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view from high up by isolece, literature

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view from high up

A sea of clouds beneath me Space and sun and sky above. Within the belly of the airbeast, In the cabin beyond first class, I view the world mysitified through the triple glazed glass. In the distance another flies Like a master of the air, Much larger than its flesh ancestor; It goes by with white mist flair. Mountains in their earthly glory, Deemed hills from this height Yet I am awed at their beauty When in view of their might. The people stare at the planes above, like little girls and boys, from houses that like sprinkles dot the plains down below; If not awed by the sight then annoyed by the noise.

Why? by isolece, literature

Mother by isolece, literature

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Mother

Do not think I do not know of the love and care you give; For every smile you send my way is another reason yet to live. Do not think I do not know of your sacrifice and pain; For every tear that you shed is my sorrow and my shame. Do not think I do not know of my childhood years when you would hold me in your arms and snuff away my fears. Do not think I do not know that you doubt my love and I know it may not show but I do mother; I love, love, love! You.

Destroying Fire by isolece, literature

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Destroying Fire

Burn away oh Destroying Fire Consume to your heart's desire Burn away the sins of men Burn every paper, sword and pen! Cleanse the land of their deeds; done for their pleasure and not for their needs! Return the Earth to before this all; Return this Heaven to before the Fall In the ash life shall flourish The budding plants our remains shall nourish Make haste; This situation is dire Burn away oh Destroying Fire.

Happy Hug Day by isolece, literature

Her by isolece, literature

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Her

Have you seen her standing there with her tanned feet and sun-kissed hair? Have you seen her bathed in light Bright red tresses silvery bright? Have you seen her graceful dance flawless in motion; a gazelle in prance Have you seen her lying there 'neath the willow's leafy stare? Can you claim to know her more when I have heard her sighing snore? In my eyes the love is shown for the sister I have never known.

Winds of Change by isolece, literature

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Winds of Change

Take me away oh Winds of Change Take me somewhere far and new and strange! Take me where your whim demands; Your wishes are my life's commands! Show me things I have not seen! Take me where I have not been! Teach me something I did not know Show me to walk and sleep and grow! I do not doubt your strength or power; In my blood the earth may shower! But do not leave me in this age Take me away oh Winds of Change.

The Calm After the Storm by isolece, literature

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The Calm After the Storm

Storm clouds loom a day ahead; The horizon clouded mist. Water-dust sprayed on thick The farmer shakes his fist. The sun, behold, has gone from view The sky covered gray Tension mounts step-by-step The crops will rue that day. The procession rolls thickly up black battleships light as air War cries sound off distantly The birds go past with flair. Time has come abrupt to hold A fact no clock can defend Silence lasts a fleeting moment before the storm decends. A flicker of wind is all that's left of the world that used to be. Yet it left behind a certain beauty That no one dare set free.

Purpose by isolece, literature

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Purpose

Purpose with a capital 'P' Oh the hardships you inflict on me! I cannot find you anywhere- between my toes or in my hair Why do I carry on the search for purpose when purpose is long gone? There is no reason-no how or why- to be here - but I cannot die. The logistics are simple enough; as such- My parents loved each other very much. But what is my reason-my excuse To take up reasources - what's the use? I do nothing at all -not the giving It seems my purpose of being is the purpose of taking but, what if - and hopefully I am not faking- what if my purpose is the purpose of making? Not the taking nor the giving- But the simple

Time by isolece, literature

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When I go home by isolece, literature

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When I go home

When I go home I see The world spread out before me Reaching for the sun As Neptune and Uranus clash Embracing beneath the baying moon When I go home I smell The salt fish welcoming, The proud cedars towering, The bread baking and cheese making And the pollen breesing above the mountain. When I go home I feel The welcome love of the chilling ice Not bothered by freezing toes or a sneezng nose I welcome it with open arms As my feet sink into the beach sand When I go home I wish To stare at the fireflies As they buzz with electric light To melt into the fertile soil And be known among the shrubbery. When I go home T

