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Paper-thin Procrastination Tactics by PigeonSimba, literature

Experiment With Japanese Form by PigeonSimba, literature

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Experiment With Japanese Form

Your words are like song Lyrics to my heart, Which beats to the rhythm of Measures sweet, but stutters oft. Staggered or not, shall we dance? --- The days crawl snakelike Through the months. I freeze, Feeling the chill of weary Mornings melting into nights. How long till the winter thaw? --- Bees have their flowers, Birds each have a mate, Every silver school of fish Has its coral home; but why Am I, higher being, lone? --- I can't see my hand In front of my face, But I can see you. What tricks Were employed to make this so? Witchcraft, indeed, with no cure.

Hummingbird Heart by PigeonSimba, literature

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Hummingbird Heart

Whir of a bird, weightless thing, Plucking away on scissor wings, Suspended beauty, quivering and sleek, You fly to each flower, and plant a peck on each cheek. Propeller seed pollinator, Is your heart likewise like a drum? Do your wings beat in time? Is it your blood that we hear hum? Wayward bird, What is all your flower-hopping for? Are your affections so fleeting, Or are you hoping to find more? Summertime sweetheart, Although I hope you'll give me a try, I fear your kiss will be not a lover's hello, But a one-time's goodbye.

College by PigeonSimba, literature

What Is Samantha? by PigeonSimba, literature

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What Is Samantha?

Samantha has a small slim body, sleek with gold And tufts of white, and two sets of whiskers, Ivory, not unlike those of catfish, And yet she loathes the water, Her button nose twitching with distain When flicked or splashed, or pressed So that the thin lids close on Two murky brown pools. Is old but persists in denying it With each hop and skip About the house; Boundless energy in every bound And bound to be there when you need her the most. A friend who fears no one And nothing but the 'no' that signals she has done wrong. A beast whose daily occupation And eternal goal is to steal, And so skilled is she at the this thie

One Giant Leap by PigeonSimba, literature

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One Giant Leap

I'm sitting on my new bed, Staring at the craters in the walls, And wondering why the disk Above my head casts such a hollow radiance over the room. I should be doing my homework, but My thoughts drift toward the window And the strangers roaming the mottled Green unknown, beyond it. The realization that I am now just a speck of matter floating Through a foreign space is something I hadn't fully prepared myself for. There's this curious sensation Of emptiness about it, As if I've been sucked into a black hole And spat into cold darkness. I remember the endless hours I put into that game. That stupid farming game I didn't eve

Brush Fires of the Soul by PigeonSimba, literature

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Brush Fires of the Soul

A notebook of stale air and grass stains brings back memories of carelessness and youth. My heart careens in its cage of cartilage and bone, beating, bleeding, against the door of its prison. It screams: Let it out! But its captor sucks in a deep breath and it gurgles, silenced by parallel pressures. The tide of air, ebbing and flowing, seems to rasp: Not yet – in Not now – out Before it washes over a shoal of diluted memories and retreats in ripples. Shivering and aching. The brain receives this desperate seizure, perceives the flush of fire through every limb, climbing its way up. Up the throat; pooling in the c

Names Will Never Hurt Me by PigeonSimba, literature

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Names Will Never Hurt Me

Time can heal the most broken of bones, But harsh words are hard to ignore. I'd take my chances with sticks and stones. A cracked skull is gotten over after a couple of groans, But a shattered mind is hard to restore. Time can heal the most broken of bones. Pure souls can be crushed by what another intones, Never to return to how they were before. I'd take my chances with sticks and stones. Psychological damage leaves too many unknowns, Bruises you can see, you can feel if you're sore. Time can heal the most broken of bones. It's easier to fight faced with tangible foes: Words taint like poison and make the target unsure. I'd t

Enamel Emptiness by PigeonSimba, literature

Well of Emotion by PigeonSimba, literature

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Well of Emotion

I am a well of stone, Cold and wet in the darkness. But I could be more. Maybe a geode, Beautiful quartz, or fool's gold. You must look and see. I am a well of light. I capture sun rays and shine. Bubbling with warmth, I collect moonbeams, Reflecting stars in your eyes. I borrow brilliance. I am a well of cool. Soothing your sore throat and limbs. I will clear your mind. I'll always be there, Healing, reserved, and all yours. I fill you with calm. I am a well of work. If you thirst, whatever for, I will try my best. I'll empty buckets Of blood, sweat, and tears for you To keep you going. I am a well of good. Filled to

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Paper-thin Procrastination Tactics by PigeonSimba, literature

Experiment With Japanese Form by PigeonSimba, literature

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Experiment With Japanese Form

Hummingbird Heart by PigeonSimba, literature

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Hummingbird Heart

College by PigeonSimba, literature

What Is Samantha? by PigeonSimba, literature

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What Is Samantha?

