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storm, part two by tessuraea, literature

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storm, part two

I kissed her--the storm had made me daring. Then the world broke in two with a noise like splitting wood or splitting air—which it was-- against my closed eyelids I could see the forked, bright track of lightning. It struck a rock so near I could have run to it in a heartbeat. She couldn't hear, but I made her see, and we ran-- I never looked to see if she was behind me or ahead. I ran hard and fast while lightning struck on all sides, through rain too thick for sight, forever.

storm, part one by tessuraea, literature

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storm, part one

His lips were electric; I tasted ozone, sizzling, sharp in the back of my mouth. I didn't know why he broke away, gestured-- the sky had opened into a world of cold hard rain, a world without room for any other sound. I had always loved a gathering storm, had come to the water with him to watch clouds darken, to see salt waves reflect the turmoil in the sky. "It's green," I said, and the sky opened above us-- but he was afraid, because a jagged finger of lightning had kissed a rock in the water just there... He made me understand, and we ran. We crossed a field of ruined hay; a tree fell crashing behind us. I laughed as

Prism by tessuraea, literature

Big Bad by tessuraea, literature

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Big Bad

"What big eyes you have, grandmother!" He bites back a sigh, recites his lines, anticipates indigestion. The walk home is wet. His pay is heavy bills in a thick stack-- not good work but honest, who would tell the tale without the wolf? His wife and cubs are waiting, warm at home. Despite the spitting drizzle, cash a brick in his pocket, his feet whisk him swiftly down a different street-- careful, unseen, ears pricked-- to the shabby door with its worn sign and collection slot: "Widows and Orphans" in faded grey, made shiny by the rain.

wandering by tessuraea, literature

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wandering

I often walk on warm nights, follow the moon's trail until I find a cloud enclosing me in prickle-skin cold. The moon is broken into a million drifting droplets. I am lost in light, silver without source or center, brilliance without end. An owl's hoot is everywhere, soft, thrilling, insistent-- directionless. If I were to speak the fog would carry my words all the way to the moon.

lullaby by tessuraea, literature

Riddle Me That by tessuraea, literature

Riddle Me This by tessuraea, literature

For Kimberley Ann Possible... by tessuraea, literature

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For Kimberley Ann Possible...

There's life within this wood, for wood's alive, allows an artist to find its hidden form and catch a spirit's shape; wood is warm and yielding. So let the artist strive to capture beauty; I'll give it to a friend as beautiful, kissed by the moon's bright beams. By moonlight she dances, safe in the shadows of dreams, then lets the veil of waking life descend. She keeps her beauty close as living wood, but artist's eyes can tease it into light and watch her wish to dance, watch with delight the loveliness she could show, and should. For now, she dances to a hidden tune, a green-eyed, dreaming daughter of the moon.

For Ellen Who Has Six Names by tessuraea, literature

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For Ellen Who Has Six Names

I know a woman far from home and very, very kind; she's gentle and soft-spoken and she shares what's in her mind. She rarely asks for help, although she's always glad to give it, and rather than preach philosophy she's content to live it. Her smiles are quick and so's her heart but her temper's slow, and a secret's safe as safe with her from those who shouldn't know. Search the world from low to high-- no better friend you'll find; I'm glad that she was unafraid to leave her home behind.

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Invitation by tessuraea, literature

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Invitation

I shiver with a song you've left unsung. Your eyes are dancing in the candlelight-- invitation, soft as sugar on the tongue. The bells that greet the evening hours have rung. You words are trapped in courtesy, too polite; I shiver with a song you've left unsung. I am impatient, though the night is young; a scent like longing promises delight, invitation, soft as sugar on the tongue. One touch; you startle as if you've been stung: a fledgling bird preparing to take flight. I shiver with a song you've left unsung. To your warm skin a honeyed taste has clung, a silken sweetness begging me to bite-- invitation, soft as sugar on the

A Gryphon-Dream by tessuraea, literature

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A Gryphon-Dream

As evening's folding curtain yields to night, she sits beside me, soft beneath my hand, unbridled laughter ringing with delight. She beams in darkness, fire in the night. I fade; she glows. I sometimes dream of my far-distant land, a place where time is waylaid as it flows and sunlight softly kisses stone and sand. I wish that I could soar and never land. But here I stay. She rarely dreams, I think, of what she chose-- to never taste the magic of a day lived far away from creeping mundane woes. This life's a shadow, nothing that I chose. I crave the light. She has possessed me, molded me like clay, my sculpted body fired a viv

Comes the Rain by tessuraea, literature

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Comes the Rain

She stood beneath a still and heavy sky and wished she could have flown, then raised her head to listen to the cry a fearful bird had made. Safe from strangers' eyes, she thought she'd cry --her tears were not her own She stood beneath a still and heavy sky and prayed. She stood beneath the angry clouds, alone and twisted the end of her braid; she didn't know, on hearing something moan, it was her strangled cry. The wind, caressing trees, began to moan and shook the sun and shade. She stood beneath the angry clouds; alone? --a lie. She stood and trembled, silent and afraid and knew she couldn't fly, but found the voice to mo

Fantasy Instead by tessuraea, literature

Amalgamate Love by tessuraea, literature

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Amalgamate Love

In our darkness here, my senses sing drunk on sweetness and replete with wine. Like crystal lightly struck our bodies ring. I'll learn to share in every song you sing-- a love unplanned. I sometimes can't believe you could be mine. I stroke your hair, strand by silken strand and bow to taste the flesh I've made a shrine. Without possessing you I've made you mine, without a word. I can feel your skin beneath my hand, strong and delicate as a trembling bird. I wish that we could soar and never land, as, shivering, you rise to meet my hand-- love on the wing. There's no more perfect sound I've ever heard than your br