Self Portrait by isolece, literature

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Self Portrait

Sit back, relax; Drink some tea No worries to bother me! I am high, I am mighty; My best friend is old Jackie! Stand up, jump up Let's all party! No curfew to confine me! I am tall, I am proud; I am free as a cloud! Rise up, trash up, Don't be tidy! There's no one to repremand me! I have spirit, I have soul; I don't have to go school! Teach me, scold me It's no use! There's no one way to control me! I am wild, Untamed; Lions have nothing on me! Sing and shout For the world to hear! Listen when I speak! I am whole, I am content; I don't need anyone to complete me! Run, escape Move out of my way! I am a force to

Ghost Town by isolece, literature

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Ghost Town

They drift among the unmarked graves, Dirt and stone and shadow. To Him they are His earthly slaves; To us mere ghosts in a meadow. They mourn their dead with unshed tears For they know not where they lie. Forbidden to search by unmasked fears; Their souls are left to fly. Screams of innocence fall on many ears They fall and keep on falling For none so futile as deaf tears When silence is dominating. Forced to a life doomed in death Empty as a hollowing cave. With one last suffering breath None too wise to say: Mind you may be impaired Soul you may be abandoned Heart you may not care But body you are stranded.

Aniversary Rhyme by isolece, literature

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Aniversary Rhyme

You have been married Oh so many years! Oh so many years! and shed many tears, Shared many joys, Snuffed many fears. You will go on for Oh such a long time! Oh such a long time! and always be prime Dandy and young Like a nursury rhyme. You are in heaven and Oh so in love! Oh so in love! Love white as a Dove Pure and immortal Love unheard of. You have had kids Oh two many kids! Oh two many kids! fresh as summer orchids Who you loved and cared for Even preserved their bibs! You will celebrate many a day Oh how joyous a day as this! Oh how joyous a day as this! yes a joyous day it is Full of love and joy and unshed desire For

To Be Fourteen by isolece, literature

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To Be Fourteen

Brave, untroubled; an adventure awaits me Past the awkwardness of puberty; Wisdom has not yet burdened me, Yet knowledge has come to set me free. How wonderful it seems to me How glorious it is to be fourteen. I feel the power in these young arms of mine, How I wish to jump up and climb the vine. I will not submit to your confine Never to waste a second in such a perfect time. How cruel it must seem to thee Never again to be fourteen. Life doth strut and gloat of beauty, Death hath not yet marred the scenery. All around me, all so cheery Eyes do sparkle and shine with mystery Breathless gasps can be seen All a-wonder to be fo

The Truth about Bella Swan by isolece, literature

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The Truth about Bella Swan

She is born of the Devil Yet they all call her beautiful; Come to upset the peaceful Workings of Forks Highschool. Her scent lures and traps Our hero's hopes and dreams She tears his heart out at the seams. Her thoughts so shallow and self-deceiving; She lies herself into believing Her own superiority. She indulges in false modesty More than a drunkard does his wine; At complements she turns bright red While secret pleasure remains unsaid And she laughs like they are the fools. She leads the boys astray And turns the gold dawn grey; Ungrateful she wines away Like she is the only one Who deserves the sun. Late at night,

I think therefore I am by isolece, literature

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I think therefore I am

I think therefore I am! A true phrase? I think not! Ah! I think! Therefore I am? A rock does not But is! I do And am! We have a problem, my friend! Let us think, Ah! I love the word, Of thinking. Ironic, no? The mind thinks, The body does. And those of brainless bodies Simply are And perhaps forever will be. But thinking, A lovely thing to do, Dies with the body. A mere animated object Of flesh and blood. A shame that we should think, No pun intended, Of ourselves so highly For it will not last, but die, Until, at last, We are And forever will be Thoughtless - Dead.

A Story of Choueifat by isolece, literature

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A Story of Choueifat

Dear scrounger, On behalf of Mr. Salameh, students and staff we sociably solicit you to desist all sauntering around the premises and strictly instruct you to study systematically and fastiduously for all impending examinations susceptable to subjection onto all subjects of the SABIS system of schooling beginning with chemistry. It is stipulated that you listen scrupulously while Miss Mouska measures the solubility of salts in sulfurous acid and science instructors state that stationary substances must submit to Newton's second subpoena. Furthermore, we demand you deliver a discursive essay of dilatory dimention describing the daily deeds

Ignorance is bliss by isolece, literature

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Ignorance is bliss

A bird that flies high above A bird that sings of pure, bright Love A happy chirp, a drop of dew That beheld such beauty - so very few Of pain and hardship I know naught For joy and youth hold every thought You see me play, you see me fall You see me stand, straight and tall. A flower unfurls its bright rose-petals A flower invites all sorts of beetles A petal dropping a lover's kiss So very few have known this bliss! This is the bliss of ignorance.

