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The Milk Bottles by schwarzehimmel, literature

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The Milk Bottles

The grocer couldn't remember the last time he'd seen a stranger before she came in. She had dark hair and her face was pale and worried – a portrait of beauty fallen upon hard times. Her gray dress was worn and dirty at the hem, as if she'd been wearing it for a long time. She carried with her two empty milk bottles and placed them on the counter without saying a word. The grocer took them and put two full bottles in their place. “Ten cents,” he said. The woman simply took the milk from the counter and left without paying. For a moment the shopkeeper was too taken aback to run after her, and when he finally came to his senses

Happy Birthday by schwarzehimmel, literature

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Happy Birthday

How long has it been? A long time. And still no word from you. And yet, I'm not angry. Because I think, in some small way, I understand. I want to hate you, But I can't. We were too close for that. I miss you. I miss you so much sometimes that I want to cry And wonder why I could never be happy In the arms of a blue-eyed boy who loves me. So happy birthday, Wherever you are. Spain? France? Germany? Japan? Or perhaps one of those little countries in Southeast Asia That nobody's ever heard of. I hear it's beautiful there. I hope you're enjoying it. So happy birthday, whether you're sick or well Happy birthday, wherever you'v

My Grotesque by schwarzehimmel, literature

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My Grotesque

Everything seems in its place But the room is rank with decay. I know what death feels like. In a distant corner of a distant room, I am lying, not breathing, but still moving. A dull pain squeezing my head Squeezing, squeezing From the inside and the outside at the same time. I'm waiting for my teeth to fall out. There is not much to say about what might have been beauty I am rotting. Rotting, still alive Rotting underneath my skin. My arm falls off in an attempt to roll over. I don't think I'll chance the other one. I'll just lie here instead, Lie here and wait for my insides to liquify. Wait for my liver to come running ou

Broken Goddess II by schwarzehimmel, literature

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Broken Goddess II

II. She sighs in the dark A soft whisper. And it breaks my heart. I see her in the half-light, Long hair spilling a blonde fountain around her face. A touch of the Hunter on her lips, A touch of the Haunted behind her eyes. I stretch out a careful hand And catch the tear That glistens on her cheek. She does not wake. There is a spectre of the Child, Delicate as watercolour, In her face. A little brush of innocence in the dark. Her breath is gossamer, or spiderwebs. An elegant hand rests on the pillow beside her head. She is so different in her sleep. The dream-world changes us. Another tear catches in her eyelashes. Why d

Broken Goddess I by schwarzehimmel, literature

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Broken Goddess I

I. She turns her head and her eyes flash like diamonds. Her hair floats in the breeze, whispering against her face She smiles a half smile at a joke I did not hear Because I was so caught up in watching her. A friend introduces us. Her fingers are slim and elegant, I am much younger than she. We talk, and I learn that she is only twenty, So the difference is not as much as I had thought. She likes me. I like her hair, the way she talks, the way she moves, The way her skin glows in the light of afternoon. We learn we both speak German, and we switch to it, It's easier for her this way. The afternoon is ending, and the grass is st

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Stray by schwarzehimmel, literature

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Stray

It's a mixed blessing, I suppose To be a wild soul on the run To be the flower with no sun To be fearless and undaunted To be the baby no one wanted To be passed from hand to hand And then left dying in the sand Till some unknown soul took pity on you and called himself your brother. What it's like, nobody knows To know that you don't answer to one To know any moment you may have to run To know you're a wolf without a pack To know there's no one to watch your back To

