SwimmingCrows

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Clarity-Indulgence in Bourbon by SwimmingCrows, literature

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Clarity-Indulgence in Bourbon

Clarity My liquid savior rests his ashes against my tongue, With forsaken dreams of flesh cascading past my lungs. An aqueous entity chiseling conviction onto my bones. Breathing life into what was said and done. Savor the moments, That separate acrimony from hope Cleanse this framework, of thoughts aroused by solitude when desire eclipses growth The remnants of inspirited thoughts lie amidst these bourbon waves, as the moments that rest within the present are outlined by shades of grey. Psalms of affliction resonate throughout a cycle of elapsing days. Conjure the date where the tid

Indecision by SwimmingCrows, literature

Untitled by SwimmingCrows, literature

Eve of Destruction by SwimmingCrows, literature

Animate by SwimmingCrows, literature

Depravity by SwimmingCrows, literature

Horizons by SwimmingCrows, literature

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Horizons

My shattered heart is revived as the sun grasps me in a reassuring embrace Its alluring rays cleanse me of the misery attained while chasing the wind While leaving me entranced in its everlasting grace I strive to reach for its endearment, but it leaves me disconsolate as it descends along the azure sky The bleak eventide emerges and I am left with misfortune These broken arms were never enough to hold you up I can only pray that the sun finds solace as its heart rests amidst the waves

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Clarity-Indulgence in Bourbon by SwimmingCrows, literature

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Clarity-Indulgence in Bourbon

Indecision by SwimmingCrows, literature

Untitled by SwimmingCrows, literature

Eve of Destruction by SwimmingCrows, literature

Animate by SwimmingCrows, literature

Depravity by SwimmingCrows, literature

Horizons by SwimmingCrows, literature

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Horizons

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To the Vysehrad by sarehptar, literature

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To the Vysehrad

To the Vyšehrad, Prague (May 13th, 2008) I left a sliver of myself adrift on the Vltava, the mother river. Not a piece of my heart, no- nothing so yielding or moveable as that. A curve of rib perhaps, or the third digit of my left little finger, the largest vertebrae or the deep roots of my wisdom teeth. I shed a bone-it slipped out from beneath my skin in the late afternoon, when the sun on the new, smooth headstones covered my eyes with blindfolds white and gold; it fell into the foreign trailing arbutus without a sound. When the rain came, later, it rolled with the black grave garden dirt into the river and settled,

Falling Star by namenotrequired, literature

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Falling Star

I used to turn my back to the sun not face the light of day I used to soon go back to the moon to later run away I used to turn my back to the sun and wait by the meadow And I would watch the light going by until I would see your shadow Well I'm a falling star, burning up when finally shining Because we've come too far... I used to drink the water I'm now drowning in I used to think my life was finally flowering But the boat missed the shore, it's out of sight and out for more I'm out of time, the sun has set, my only guide is a single star But it's a falling star, burning up when finally shining Because we've come too far, in

Iron and porcelain by Aravelle, literature

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Iron and porcelain

Porcelain unicorns are shattered across the floor faerietales and twilight daydreams are scattered by the door; relics of the days when I was young. They remind me of how I used to dream of love flawless and unconditional, bonds as strong as iron. With my old favorite knife I severed the umbilical cord just like I was torn away without a goodbye [I was a parasite, so attached to the memories of you]. You were my blood, you were my breath, you were the reason behind every drop, tears and sweat [you were my blessed, carnal everything].

Et tu, Brute? by tina-go-lightly, literature

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Et tu, Brute?

There is no structural equivalent, No parallel between manufactured tears And the sporadic breathing of heartache. How can I expect you to understand, You who have never felt love, who have never Held a soul in your hands, never watched your Father cry-gasping, unmanned sobs of death- How can I ask you to comprehend this? And I wouldn't. I never asked, never begged, Never bent my knees in supplication, Was never awed by your mismatched chromosomes. You are neither a god nor much of a man And I do not expect you to understand.

Hip Hop? What is this Hip Hop? by MC-Sykei, literature

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Hip Hop? What is this Hip Hop?

An eternal life blessing; listen to HipHop as I escape from this infernal strife stressing ~ There?s no testing; the greatest art form that keeps my heart warm; never catch my mic resting ~ I start reckon; why Graffiti artists get locked up for reppin without a lethal weapon ~ It?s a form of expression without the use of aggression; cops should learn this lesson ~ Don?t be fooled; reminisce the old school; I thought I told you; females rep this, just as cold too ~ We roll through like shopping carts; HipHop music is topping charts; this is for all you readers ~ Check the features; connect the speakers, breakers rocking Adidas imbedded s

About SwimmingCrows

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July 21, 1994
United States
Deviant for 13 years
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Current Residence: Centreville, VA
deviantWEAR sizing preference: DOOKIE
Print preference: DOOOOOKIE
Favourite genre of music: Metal, Underground Hip Hop, and Indie
Favourite photographer: None. I tend to be drawn to pieces that evoke certain thoughts and, or emotions.
Favourite style of art: Surrealism
Operating System: It doesn't matter. I usually work with PCs, but I prefer the desktop layout of Macs.
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: Depression
Skin of choice: Fiberglass and Butterfly wings
Favourite cartoon character: Huey Freeman
Personal Quote: The only thing bull semen has done for me is activate my gag reflex!

Favourite Visual Artist

Esao Andrews, John Baizley, Jacob Bannon, Chet Zar, Alex Grey, Aaron Turner, and Osseus Labyrint

Favourite Movies

Gummo

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Atmosphere, Deftones

Favourite Writers

Shihan, Saul Williams, Perre Shelton, Sandra Cisneros, Gary Soto, Ayn Rand, Chuck Pahlaniuk,

Favourite Games

Grand Theft Auto, Metal Gear Solid, Mortal Kombat, God of War, and The Legend of Zelda series.

Favourite Gaming Platform

N64

Tools of the Trade

You see this pipe right here...

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Music, Writing

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SwimmingCrows

Feb 27, 2011

Where have I been...

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Hey everyone! It has been a long time since I last visited deviantART, but keep in mind that I have not laid down the pen. For the past six and a half months, dating back to my last literary post, I have been getting my life order. In less than a year, I will be completing high school and soon after that I will have prove to myself and the rest of the world that I have what it takes to live independently and become a functioning member of society. That is when I took the time to reflect upon the way that I was living and I realized that I needed to take the initiative to bring about change within myself. From the age of 13 to just a few a mo