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Coffee-Stained Letter

May 11, 2011, 10:42:43 AM by ~Kassi-Kamira
Literature / Prose / Non-Fiction / Letters

_{Dear Stranger,

You don't know me. And I don't know you. Maybe it's better that way. But then again, maybe we would be happier if we did know each other.

Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, with the sunlight streaming in the window, writing this letter for you. Hopefully I'll finish it by tonight, so that tomorrow I can take it to the coffee shop on the corner and drop it on the floor, or in your lap, or maybe in the lap of the person next to you so they can give it to you...because they don't seem like the type to read it, so they'll obviously just pass it on.

I like music - except terrible rap. And I love the written word more than most, it baffles some of my friends sometimes. I wonder, do you like to read? I have the tiniest tattoo I've ever seen, it's a tiny fairy on my ankle, but you can't see her unless you're looking for her and know where to look...like a real fairy, they're good at hiding too you know. I saw a fairy once. She was hiding behind the strawberries in my garden. I think she liked how they looked and tasted, because I found a few stems underneath the bushes where she had been, and a solitary strawberry among them with a few tiny nibbles missing.

So, my dear stranger, would you like to stop being strangers? I'll be at the coffee shop every tomorrow in the foreseeable future. Same time, same place? I'm the one with the amber eyes and café au lait skin.

Coffee?
A stranger.}

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_{2011.05.11

I absolutely love this piece. But I find it strange that so many other people love it too.}

Lullaby Daisy Chains

May 26, 2010, 12:39:34 PM by ~Kassi-Kamira
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Family Life / Short Stories

_{You're singing a soft lullaby under your breath as you pop the pearlescent bubbles floating around you. You're tearing tufts of grass from all around you and making daisy chains with grass charms for a tiny bubble-blowing princess to wear as her crowning jewel, but you know she's a queen years before anybody else will and you're worried what will happen once her action figure-loving friends realise that she's an angel and nothing they've ever seen before.

There's glitter shimmering in your hair and you know it will take an eternity to wash it and and the sequins out, but you don't care because there's your personal little sun smiling into your eyes and twinkling away like nothing else in this world.

***

You're watching the sun set and holding a cordless phone and a teddy bear tightly to yourself, waiting patiently for the time when you can finally hear the lilt of her voice without the harsh bitterness that seems to envelop your lives so often now. You're smelling the fresh-cut grass and anxiously twisting a daisy chain into existence while thoughts swirl on the horizon and memories dance in the wind-chimes hanging above your head.

You remember the blue-green of her eyes and wonder what wonderful insights she's finding through them and breathing into the life of this knight in shining armour, and you hope you're both right when you think he's perfect and a saint - nothing to her angel, oh no, but saintly perhaps.

***

You're dangling two shining gold and silver daisy chains in your palms and patiently awaiting the sound of an engine that means your angel has returned to shine some more of her light into your life, they're twin gifts of your reverence and she will know that you love her always. There's silver in your hair too and grass stains everywhere, even a real daisy chain adorns your wrist and you only now think to make her one too when your world turns to gold as the little car pulls into your drive and she falls into your arms.

You see him there, still by her side after all these years and you know - somehow - that the white dress that will make her look more like an angel than ever is ready to have it's final sequin sewn on. You hand her the metal and natural daisy chains, all made by you, and turn to him with a smile.

***

You're wearing a lemon-yellow dress with black trim, yellow for happiness, black for sorrow - because you are sad, like everyone else here, but you are more joyful than most because you finally get to see her safe, guarded by her knight in shining armour. It's pure bliss as you see the purely daisy bouquet trailing his back when they're both wearing engraved platinum bands and beautifully radiant smiles.

You know that she's yours forever, but now you have to share her, and you don't mind so long as you always hold a piece of her heart which is payment enough for the joy she has given you. And you hope she always knows that your heart and soul are infused with her light, forever.}

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_{2010.05.26

This is dedicated to my wonderful mother, but I think it applies somewhat to mothers everywhere - particularly those with daughters.}

Copper and Umber Rice-Paper

May 6, 2010, 11:38:59 AM by ~Kassi-Kamira
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories

_{You're hiding in plain sight on your little island of blown-away copper and umber rice-paper.
                         Drip.
                              Drip.
                                                       Drip.
                               That's the sound of your overhanging branches drooping into the sheet of fractured glass surrounding your islet as they waft in the wind that isn't caressing your soot-stained skeleton.