Incomplete by schwarzehimmel, literature

Ein Kleines Schauspiel by schwarzehimmel, literature

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Ein Kleines Schauspiel

JUNGE MANN: Hier bist du! JUNGE FRAU: Ja. J. MANN: Den ganzen Tag lang suchte ich dich. J. FRAU: Warum? Ich bin immer hier. J. MANN: Aber, ich dachte... vielleicht heute nicht. J. FRAU: Warum? J. MANN: Papa. J. FRAU: Es ist egal. J. MANN: (enttäuscht) Ja, alles ist egal. Ich sollte wissen, dass du das sagen wurdest. J. FRAU: Geh weg. Ich will allein sein. J. MANN: Aber... J. FRAU: Geh weg, Hans! J. MANN: Ich bleibe. Es ist nicht gut für dich, allein immer zu sein. Ich bleibe. J. FRAU: Du bist so störrisch. (Pause) Wie geht's Papa? J. MANN: Es gibt nichts Neues. J. FRAU: Dann warum bist du hier?! Verärgerst du mich gern? J. MAN

Kraehe by schwarzehimmel, literature

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Kraehe

It sits on my shoulder, Gnarled, solid black. Its talons squeeze into me, Like syringes drawing blood. But the blood they draw Is a different kind. I long for the days When the music seemed to flow From under my fingertips But now, I play the notes, I hear the sound, But the music has no soul. I hear nothing. I stare into yellow-bronze eyes Feel them boring into me Until the blood has drained away. I am overflowing with emptiness. I cry silently, without even realizing. And nobody will come. My greatest fear Is that one day, I will wake up With Krähe behind my eyes.

Subconsciousness by schwarzehimmel, literature

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Subconsciousness

The wind howling howling always howling but it's a calming sound. The wind belongs to me and the storms and the lightning. The West wind is mine my own and nobody can take it from me. The north belongs to Tobien, the east to Lacath. The south belongs to our father, the great one whom I have never met. Sand in my eyes the grass beneath my feet the grass and shade ends and beyond it is nothing but sand and heat and sun as far as the eye can see. This oasis is my birthplace. But I am older now I have aged and died and grown young again until this my 3562nd year I look over my shoulder again. I am old to some and to some I am the embodiment of yo

Without Crying by schwarzehimmel, literature

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Without Crying

I am ignorant. Fear and sorrow, I do not know them. Somebody, please cry for me. My tears dried so long ago. I am not lucky. How am I to know happiness If I don't know what grief is? I only want to know The meaning of tears. Is that really too much to ask? Nobody cries for me, Nobody knows me Not the real me, The 'me' that can be hurt. Nobody knows pain As I do To cry without crying, That is my pain.

She by schwarzehimmel, literature

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She

The wind today was cold, Far colder, even, than she, And it stung with a bitterness Not unlike that Which chills my own heart. Her eyes gleamed with what I thought Was triumph And with this glint in her eyes She spoke Three false words. She may say such words, And she may say that I am loved, But if she loves me How is it that she does not see How I suffer? For to others she is the image Of sweetness and love, But to me this sugar Is as a poison, Choking my life away Scarcely ere others Sense its presence. I fear That ere this toxin Leaves my body I shall die.

Swan Lake: A Summary by schwarzehimmel, literature

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Swan Lake: A Summary

The ballet opens with a princess running around in a flowing garment. She is accosted by an enchanter, who - why not? - decides to turn her into a swan. The exact reason why he does this escapes me completely. What the hell is he getting out of this? He runs into a beautiful princess, a once-or-twice in a lifetime opportunity, and what does he do? He turns her into a swan. What the hell? Act One takes place at the 21st birthday party of Prince Siegfried. I'm not sure how anybody finds out anybody's name in these ballets if they don't talk. Maybe there is some kind of sign language used exclusively by dancers that other people cannot identify

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Snow by schwarzehimmel, literature

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Snow

There was blood in the snow That day That's what I remember The best I remember how beautiful It was How pure the red against The white My detached mind Managed to make One small connection - That the blood in the snow Was my own. The pure white flakes Continued innocently To fall I don't remember Falling I didn't feel the pain. Just a numbness. The feeling of not being able To feel Was the most horrible part. Just to watch As in a dream My vision going grey. The snow continued to fall. That numbness Is now The only thing I fear. I watched their feet Turn and walk away. The last thing I remember Was the crunc