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Garden by GrimmestFangs, literature

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Garden

With the call of the morning mist, flowers begin there bloom. Held high towards the skies like puppets suspended over the ground by puppeteers, the flowers danced lazily with the wind. Butterflies, amongst the other insects that inhabited the beautiful garden, fluttered to the pedals of these devious blossoms. The sun spread its warmth over the soil, and with it’s intense glare it shined off of the threads of a perfect spider web; making sparkles shine abruptly at the stems of the flowers from where it hung. The prosperity of the garden was wicked and sublime, and the rusty metal bars that fenced it now held no barrier to it’s growt

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The jester by fashion-mc-sexypants, literature

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The jester

Picture this now, if you just may This dashing girl, she walks your way But hold your feet, you mustn’t go near Thus births a script but from one jesters tear A man who’s looked down on, he is but a clown A man used for humour, he never could frown Or off goes his head for he failed at his task Nobody knows him from under his mask You see this jester here is a different sort For this jester he sits alone in his court A lower class man, who has nowhere to turn, But then there’s this girl, there’s his reason to yearn This girl whom he loves, she has ties with the king She’s too far out of reach, his feeling

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To Be Fourteen by isolece, literature

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To Be Fourteen

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Current Residence: Doha, Qatar
Favourite genre of music: no prefrence
Favourite photographer: ummm...never been much of a photography type
Favourite style of art: not sure
MP3 player of choice: ipod
Skin of choice: i am not a racist
Favourite cartoon character: daffy duck;tweety;ededdneddy
Personal Quote: whatever

Favourite Visual Artist

Rembrandt

Favourite Movies

depends on my mood

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

anything that has meaning

Favourite Writers

I have not had enough life experience to decide this yet.

Favourite Games

pokemaon

Favourite Gaming Platform

i have no idea what that is

Tools of the Trade

ummm.....pencil?

Other Interests

reading,writing and annoying my older brother

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isolece

Sep 22, 2009

Yes, I'm still alive.

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Hello fellow deviants. I'm very very sorry for my long absence. Due to the lack of electricity and internet in Lebanon, I fell very far behind on my messages and deviations, and when I came back, it was directly to school and the chaotic mess of senior year of highschool got to me. I am overworked and overstressed and for some reason, find that I love it (probably due to the fact that when the going gets tough, I stop and think 'it's my last year' and it pretty much gets me through any shit life can throw at me. :P) But, the good news, I'm now on vacation and so will be clearing out all my messages. I will get to all your deviations, journals

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isolece

Jul 5, 2009

Traveling

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Hey friends, I'm currently in the land of my ancestors. :D Internet is sparse and inconsistent. :( My activity is going to be low due to lack of available internet and not to mention electricity. But i'll try to get to all your deviations and replies and such. :D I'll be back in Qatar in about a month and a half or so. But i'm happy here :D It's like a live comedy show with at least ten people in one house at any given moment, and that's if I'm lucky :) Conflicting personalities and outdated thinking all contribute to the ever present hilarity especially when people start to contradict themselves or completely shame the name of logic =P.

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isolece

Jun 10, 2009

I'm still alive

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Hey guys, I know I disapeared for a while there. Just to let you know, I'm still alive and well for some unknown reason. I'm really sorry about that. I've had a busy schedule with school and the like and a hectic week and I've been experiencing random headaches that made me feel horrid, not to mention the fact that I've been living off comfort food and that just made me feel worse later. :( Not to mention that the weather here is horrid. It's so hot and opressive right now, you can barely go outside so I've been stuck in school or at home and that just added to the misery of it. I've been in no mood to appreciate art so I've sort of put it