christania7

christina hill.

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fresh by christania7, literature

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fresh

shake me up and weigh me down strip me of these heavy gowns bathe my feet in honeyed oils save me from my rotten spoils down the road my steps have taken me dirt and stone taken the place of bone the setting sun has opened my eyes to see as the world in darkness is a place of drones my mind is clear, the shackles gone enlightened anew, imagination spawned mine is a journey now fresh and clean to a path few others can say they've seen

arise by christania7, literature

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arise

dark winds, a rush of steel clouds, a downpour of acid tears- and a flower in the midst. howls roar over it cowering, wilting under the strain of a million little needles- all prickling its sweetest depths. the softness- its unblossomed courage, stricken down, bleeding in a chaos of hurts. confusion wracks it- innocence won't allow it to accept the lies it must live with. an infected symphony starts to play, its poisoned melody creeping into the drooping stem, corsing through its once nourishing veins. the roots begin the inevitable rot. a stench arises- polluting the air with a greater evil still. the darkness deepens. a

the spider by christania7, literature

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the spider

spider tangled up in your own web of lies the flies swarm to taunt you- master of your own demise. fool in the darkness of your seething belly, put on that false, crooked smile now, let the fraying strings lick you on the wind. cry your hissing laughter- a mockery of true joy; dew drops mingle with spit as you splutter curses of hatred. caged in your own torture device- and there are holes in your bones. the icy wind sings through them as the flies' swarm grows larger. to the west the sun rises on this day of irony and as a gray dawn envelopes the world, the eastern moon is blue.

roses by christania7, literature

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roses

rest my head on a bed of stones roses float above me a cascading crimson rain upon a golden sky. the sun sets on this final day of reverie, surrendering to the night of reality. before the gloomy dawn of your planned life breaks- shattering these bloated clouds like it shears the threads of your dreams to pixy dust- one last moment is yours. the petals upon your shining face turn to butterflies, whispering sighs of cinnamon that turn to stars, they make their journey to the heavens, and tonight you shall not follow.

LET GO. by christania7, literature

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LET GO.

i don't want to feel. i don't want to see. i want to be buried beneath stones- pulled under, sucked in to the ocean's fury. i do not want your stares- your cold words and icy tongue, a torture to my soul. i want to leave you- i want to leave the earth. i do not belong here anymore i have lost my place in this world my one plea is to vanish- melt away and be forgotten. do not think of me. do not touch me. do not speak of me. i am my own and i choose to leave.

rebel by christania7, literature

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rebel

i am a rebel owl- cursing the night and waking to the sunrise. hooting to no one, defying primal needs to hunt the scurries below. i soar to the light as bright as bright. eyes unblinking in its rays of gold but ever widening- drinking in the sight of dawn and dusk and life awakening. no longer a creature of darkness, a sorrowful warning of doom to wanderers in this forest of doubt. this body was made for a higher purpose, these wings were meant to fly.

undone by christania7, literature

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undone

she held the winter in her veins, a child able to count her years on her yet unstained finger tips. a heart teeming in a silent rage and masked with innocent laughter. greedy with a lust for warmth, for any sign of affection, for a lie to hide her truth. a quiet girl. a lonely girl. a violent soul. wishing on plastic neon stars and living in a dream of escape. a stench of musk filling the lungs inside a heaving chest waiting for the nightmares to end. locked in a frenzy of confusion bright lights, crowded rooms, ugly staring eyes. mockingly embraced in arms that would just as easily crush her. slick words of a honeyed ton

welcome home by christania7, literature

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welcome home

breathe in the last of a foreign life clothed in cloud, you make your way home a tattered bag in your hand holding the trials of the journey that is about to end- and the new quest that its ending shall begin. familiar waters kiss your eyes in welcome a forgotten warmth brushes your skin, tingles your toes in anticipation of life. a hand reaches from across the rows, the touch of one who knows; your rock in the storm you have conquered together. faces dry- you have shed all your tears. and land. you are home.

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the dawn by christania7, literature

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the dawn

it awaits the dawn, the time of hope, the split second before rebirth; it waits. for light must come with darkness, laughter with tears, and faith with dread; it waits. its able claws reaching a hideous shadow in the morning's pale light its wretched mouth frothing with slime; a mockery of the innocent pleasure of dew. it waits. the moment is approaching- a time when the spirit quakes when doubt wrestles the heart to dust, when the blackest night seems infinitely closer than the promise of sunshine. its groping hand protrudes from its cavernous prison of lies the guttural screeches of hatred spewing from its mouth lik

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christania7

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Artist // Literature

United States
Deviant for 16 years
She / Her

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Current Residence: florida, us
Favourite genre of music: i like a little of everything
Favourite photographer: oo.
MP3 player of choice: iPod.
Shell of choice: fred the turtle's. :)
Skin of choice: soft <3
Favourite cartoon character: squidward, piplub!, gary the snail.
Personal Quote: "simehoo. it means i love you in muffy language."

Favourite Visual Artist

many

Favourite Movies

Lord of the Rings trilogy, Pan's Labyrinth, V for Vendetta

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

too many to mention....

Favourite Writers

Tolkien, Croggon, all who are honest and truthful to themselves and their passions

Favourite Games

tetris!

Favourite Gaming Platform

uh, chess board?

Tools of the Trade

my little tattered notebook, pencil, all paints, and my violin

Other Interests

poetry, reading, painting, acting, playing the violin

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christania7

Jul 28, 2008

shoo bop. bopp. er....

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----------------------------------------------------- tangled in my web of hurts a mind of poison and gas my thoughts clouded and spread thin into mist doors locked in front of me, and i hold the key but my eyes are blinded and its touch on my skin just makes the ache worse one by one i pass this corridor of rotting wood and splintered time pacing back and forth, confused as to why i am trapped in this maze the key begins to crumble in my wrinkled hand time is fading and i am still pacing when will my eyes open? when will my hand grasp the power it always held? -----------------------------------------------------

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christania7

May 17, 2008

minds, minds, minds...

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i'm sorry i've been a bit absent lately (i'm sure noone cares, but i feel the need to say it anyway :blush: ) the past month has been quite exhausting for me- with ap exams, finals coming up, a LOT of doctor's appointments and tests/x-rays- i haven't had much time or peace to write or even comment on anything. i've also been experiencing the ups and downs of "recovery." now, i know i've never written about it in so many words that anyone would actually realize this, but i have been dealing with an eating disorder for almost 5 years. ... i never had the intention of putting that out there, but i have really been feeling ed's full force on my m

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christania7

May 2, 2008

oh my!

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:omg: :faint: Thank you so much http://poetryplease.deviantart.com/ poetryplease! i'm completely shocked that you chose me for poet of the month! i'm at a loss for words, lol. i'm very happy you liked my work and i'll try my best to keep improving and making new stuff... wow... thank you!! :hug: :w00t: