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dA Love| Call me Zanne. I've also been referred to as Kis, Kisi, Kissy, KissyKiss, Perviwhore - but feel free to come up with something new and amusing. My ultimate goal: To be a successful novelist [i.e. I can live off my writing - I don't mean J. K. Rowling rich] Material desire: A DSLR camera - not a Nikon Coolpix [though I do love my Nikon Coolpix P5100] Obsession: Cats. Specifically, my retard of a cat Typhoon. Although I've been on dA since September 2005 [~Roca-Muffin], I only really started getting into it around late December 2008. You can usually find me in #devart. My greatest irk is disrespect. Have fun figuring out those boundaries. Or just NOTE me. Unless you absolutely have to be anonymous, please contact me before gifting subscriptions. I may want to donate to another deviant. |
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Poetry
Self PortraitBrown eyes, brown hair, and a smile. No, not a smile. They always look too fake, too measured and posed.Self Portrait
Glasses, dark plastic frames, and lipstick. No, never lipstick. Chapstick. Only on Halloween will there be makeup.
Pale. Always pale. Rings so dark they go from being "tired" to "blacked." So pale.
Sad? No, not quite. No corner-to-corner grin, but those brown eyes gleam with their own smile, of sorts.
No paint but flushed against pale.
by =KisayaMyst
World's Dumbest CatI Am the Owner of the World’s Dumbest CatWorld's Dumbest Cat
You will undoubtedly call the feline a graceful, natural born acrobat, but allow me to introduce the red- handed coward, always very afraid and guilty, a small girl whom I adore: Typhoon, the idiot cat. She spots string,
only to run from a shadow, the string a thing forgotten, an abandoned line on the kitchen floor. Peering ‘round the door, she crouches—pounces! and both her paws bat simultaneously, causing the frayed thread to win the fight. Typhoon blushes red
with shame under her
by =KisayaMyst
You Give MeYou give me no scented perfume nor flowers because I will sneeze; no cakes nor cookies nor chocolates because I will itch; no glistening champagne nor deep red wine because they will not mix well with my medications; and I was never fond of the taste anyway.You Give Me
You give me no budded nor looped earrings because I will lose them anyway; no golden, silver, diamond ring because my knuckles will ache; no thinly chained nor tightly choked necklace because already my medical tag takes that place; and I was never fond of jewellery anyway. &
by =KisayaMyst
Small VictoriesA week ago I learned why my thoughts ache. Still no one knows a cause for my ill skin, why when it’s cold my arms turn sickly red defying what they say is “normal”, and nobody seems to know why I shiver, and with doubled fear I forget to breathe.Small Victories
Only with my lungs stinging do I breathe again; I try rubbing away the ache growing in my wrists again. I shiver to think why flesh becomes scale-patterned skin— a strange sight with unknown origins—and pale white snakes below a dulled scarlet red.
Yesterday I learned why my skin goes red &n
by =KisayaMyst
CharredHe sits alone, Inhales deeply, And a then a thin strand Of pale smoke escapes Pale lips.Charred
The chatter is white noise For both of us, Something we share, And I wonder if We have anything else in common.
The smell of tobacco Stings my eyes and My nose and My throat As I walk by him.
He takes no notice of me, Only stares at the ashen tip Of his cigarette. Would he have noticed Had I kept my gaze Trained on him longer?
Small steps on concrete Deafen my ears as I push Forward through T
by =KisayaMyst
The Last October MidnightWhen bountiful, our goddess October sadly, with certainty, approaches death and gray clouds give way for her cousin Moon. The star children dance to light the evening and the horizon melts into midnight. With fear the wind cries chillingly for blood.The Last October Midnight
And yet, despite how the scene may chill blood, we cherish the presence of October and the cool winds she breathes into midnight. Even falsified effigies of Death are able to dispel cider’s evening warmth as hands share kindly below the moon.
And oh! what beauty we see with the moon lighting the harve
by =KisayaMyst
Prose
Melville Norris Gilman for teaBefore each author lay a copy of his or her text, but each would remain untouched throughout the afternoon. That sat quietly taking in their tea for some time, but at last Melville cleared his through with an abrupt “eh-hem” and drew to him the attention of both Gilman and Norris. A small curve appeared in the corner of Gilman’s mouth. “Mr. Melville, you quite remind me of Mr. Bartleby’s employer.” “Pardon?” he nearly cried with offense. “Silence, dear sir, is perMelville Norris Gilman for tea
by =KisayaMyst
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- Interests: writing, photography, reading, kiln-formed glass
- Favourite band or musician: Suzanne Vega, Carbon Leaf, Joseph Duemig/The Window Theatre
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative/Pop/Rock/Indie
- Favourite artist: PoisonSO, IshaNee
- Favourite poet or writer: PoisonSO, Orson Scott Card, Ursula K. LeGuin, T.A. Barron, Taylor Mali, Billy Collins, Shane Koyczan
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- Favourite style of art: Writing & Photography
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- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Shell of choice: Bullseye Glass hat
- Wallpaper of choice: Posters
- Skin of choice: Nold
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Personal Quote: My metaphor is bleeding! | We're winning, zero to nothing.
- Tools of the Trade: Keyboard + Word | Nikon Coolpix P5100 | Bullseye Glass & Paragon Kilns
- Email: zanne.lit@gmail.com
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