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when i heard the learned astronomer. by la-nausee, literature

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when i heard the learned astronomer.

when i heard the learned astronomer, when the proofs, the figures, in columns before me, the coy smile of a young-at-heart galaxy leaving only trails of red kisses burning like a shy lover taking back a step, running a bit away to taunt you closer peeked over her shoulder behind a colossal tree. when i heard the learned astronomer lecturing in her voice the gleam of stars keeping her awake at night, the resonating hum of the harmony she chases after all universe seems to collapse on her chest, lost in a per

if life was a cliche by la-nausee, literature

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if life was a cliche

if life was a cliché, i could tell that it feels like heaven in here. marks of your presence, lingering in the air like love letters, shopping lists for the most important dinner party of your life or death announcements. that it feels like heaven, thinking of your hands slowly moving, a thousand raindrops against the moon-soaked windows at a vivid lisbon night, we are dancing in the rain, your lungs gasping for more air to tell i love you, i feel like i'm shedding my worn-out cuticle to grow wings. if life was a cliché, you would teach me the feeling of walking on clouds. if life was a cliché, i would not be lying in

harder. by la-nausee, literature

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harder.

i feel dizzy with the warmth of the pebbles under my feet. living is hard, but dying is harder. one day, we will die. though it sounds so big and pretentious and such a lie but it will be on quiet evenings and cold wars. it will be between children's laughs and those trees that bloomed so beautifully but too early and all withered. we won't even know next winter. one day, the sickening fear will become something we can't heal with cheery coffee fortunes. that day, i will want to crawl beneath your words for shelter. your words like seeds, once planted they stand tall and invincible and out of the loop of time. i will be afraid. kind

Heaven by la-nausee, literature

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Heaven

You know the nagging feeling in your stomach, the one that always gets you in an old, gray, rectangle building? The one engulfing you as you try to tell your destination apart from many others that equally lack character? The one that validates itself when, after rummaging through corridors -the walls of which are invariably lined with footprints at the bottom- and flying through staircases, you end up in the wrong place? Being the shitty navigator that I am, I had thought I would be spared from this personal hell of mine when the screen of the ticket vending machine dryly announced that I was admitted to heaven, seconds after I placed my ha

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Glorious Winged Ones by fvardar, visual art

Glorious Winged Ones

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About fvardar

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Artist // Hobbyist // Photography

Apr 17
Germany
Deviant for 13 years
twitter.com/mindthecapulcu
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Remember,remember,the fifth of november!
The Gun powder, treason and plot.
I see of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot.
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And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor,
Shall be lifted - nevermore!
-Edgar Allan Poe
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Current Residence: Stuttgart

Favourite Visual Artist

Heath Ledger, Jackie Chan, Johnny Depp

Favourite Movies

V for Vendetta, The Number 23, The Dark Knight, Sweeny Todd, Wall-e

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Evanescence, Zaz, Haggard

Favourite Books

Cages of Steel

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allan Poe , Isaac Asimov

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Feb 5, 2014

Rambling

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Umm.. Hi.    I really don't know why am I doing this but, yeah. I'm not a usual writer, I don't usually write things. I just sit in front of my keyboard and start rambling. I have no clue how this will end so bear with me till the end.    First off; why am I writing in English, although my main language is Turkish? I have no clue, but I often think in English when I have nothing to do. Benefits of 13 years of English classes. Why don't I think in Turkish?! I'm feeling much more free when writing in English even though it's not the best way to express myself. Maybe because I'm ashamed of my identity, my community and the lack of stability i