I'm watching you claw at the ebony and mahogany smoke that's dying the azure sky amber because you're scared that the orange hues that are tainting your reflection will seep into the reality that you think you're living in.

Miniscule movements are sending ripples across the vitreous liquid surrounding your oasis of solitude, but you're peacefully oblivious because you finally noticed the distortion in your image. You're watching the flames and droplets whittle your beauty away until the edges are blurred and
                                                 f
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just fading away into nothingness.

There's little black-hearted rosebuds hiding just beneath the surface of your imperfect mirror. I don't know if you see them, but they're scattered around your reflection and just seeping in to fill the space left by your disappearing spirit.

The smoke is worse now, worse even than your soulless likeness echoing up into the swirls of sable and coal. I still don't know if you're wafting the colours back or sucking them  i n  in _in.}

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_{2010.05.06

This is my entry for *DaniWeewee's Write For Me contest.

Based on:}

Ink-Scarred Fingertips

Apr 29, 2010, 5:29:47 AM by ~Kassi-Kamira
Literature / Prose / Fiction / General Fiction / Short Stories

_{Your tears are beautiful; licking your cheeks like little shards of lightbulb glass as you claw at your face with ink-scarred fingertips. Grimace like the behind-the-scenes of a sleepy lullaby as tiny rubies caress the hollows in your face.

The dawn is coming dearest, and the glittering halo reflecting off the sapphire and turquoise in the bay will turn the gemstones dripping from your jawline to Pegasi, and he'll scoop you up and take you up above the nightmares and sorrow where they can't reach your trailing dreams.

Ribbons flow behind you as rivulets fall from your hazy breath, drizzling sugar across the sweet-stained clouds. Little crystals of amethyst and diamond, nestling in the down of the cushions of the heavens.

The tiniest of droplets whets your appetite for rain so that you can dance in a spider-woven ballgown when your dearest darling envelops you in arms formed of cloud-dust and love's breath.

Little words of love flow from between your thinly-boned fingers fluttering across the keys and gripping the pen like a life-raft as you drown in an ink-flow, glittering arms try to pull you to safety and as you look up you see the grey eyes of the fallacy that is your beloved man of cloud-dust and love's breath.}

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_{2010.04.29

I particularly love the imagery I have used in this piece, although some of it is highly contradictory.}

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Coffee-Stained Letter Dear Stranger,

You don't know me. And I don't know you. Maybe it's better that way. But then again, maybe we would be happier if we did know each other.

Right now, I'm sitting at my desk, with the sunlight streaming in the window, writing this letter for you. Hopefully I'll finish it by tonight, so that tomorrow I can take it to the coffee shop on the corner and drop it on the floor, or in your lap, or maybe in the lap of the person next to you so they can give it to you...because they don't seem like the type to read it, so they'll obviously just pass it on.

I like music - except terrible rap. And I love the written word more than most, Coffee-Stained Letter by ~Kassi-Kamira

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I Know You. But I Don't. Dear...

I know you intimately yet not at all.
I know that your love of the written word is unfathomable to everyone around you. I know that your favourite colour is purple, but that there are two shades that you can't decide between: a deep, rich hue reminiscent of a Parisienne boudoir...and a soft tone somewhere between lilac, lavender and violet. I know that your favourite flowers are orchid, jasmine, rose and frangipani, in that order, but that lavender is your favourite scent other than lemongrass; and that frangipani is only on that list because it was your first his' favourite. There have been more him's and he's now than I care to cI Know You. But I Don't. by ~Kassi-Kamira

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Alcoholic Stars I wanted to kiss the tears from your eyes, but you beat me to it by kissing me instead. It started raining and I couldn't tell the difference between your tears and sky tears anymore, but it didn't matter to either of us because our hair and clothes were clinging to our flesh, trying to evade the downpour [I still don't know which one] and tangling themselves together.

We lay in the grass together, watching the stars dance and stumble. I asked you why they were so dizzying and you told me it was because they were drunk, but you wouldn't tell me what they'd been drinking no matter how much I pleaded with you. Your price was a kiss but I coulAlcoholic Stars by ~Kassi-Kamira

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_{This is a collection of some of the art that I love around dA.

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You know you're my once in a lifetime
Once In A Lifetime - Gregorian

live.love.breathe
Writing is therapeutic. Very.
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Red sky at night, sailor's delight.
Red sky at morning, sailor's take warning.