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Eyes of Aphrodite: Number 1 by schwarzehimmel, literature

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Eyes of Aphrodite: Number 1

Reneé chewed on the end of her brush. Something was missing. She stood back and looked at it. She raised a sculpted black eyebrow. It was no use. She was stuck. She pulled the elastic band from her ponytail and shook free her long sheet of glossy black hair. Hm. Reneé looked at the hair band on her wrist. Pink. She must have picked up one of June's by mistake. She chuckled to herself as she lit her cigarette. The cigarettes were June's too, actually. Ultra Lights. Reneé smoked cloves. But she was out and didn't have time to stop on the way to work. So she took a few from the pack on the dresser. Late for work. Late to stand here and not pa

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Current Residence: Upper Whatchacallistan
Favourite genre of music: Anything good.
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Personal Quote: "Don't crush that dwarf, hand me the pliers."

Favourite Movies

Der Krieger und die Kaiserin

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Dir en grey, X Japan, Dream Theater

Favourite Writers

Shakespeare and Kyo of Dir en grey

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Music, writing, ghost stories, and plotting revenge.

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schwarzehimmel

Apr 13, 2008

Well...

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I need a new ID... how long have I been saying this? I could use a new icon too, I've been using the same one since I joined... hahaha. It's been almost four years since I've been a member of dA. A lot of things have changed since then. I have new friends, new worries, a new direction in my life... And I have tattoos now, instead of just drawing on myself. I can safely say I'm happier now, in general. Well, perhaps that's not the best way to put it. It would be more accurate to say that nowadays I'm just thinking about different things. That which was once the biggest problem in my life is something I no longer need to worry about. I don't

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schwarzehimmel

Jan 31, 2008

Indeed.

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I posted a new poem a couple days ago... iation (https://www.deviantart.com/iation) I have more stuff in my head but nothing much actually coming out. Right now I'm just trying to keep my head above the surface this semester... I'm really, really, REALLY overworked and it's only the second week. Plus, I need a job BADLY. So currently my excuse for not posting anything is being busy, as opposed to my usual laziness. I do want to put up a new devID soon, though. Can't wait for my cello lessons to start up again, and Apple Miner Colony (my band, for those of you who don't know :D ) In other news: This was me in Lit class today: :blahblah: So. Now that I'm back from my fo

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schwarzehimmel

Aug 19, 2007

Hm.

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I want to write. But I've been really unmotivated lately... pretty much all summer. But I go home in a week, so I'm looking forward to that. I'm posting because I spent an extra half hour after work just driving around... and I ended up in my old neighborhood. When my street came up I turned on it and drove past the house I lived in for 15 years. I tried to go there once before and wussed out of it, but this time I really wanted to see it. I'm glad it was dark, because I could pretend it was the same as I always remembered it... the trees are still there, it's still white. The people who live there now changed the garage doors. They have win

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Nova-Swytch

Jun 1, 2009

I miss you so much, you have no idea. You're one of the few things that makes me wish high school never ended.

NosliwIll

Mar 5, 2009

Thanks alot for the fave..I MADE IT TO THE SEMI-finals..and ur the reason i'm in the semi-finals.
hey..could u check out my Tee design Battle 2009 Semi-final submission here:
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fave it if u like it. Keep up the good work.

NosliwIll

Feb 28, 2009

hey..could u check out my t-shirt design at [link] and if u like it could u fav it b4 march 1st. Would be a great help since faves are taken into consideration as well.

THANKS.

NosliwIll

Feb 28, 2009

thanks alot for the fav....means alot especially since you were the 1st person to ever put me on their watch list.

GlasStain

Jan 31, 2008

Your most welcome love.

Rockonteddy

Jan 27, 2008

Good film "Run Lola Run" ........
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Sep 12, 2007

thanks so much for the favorite!