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Thetis but not gleaming

I was the tide, and I hid the rainbows in the seashells, once I was the sun on the sand and the foam, and I didn't need to hide. I am the mud in swamps now, greenish and lackluster, sticks and moss, and I don't know myself. I want to be unearthed. In this labyrinth of life, my voice is raw and I cannot scream anymore, but I'm terrified of the silence.

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697 deviations
Literature

Thetis but not gleaming

I was the tide, and I hid the rainbows in the seashells, once I was the sun on the sand and the foam, and I didn't need to hide. I am the mud in swamps now, greenish and lackluster, sticks and moss, and I don't know myself. I want to be unearthed. In this labyrinth of life, my voice is raw and I cannot scream anymore, but I'm terrified of the silence.

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693 deviations
Literature

the thirteenth hour

She sits on the sofa with thoughts heavy and the city sleeping at her feet, meters below the apartment, a steep dive with a crow's flight. The pirate ship in her story has just sunken, and nothing in the landscape around can pull it back from fiddler's green, from the ecompassing scent of wet wood. She shivers. The windows are tall and pure glass. Outside, the night is barely sinking in although it's late, but then again everything is orange and gunmetal pulsating, calling; the allure of rain and raindrops drying on the pavement. Sometimes she wishes she wouldn't drink her glasses of apple juice so fast, but it's a reflex movement, like refi

Prose

22 deviations
Soldier and dog

Paintings

26 deviations
Kermit plushie

Artisan Crafts and Curiosities

10 deviations
ayama

Anime and stuff

34 deviations
by the river

Photography

65 deviations
Literature

Se horisonten, translated

Nothing I want has to do with living in the darkness of uncertainty, but when light sweeps in, I see the beauty around me- from the greenest streams, to the whitest sand, everything I’ve ever wanted lies there before me… See the horizon, the sea there where the sky goes down, see the horizon, there’s nothing I wish for the most… but to see here with you, that’s what I long for secretly. Life is a secret, and it bids its time until it gives you infinitely more than it could give you otherwise. There’s always a breakthrough, between sky and sea, where what waits is what we’re living without, but is

Translations

8 deviations
Literature

Personal Fuegian Epic

Río Grande Something I swore: Through a purple-haze of wine and feathers, everything, every word, had to go. I wouldn't hold anything in. I'd keep the door open for him, as long as I beared to because when it shut, man, so help me God, it was gonna shut. San Sebastián Something I found out: Nature channels inspiration. When demons chase you, you'll never outrun them. You keep still and brave them. This is how they disappear. Ushuaia Something I never forgave: He said that I never changed. And what did he expect, from a seacreature. The mermaid without the man-eating monster? You don't get one without the other. And you don't crush

Personal favs

104 deviations
Literature

antarctica XIX

this day makes me a king of nothing, brings me storm and darkness, brings the death of things that are and the lack of the screaming gulls still, the ice at the end of the world pulls me back into oceanic waters, where the darkness that waits recedes through the redemption of bones and carcass

- ANTARCTICA

20 deviations
Literature

7 days of beach: pacific sunset

I the sun sets over the still h o r I z o n line peach yellow orange magenta like a fever like a rave like ecstasy like a tropical neon cocktail sending tidal waves over the foggy city the foggy buildings the foggy walkers and surfers and photographers and a poet watching a sunset. II gray seagulls, broken clams, kelps in a celtic knot.

- seven days of beach, feb 2012

7 deviations
Literature

sudsee

sonnenschein auf mein Gesicht, ist das Land, was ich sehe? (nein, nur Wellen, Wellen, Wellen...) Ich war so einsam schon so lang, komm her jetzt, zu mir, ich kann dich endlich richtich umarmen. Ja, das weiB ich genau jetzt, ich bin hier nicht verloren sonder befreit, komm Mond oder Sonne herunter hier. Ich kann dich endlich umarmen und schweigern. In meinem Hertz pumpt jetzt nur Einsamkeit, komm Mond, komm Sonne, bring' mich um. (oder...?) Lang schon treibe ich auf mein schmerzendes Ruck, hier schlafe ich auf die blaueste südsee. Schon so lang so einsam so freulich--- hierher treibe ich auf die Wellen und ich bin frei, so

- eastern berlin series

8 deviations
Literature

Navigator II

I Through the ridge-like skin on my back your fingers sail, retracing my memories of the NordOstSee kanal. The bruises on my skin are leftovers of clams by the high tide, emtpy cups, broken cups, the last siren of the lighthouse before dawn lights up the sky. You're coming out of the forest. Out on the open prairies where you can't get lost any more, there's no darkness left at all, but starlight, and a horizonline aflame with the sun rising and setting at the edge of the end of the world, the only one place that could make me return. II When I arrived you were there waiting, watching the primordial waves turn my life around. III We

- iceland series

5 deviations
Literature

Love

And me, I will be a jellyfish to your reef, and I will glide through your coral palace and your tubeworm minarets. In the crevice of your grottoes I'll huddle schools of guppies and scores of sea anemones. Some mornings, when the sun hits your seaweed prairies, I'll comb them with oyster shards and we'll sway to the dozy ebb. In the multicoloured kingdom of your biosphere I'll be your gardener.

- 13 days to the Winter Solstice, and St. Jo

21 deviations
Literature

The Ocean

There is a sea in this darkness, where the wind goes a wherefrom it comes. In this darkness, today, the day when the wheel starts turning, I see the primeval void, the incandescent mists of time, grave and cradle. I believe, the veil has fallen from my eyes.

21 dias para el solsticio de invierno

8 deviations
Literature

Instructions to those marooned ashore

Please don't forget that I am to be buried at sea, that coraline arabesques will crowd my palace and that fish and men will be welcome there alike. Please leave everything I own to the living who may or may not be my blood and erase my name from the face of the earth. Under the liminal waves I will sit on a throne of silver collected from shipwrecks and I'll be crownless among the sealife, just one more kin among the merfolk. I'll be in the eyes of the narwhals. I'll be in the fitoplankton that sparkles in the moonlight. I'll be in the wind, the gull and the tempest, in the wings of the albatross. I'll become life and live through all

- winter solstice for one marooned ashore

16 deviations
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Scraps

10 deviations