I like the word awesomesauce. It's awesome. Also phantasmagoria.

I don't like people wasting my time. It's different if I waste my own time though.

Oh, and in case anyone's wondering why I go through bouts of posting deviations like mad...it's not because I have a stack just sitting waiting to be uploaded. Nah, I upload as they get finished. Which just goes to show how fast inspiration can strike and get typed up. Wow.

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Exhaustion

Journal Entry: Sun Jun 12, 2011, 3:40 PM

_{I'm running out of patience
'Cause I can't believe what the hell I'm hearing
And speaking of hell, it don't compare to this heat
That I am feeling
Breathe Slow - Alesha Dixon}

So the ever-lovely !lonealphawolf, aka Raven, has donated a premium membership to me.
_{thought i should mention it}

I am currently absolutely knackered, completely dead-beat. I'm finding it impossible to sleep because my thoughts are so loud they could easily pass for a steamliner's foghorn. In fact, I haven't slept since some time yesterday morning…it's now 6am, and I have to leave for school in around an hour…maybe an hour and a half, tops.

Also, I have around…two weeks of school left, and then: SUMMER!

But because I'm doing IB, I shall have work to do (fun…not). But I shan't be with the complaining [much] if I can help it [at all].
I shall [hopefully] be making a film during the summer, as well as [obviously] working on my school stuff. It should be around seven minutes long, since it's a [self-motivated] project I'm doing to supplement my IB Film Studies coursework. [If] Once I finish filming and editing, and I'm happy with it, I'll post it somewhere, and anyone who's interested can have a looksie. Hope you're excited now.

Now, onwards and upwards, and here go some features, just because.

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Fashion Of His Love by *SongOfTheDay | Shades by ~fhrankee | I Want Your Heart by ~MissMarco

You knew. .. by *addy-ack | Bloom by *t-o-n-e | Extravagance by ~xKimJoanne

l i t e r a t u r e - f e a t u r e s

teenagers i am in a plastic bubble and the things that were once close to me are now very far away. fingers are tripping over the piano keys and she's trying to find more meaning and more inspiration. this isn't about morals, its the question of whether you can fall asleep to the sound of her crying [knowing that you caused the tears]

i am searching for a path that might never be found. i am running and screaming and crying and part of me knows that i'm crazy - but the other part of me knows that i can fix it. because no matter what, things can fix themselves. no matter what i'll still be okay.

bullets are going through her head again and she doesn't |

Flame and Ash Monster.

The faintest whispers of accusation still hang in the air. The word wraps itself around her slender neck, coiled and tight, like a snake: fangs bared and ready to strike. She lets its venomous teeth sink into her chest, sending poison straight towards her non-existent heart. It vanishes as a wisp of smoke rises.

"Child."

She ignores him. Before her, the warehouse is ablaze, bright orange fire eating every brick and plywood. It is a beautiful sight. A smile forms on her cracked, bleeding lips: a smile of triumph as the sweet taste of vengeance spreads. Who is there to challenge her? Not even they can. She remembers them st |

Don't Cry, Brokenhearted I'll hold that doll in my hands

like holding a hundred thousand memories      [They're breaking like falling mirrors]

of soft spring rains and summer suns

while autumn leaves scream     [So come to me, sick and weary heart]

and I'll fall back into the red       [Like the pools of blood in my body]

only to be consumed by icy winds [That form where they're not meant to be]

someday I'll learn it's best to be alone
teenagers by ~imaduckyrawr | Flame and Ash by *thestaccatobutterfly | Don't Cry, Brokenhearted by ~Seraph-Rose

love has calloused fingers three am
in the morning.
were sitting
back to back.
im wondering
where your
heart is
hiding.

listening to your
calloused fingers;
i wonder
where
your mind
goes, when you
run your hands
across the
neck
of your
guitar.

the chords
replace your
voice-
for now.
im
wondering now
what makes
you tick.

im wondering
how you
keep your
secrets,
in a crowded
room, when
youre so
close
to everyone.

im wondering,
its five twenty-three
in the morning,
what keeps
us
going.
love has calloused fingers by ~Silent-Lulliby

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Also, go give #theWrittenRevolution and #Xpose-it some love as well - if you don't know about either of these two wonderful groups, shame on you. They're choc-a-bloc with lovely people and wonderful art. So go investigate! And fall in love [all over again].

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Mood: Tired
Listening to: morning noises…like birds
Reading: Like Water for Chocolate - Laura Esquivel

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