One Giant Leap by PigeonSimba, literature

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One Giant Leap

Brush Fires of the Soul by PigeonSimba, literature

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Brush Fires of the Soul

Names Will Never Hurt Me by PigeonSimba, literature

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Names Will Never Hurt Me

Enamel Emptiness by PigeonSimba, literature

Well of Emotion by PigeonSimba, literature

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Well of Emotion

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Those in Glass Houses Will Always Fall Short by intricately-ordinary, literature

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Those in Glass Houses Will Always Fall Short

His knees were practically built for bending, his heart sounded of waves set to succumb His lackluster soul required mending from heroes who didn't exist, or come. Time goes quicker if you've nowhere to run- days blaze like falling stars, burning new years So he'd use sleep to forget what he'd done (rough living when waking's your biggest fear) He grew so used to folding for his peers- his bones turned to rubber, his mind grew dull the change was seamless, he couldn't draw tears his insides were deserts- deserted, cold. Thank goodness his fragile heart did turn fake; when you're made of glass, you are built to break.

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Indulgence by Poetrymann, literature

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Indulgence

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.) Sage advice to heed in youth - Excess, a drug we justify. And indulgence is better than the truth - Drink and dance and laugh and lie. So choose your partners without care; Keep your scruples lean and few. Temptation wanders everywhere - Love the reeling midnight through. Drink and revel one last time; Seek out pleasure where it hides. Restraint's an over-rated crime - For tomorrow we shall die! And in the dawn of pain's regret With heads aflame and clothes askew, We may promise to repent (But, alas, w

Beautiful Hearts by brookeart, literature

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Beautiful Hearts

When I was a girl I drew hearts on notebook paper. Big, small, red, pink. Bold, frail, fancy and plain. They covered pages And I dreamed of love. When I got older, those hearts, They took the shape of your name. I saw you in passing, Dreaming of ways to catch your Glance. Nothing was more beautiful to me Than those chocolate eyes. I dreamed and dreamed, Imagining you and me together, Picnicking under a lighthearted dusk, Sipping on conversation And filling up on laughter. Eventually, My doodles became my reality And I unveiled to you my collage of hearts. You held it with such tenderness, And the heart in my

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Artist // Student // Literature

Mar 18
United States
Deviant for 16 years
She / Her

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Current Residence: I fade in and out periodically
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: Conch?
Wallpaper of choice: Doctor Hoo
Skin of choice: Blue
Personal Quote: "Shut up no one likes you."

Favourite Visual Artist

My sister and my friend, so artists

Favourite Movies

Pride and Prejudice, The Princess Bride, Tangled

Favourite TV Shows

Merlin, Doctor Who, Avatar: The Last Airbender, FMA, Sherlock

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Fleet Foxes, Imogen Heap, Regina Spektor, Ingrid Michaelson, The Bird and the Bee

Favourite Books

Artemis Fowl, Watership Down, The Giver

Favourite Writers

Eoin Colfer, Wordsworth

Favourite Games

Phoenix Wright, Animal Crossing, Portal

Favourite Gaming Platform

Tools of the Trade

A pen and a dictionary made especially to translate my many mannerisms

Other Interests

Anime, writing, watching things with family and friends, reading, music

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PigeonSimba

Sep 8, 2011

Whoa.

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College is college is college, And I have a lot of papers to do.

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PigeonSimba

Sep 9, 2010

I Like This, 10 Facts

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I got this from Doodlezfreaky (https://www.deviantart.com/doodlezfreaky) Go to this http://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?http://blog.esaba.com/projects/facts/index.php and put in your deviant name and gender and generate random facts about yourself. Pret-ty entertaining. It's, like, Chuck Norris, but with your name. 1. PigeonSimba has volunteered to remain on earth after the Rapture; she will spend her time fighting the Anti-Christ. 2. PigeonSimba will never have a heart attack. Her heart isn't nearly foolish enough to attack her. 3. PigeonSimba got a perfect score on her SAT's, simply by writing PigeonSimba for every answer. 4. PigeonSimba has a deep and abiding respect

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PigeonSimba

Sep 1, 2010

Writing About Nothing

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School is coming and I'm miserable for it. I haven't even finished reading/doing my summer reading assignments, which in my opinion are totally worthless. Really, who wants to spend their time reading books and writing papers in the summer? It's vacation. But whatever. My field hockey team had it's first scrimmage today and we won and there was much rejoicing: Yay! I'm glad for that since I was worried that I started at defense. I think I played alright. But there are things I need to improve on, like my timing. But we have practice tomorrow for three and a half hours, so I'm sure there will be plenty of time to work on that. =.= I love my