ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn

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Feegit by ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn, literature

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Feegit

Once upon a time, squirrels ruled the world. They lived in banana trees because all the nuts were gone, even the coconuts that took forever to crack, and they didn't even like those because they had to drink the inside instead of eat it, unless of course they wanted to eat the fruit ( the other white meat ) but the juice usually filled them. Anyway, they ruled the world, or rather, populated it, and since they lived in the banana trees, a certain abnormal rabbit could not have his yellow fruit. The rabbit was very distraught, because his yellow fruit was very dear to him, but he did not lose heart. In the dead of night, he crept to the base o

The Darker Days of Me and Him by ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn, literature

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The Darker Days of Me and Him

Disclaimer: //Dead Poets Society// belongs to Peter Weir and the brilliant writer who wrote it. Lyrics to //The Darker Days of Me and Him// belongs to PJ Harvey. A/N: Oh, I am so evil. Please R/R. This is from Todd's POV. Even though he calls Neil 'baby' sometimes, this isn't slash. In fact, girls calls their friends that sometimes, without being gay, so I don't see why straight guys from 1959 who were best friends can't do so as well. ---------------------------------- The Darker Days of Me and Him It seems so long ago. He makes me feel old. My words are brooding and tired and I hate the way they make me sound so much older than

Autumn by ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn, literature

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Autumn

// Have you ever stopped to look at the way the leaves fall away in autumn? Did it ever occur to you, as they floated to the fading grass like patches of an old painting, that they were dying? Have you ever watched some one live in those leaves, laughing as they rained from another tree, and realize how beautiful it was? Have you ever wondered how one moment can make you forget about the pain? Have you ever marveled how one smile can mask a broken spirit, marred with bleeding color? Have you ever known peace, forgetting what was because of what is? Have you ever lived? Have you ever loved living? // Todd Andersen leaned against t

Smile by ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn, literature

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Smile

Lyrics: Dan Powell, "Pieces" LOTR: Tolkien ~*~ Smile He lifted his head into the shaft of light that fell down into the cell from the barred drain carved high up into the stones. It was evening again, and the moon must have been full. The beam formed a circle beneath him, white without flaw except for his shadow. The light caressed his bruised face, bringing out how pale he was, with his golden hair reduced to a soiled, faded mess. He was broken. It was visible in the way he hung there, arms raised in their cuffs and chains, chest barely heaving, eyes weary and dull. Pieces of fabric clung to his tunic where it had been ripped; di

Love Bound by ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn, literature

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Love Bound

Moonlight paled the evening in the depths of Mirkwood, where the king dwelt. Where the fires blazed from the torches and the feasting, Thranduil enjoyed himself in the company of his court. The palace was carved out of the caves, and he was satisfied with his home. Yet his son was not so welcoming of caves and closed spaces…His heart was in love with the trees, and in the trees, did the crown prince of Mirkwood dwell with his fellow Wood elves. He saw his father often enough, but he could venture to wherever his wild heart desired. Thranduil knew all too well that he could not keep his son tied down – to rob the prince of his libe

The Garden of a Poetess by ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn, literature

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The Garden of a Poetess

A quiet soul wanders in the air of morning Floating lightly in the shed silk of wings Now her flowing ivory gown A soundless veil Like the petals of her sweet magnolia Wisps of cloud within The skies of her glass windows Steps as light as the morning breeze Silently treading the garden path The refuge of her dream With the dew beaded roses A lily in the fingers of her hand The flower of perfection Still white in the touch of a sunbeam A field of lilies in her lover's dream A sea of wild flowers behind her smile A moment of bliss in the glory of dawn The rapture of freedom The rosewood cage gone The poetess in her Eng

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Soldier by ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn, literature

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Soldier

He is the lance broken The cold steel of a blade tainted With scarlet blood, his own The arrow piercing mortal flesh Stealing the patriot's wasted breath He is the nameless face In the ivory sea of heaven's claim On an ever-lasting ebony wall Another faceless name He is a woman's tears A father's bitter regret A lament lost in the phantom voices Of a nation's huddled masses He is the blood in earth's soil The embers of a slaughtered soul He is the rain in battle's gray ashes The martyr for the oppressed's toil He is the wound in his brother's heart He is the white banner of glory unfurled Hero of a fallen world