Dylanelle by tessuraea, literature

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Dylanelle

I flex my wings, although I've never flown; I long to seize the winds, to hear their lore and seek in flight for secrets still unknown. Your hand in mine is strong as salt, as stone, an anchor to embrace and to adore-- I flex my wings, although I've never flown. Each feather is a word; I must atone for words too harshly said--so I explore, and seek in flight for secrets still unknown. Replete with richness in both hue and tone, your words, though few, ring through my very core. I flex my wings, although I've never flown. Revelling, I know that you condone my windborne journey, so for you I soar and seek in flight for secrets sti

Farewell Sestina by tessuraea, literature

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Farewell Sestina

I loved you far too much and far too well and now I don't know how to let you go; still, I wouldn't keep you if I could, for you deserve a better love than me. Yet even as I live my life alone, I crave your slightest touch, a single word. Not long ago, you left me many words, which, though I tried, I understood not well; I only knew that I was left alone, to stand, and then to fall, watching you go away from our tiny home, away from me-- no words explaining how you ever could. I never thought of leaving, never could. I thought that we were bound by more than words, so, when you turned and took your love from me I'm afraid I did

Mingle by tessuraea, literature

skin distance by tessuraea, literature

Invocation by tessuraea, literature

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Invocation

come to me come grasping hands laughing desires give me pieces of succulent flesh mango sensuality come to me come with quiet exhortations and tendencies toward silence come to me come skin crossing chasms darkly velvet give me oceans of solitude and stormcloud freedom come to me beloved intruder reaching, holding give me flesh like thunder in silence come

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Artist // Literature

Deviant for 21 years
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Current Residence: South Portland, Maine
Favourite genre of music: female singer-songwriters, mostly
Favourite style of art: collage/multimedia
Operating System: Ubuntu Linux
Wallpaper of choice: something fractal by sya, usually
Skin of choice: mine, uncovered
Favourite cartoon character: Brak. Or Frylock. Points if you know..
Personal Quote: I believe in the possibility of stability but I think I'm deluding myself.

Favourite Visual Artist

lots and LOTS

Favourite Movies

Spirited Away is still up there. Boondock Saints, too.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Ani Difranco... many others... I love pandora.com right now.

Favourite Writers

Neil Gaiman

Favourite Games

none of them, at the moment

Tools of the Trade

writing utensil, paper, imagination

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Most things are interesting to me.

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tessuraea

Mar 4, 2007

Stopping by yet again...

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I don't come here often, but now that I'm writing again I might make it a more frequent stop. Life is...  life.  I'm in school full-time, and working.  I'm so busy I have very little time to do anything other than class, work, homework, and sleep. I'm married now, which I'm very happy about. It's neat to come back here, now, and browse through old comments and notes, and realize how many people I've had in my life for so long that things they wrote four years ago could have been written yesterday, that our friendship just doesn't change. I am fortunate to be so loved.

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tessuraea

Apr 7, 2005

So... an absence of more than a year?

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Does it make the heart grow fonder?  Does anyone remember me? One of the reasons I haven't been here is that I haven't written.  Now, well--I might not start writing, but at least I can see other people's work, and read over my own.  And perhaps I'll find my muse again, in the presence of so many other artists. I hope so.  I miss my poetry.  I just need to find my way to it again.

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tessuraea

Jul 22, 2003

I'm back!

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Did I mention that? Very sleepy just this minute though. I'm working a *lot* since I moved, so I haven't been online much.  I hope I find more time soon.  I miss writing as much as I did when I first started kicking around here. I made some devpacks, sorting my work into categories...  to make it easier for people who want to read only a certain type of poem.  And also to make it easier for me to find the piece I'm looking for.  :) ************************* ~poetic-forms (https://www.deviantart.com/poetic-forms)  Wow, we've grown!  If you're interested in structured poetry, writing it, reading it, learning about it--please come by.  poetic-forms (https://www.deviantart.com/poetic-forms) is a great group of fol

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Rivertrance

Apr 2, 2007

Thanks for making me your friend

Sya

Mar 7, 2007

Thank you for your comments and for coming back to keep in touch every now and again. How have you been these days?

tessuraea

Mar 8, 2007

I'm glad you're still making art (more than ever, it looks like, though not necessarily on DA--am I right?), because you're one of the people whose work I always look forward to when I come back.

I've been all right. Busy, not writing much--but I'm trying to change that.

Please keep making art I can enjoy and admire, okay?

Anakiir

Mar 6, 2007

Hi, Tess!

Hope you don't mind if I watch you.

I'm not fit to crit, but your writing, it is wonderful.

tessuraea

Mar 6, 2007

You are too fit.

One of the most important things about my writing, as far as I'm concerned, is that it needs to make sense to non-poets. What's the sense to writing poetry just for other poets to appreciate?

So if you read it, and it makes you think of things or feel things, even if you have no idea why, I'm really happy.

Also, your drawing, it is wonderful.

Anakiir

Mar 6, 2007

(Wow, that emoticon is not what I thought it was. Heh.)

travail

Nov 10, 2005

Tess,

You still use the icon I've provided for you!
I'm back, well ... sorta. Come and see me.

J.