone, Push and pull and tumble over-- It's dangerous to imagine, As legs and feet beat Down the pavement, Perfection and need-- Though sometimes I accept Kisses from the wind,

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Spring Flowers on the Rise by LaSeriousa, literature

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Silver Linings by LaSeriousa, literature

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Silver Linings

Simple Hope by LaSeriousa, literature

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Simple Hope

A Giant's Wanderlust by LaSeriousa, literature

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A Giant's Wanderlust

Catching Breath by LaSeriousa, literature

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Catching Breath

Tip-Toes and Cotton Sheets by LaSeriousa, literature

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Tip-Toes and Cotton Sheets

The Last Time She Ever Fell by LaSeriousa, literature

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The Last Time She Ever Fell

Courage by LaSeriousa, literature

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Courage

Moonstruck by LaSeriousa, literature

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Moonstruck

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Oct 21
United States
Deviant for 13 years
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I'm fourteen, and lived in Port Orford, Oregon for the beginning of my life. I love depressing books and happy movies. I like winning, and I keep fighting even when I know I'm wrong. I try to see beauty in everything, and work to be the best I can.

Current Residence: Ukiah, Ca
Favourite genre of music: Either Alternative Rock, Baroque Pop, or World Electronica, depending on my mood.
Favourite style of art: Realism, Photography
Operating System: Windows 7
Wallpaper of choice: For my room, none. For my computer, gold and orange somethings that are cool on black.

Favourite Movies

Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog

Favourite Writers

Jenny Peterman

Favourite Games

This one game that my grandparents have. It's one of those build your nation war type games.

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LaSeriousa

Sep 23, 2011

Well, Hi.

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Yesterday and today. They have been rather stressful, and I am rather angry at and worried about one of my friends. But it will be okay. :) Wish us luck, and I'll believe in you back.

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LaSeriousa

Jan 2, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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Format: Dear (name), I ____ you. You have a nice ______. You make me _______. You should _______. Someday, I will ______. You + me = ________. If I saw you now, I'd __________. I want to ________ you. I would build a _______ just for you. If I could sing you any song it would be _________. We could __________ under the stars. Love, _____________ Dear Maegan, I miss you. You have a nice face. You make me feel silly. You should smile, if you want to. Someday, I will give you awesomeness. You + me = buddybuds. If I saw you now, I'd give you a really big hug, and hit my face on your shoulder. I want to hang out with you. I

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LaSeriousa

Jan 2, 2011

That Tomato Kind of Sucked

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Yeah. I just at a Roma tomato, and I was dissatisfied by it. But it's okay. I wanted a tomato. I really want to write. Really bad. I have this underlying feeling of stagnancy that tells me I want to write, but I don't really have any inspiration. I have a bit, but it's a bit too abstract and obscure, and I don't really have a direction I want to take it and all in all it's just not optimal. But I did fix my flower language on Rumpled Memories so that the flower actually symbolizes betrayal, so that's fun. Happy New Years! I saw the Dresden Dolls live last night at the Warfield. Beautiful venue. Some lady from across the asle moved next to u