Winter's Breathless Dream by ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn, literature

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Winter's Breathless Dream

In garden of roses frosted in winter's breath, a solitary being walked without leaving footprints behind. The sky was a pale, gray twilight without a sun to light the day. Shadowed trees loomed over the earth with bare limbs that twisted up to reach the clouds. A daunting silence filled the air like a fog that floated there. It was a sanctuary from the enchantments of some forgotten painting, with only unspoken sorrow to paint it's dreary canvas. A melancholy music streamed through the nature as the person continued to glide along in a long, hooded cloak of silver. A pause and a long hand with slender fingers reached out to touch a frozen ros

Friend by ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn, literature

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Friend

I turn around with depression hanging over me, and my breath catches as I freeze. He's standing there, leaning with one shoulder against the door post. He smirks at me, because he knows. He knows everything, always did. I want to run to him, but I know that's not the way we do things. My eyes glimmer and his own catches the light. The shadows and the light play on his shoulder, his face, his naturally perfect hair. People just walk right past him; they don't understand. They don't know him; only I do. He glances at who ever brushes past his shoulder, then back at me, and I grin. He's wearing that ivory button-up shirt of his, with the cu

The Garden of a Poetess by ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn, literature

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The Garden of a Poetess

Love Bound by ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn, literature

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Love Bound

Smile by ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn, literature

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Smile

Autumn by ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn, literature

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Autumn

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Deviant for 20 years
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Current Residence: Phoenix, AZ - the American Sahara Desert
Favourite genre of music: Everything except country
Favourite photographer: Viggo Mortensen, Katie Olson
Favourite style of art: traditional painting, charcoal, pencil sketches
Wallpaper of choice: forever changing
Favourite cartoon character: Daria
Personal Quote: "Fuck _____."

Favourite Visual Artist

Boticelli, Van Gogh, Monet, Da Vinci, Aireona93, larafaerie, belladona_dkb22,

Favourite Movies

LOTR, Dead Poets Society, Band of Brothers, King Arthur, every Orlando Bloom film

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Yeah Yeah Yeahs, PJ Harvey, Damien Rice, Destiny's Child,

Favourite Writers

JK Rowling, Bukowski, Plath, Shakespeare, Garth Nix

Tools of the Trade

paper, journals, computer, pencils, pens, words, imagination, heart, soul

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writing, books, movies, music, dancing, poetry, art, photography, friendship, love, freedom, Bohemia

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ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn

Feb 21, 2005

Pain and Love and.....

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I've post in my LJ way too many times tonight, but I need to get this out. I feel so fucked up.... so messed up.... so jumbled and blurred.  Too many feelings at once. Fear and nostalgia and love and longing and pain and grief and dread and despair and..... Love Love, the root of my every problem now, it seems. Love and my Age. If only they would lie down and sleep and let me live my life. I love so much. I love too much. I love you and you and you and you, and I don't want to. I'm so tired of pain. I'm so tired of longing. And fear. And tears. And this lump in my throat. And this hole in my chest. And life. Death will free me.

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ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn

Jan 16, 2005

Current Events

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Live Journal's down, damn it. I want to learn French. My mother and my sister are back. Things are domestically okay right now. I like it, I think. And this week has been good with my dad. Let's see how long it lasts. I hope Andrew's okay. I hope I've helped him and not annoyed him. Blessed on Golden Globes tomorrow night. (WTF, Globes already?!) I feel Bohemian and almost divine.

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ShAdEsOfGrAyRaIn

Dec 13, 2004

To-Do Lists

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Things I have to do in the next 3 years, 6 months, 2 weeks, and 6 days: -- Go to a house party and get wasted -- Visit Andrew in college when I have a license and a car -- Get a job -- Finish writing a book -- Keep up with Mike N. -- Keep Bonnie and Devin once they graduate a year before I do -- Go through my entire senior year without being depressed for an extended period of time -- Spend a summer at my Aunt's place in Jersey -- Spend a summer in Oxford studying Creative Writing -- Find my Gay Boy With A Beautiful Soul -- Keep Andrew as a friend -- Regularly blog as my life gets more interesting -- Lose the vanity pounds -- Ma