GoddessOfThePoke

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A handful of my dreams. by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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A handful of my dreams.

She's beautiful. I can see her, in the back of my mind. Four years old and chasing butterflies in the deep heat of a Georgia Summer. I can feel the heat, and the breeze. I can see the way her curls bounce and spot the brightness of her grey eyes. There's yellow shooting through them. Someday, someone might argue they're hazel. Someday, her doctor might try to tell me they're blue. Oh, but they're bright and lovely and seeing her run inspires me. I bend over my computer, adding a few sentences, tasting the words and smiling as their flavor. For once, my world is perfect. It swims out of focus, replaced by a world of tile and porcelain. A bat

Piece by Piece by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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Piece by Piece

I burn. There's darkness around me, Too dark to see, The chains are thick- Too tight to breathe, And with the flames held inside of me, I burn. I scream. My voice is loud- It cuts through these walls; I yell, it's a siren, Such am amplified call. I can't turn it off- Can't stop it, can't quiet, So with the steam hastening my fall, I scream. I cry. I want to go home- my nails ripping at floors. I want to be done- my fingers bleeding on boards. I cry for the dead- for the dreams laid to rest. I cry for the dieing- beliefs shot in the chest. I cry for myself, all given and taken- For you, for my friends, for Paris of Francais. And when it is

Drown by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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Drown

Darkness. That's what there was- all there was. Darkness. Or maybe she just wished that's all there was. She wished she couldn't hear him- screams half drowned by the water filling her ears. Everything looked green through the water. Through the glass. It muffled her blows, each strike bouncing off it with hardly a thud. The white coats burned into her memory, the faces a blur of shapes. She memorized those blurs, even past the pain. The burned with the coats, somewhere deep in her mind. he was hanging there, barely ten feet away but eternally out of her reach. He couldn't move for the chains. Cuts adorned him. Bruises. Blood. He was beaten a

Stay by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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Stay

You are The light, Breaking the clouds- Banishing the Storm. I am The darkness- The shadows playing In the corner of your Eye. But you are the sweet In a sea of bitter Tears, And the hope At the end Of a tunnel stretched past Years. Yet I, the train coming So fast it makes the Track shake- The tunnel crumble- The hope start to... Break. But it doesn't. It stands. The train gives first- Gone Like smoke and Mirrors. Behind it, Buried the darkness, Covered by the chains, I am revealed. A girl, Tiny, Scared, Reaching in her Fear. And you, The light, The boy- Who sees the girl and Stays. If I show you more- All of it- The demons behind the Closed

Hunger Games, Part 2- Chariot Rides! by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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Hunger Games, Part 2- Chariot Rides!

Tolon was the first one to be finished. He already knew how this part worked so he was one of the few that did nothing to fight it. He was wearing something that mirrored the wildlife in the Arena- something with a tail that curled down around his leg. He made sure they were finished before moving away from the Designer and straight to Brimstone. The Designers seeing him approach an instantly scattering as though trully afraid. "Hello Brimstone."‏ "Hi." He grinned, looking tired. After the day he'd had, he /was/ tired. He was dressed in an outfit resembling coal, his black hair highlighted with red. There's makeup on him- something he'

The Hunger Games- Part 1, Reaping Day by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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The Hunger Games- Part 1, Reaping Day

District 11// Don't The square was packed with people. It was the one day they had no work- the only day they were allowed a break from the fields the whole year and they still had to be up and dressed by dawn for the ceremony. The peacekeepers lined the square, glowering at the people packing it. There were so many some of them waited outside, watching the screens. It was only ages twelve through eighteen inside, all dressed in their best clothes. Girls were seperated from guys, a fact that made the blonde grind her teeth. She faced hell, and she couldn't even cling to the one person she was most scared of losing. Blue eyes swept the crowd

One More Time by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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One More Time

For a lifetime, I've waited. A thousand breaths. A million moments. A billion beats. It's passed, In pounding rapid dances and slow, dragging steps. But each moment, Whether it's run or crept, Whether it's been pain or Pleasure- Cold or, Fire- It's brought me here. Every heartbreak and every Tear. It's forged who I Am. Like fire forging steel. And I would do it all Over again for just one Little thing. The chance, Not even a promise to see you just one more time.

Updated Intro by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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Updated Intro

Ok, so I went looking for the introductions thread because I realized it hasn't been updated in years, and I found nothing. So, I guess I'm remaking it. There are old faces, yeah, but enough of us write, draw, paint, make things, and have opinions for me to feel this is necessary. Call us what you want- people, alters, characters... It doesn't matter. We're here, and no matter how deep we hide, we're here to stay. My name is Josh. I'm tall, muscular, dark curly hair that I really need cut, and dark green eyes. I'm honest, stubborn, and kind but I don't take anyone's shit- including Tori's. And this hiding from Deviant Art stuff is shit. I'm a

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Updated Intro by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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Updated Intro

Society- Dawn by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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Society- Dawn

I've been in cages physically, with bars and doors and locks nothing on Earth could open by force. I've been in cages I made- emotional ones that held me tight, like fear. I've been in cages others made- formed of expectations and dreams and hopes and standards I was held to that didn't quite fit. Of the three, the most constraining is the last. Society. One big cage. It tells you what you should want to do with your life. It tells you you have to get married at a certain age. Have kids at a certain age. Act stupid young. Drink young. It sets milestones everyone has to hit. Tastes you have to have. It sets an acceptable dress size. Shoe size.

The Real Riversong, Part 3 by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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The Real Riversong, Part 3

"Who is he, this man who holds Your heart so close Yet Breaks it like the finest glass So That on your tears you choke?" The words leave you in a whisper, Though they leave her in a Daze So as she turns her head away You Can barely hear her say "The greatest man I've ever known, The best that's ever lived. Doctor Was what he was called when Last I knew him well." Her voice shook on every word- A fleeting, frightened thing that Battered At your heart's hard walls and Tugs At some deep chest Buried deep within your memories- A story of the galaxy Told Strong and good with sighting Sure From great blue doors And through it all confusion sit

Hello Sweetie by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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Hello Sweetie

There's a shadow in my mind. It haunts my thoughts and lurks in the darkness. It's painful. It's heavy. It bears down on the edges first and then slowly eats away at them, tearing my mind apart with the cold, callous meticulousness of a dog cornering a rabbit. I'm powerless. I can't fight it. I can try- I can throw up pitiful defenses and watch as it tears them part too, but in the ende I can do nothing. I can only stare in muted horror and blatant terror as it dismembers my entire thought process and leaves it there in pieces and shreds for me to build back up again. It leaves me shaking and crying and screaming, on and on and on. It leaves

The Real Riversong, Part Two by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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The Real Riversong, Part Two

"Who are you?" The words leave your lips Sharp But too angry. Cold But too low. Her smile grows and her hands rise She shakes as she touches you- Soft Too fragile to be a threat Desperate But hiding it too well to be seen. "You don't remember me." Her voice betrays her Pain- Breaking and choking back the Tears That fell fast from her eyes. Shuch brilliant grey eyes. You can almost believe you've seen them Before. When there was something more than This- The mundane clutter of normal life. "I'm sorry. I don't recall." Even though you speak the truth, you still see her soul Break Behind those brilliant eyes with her Heart Laid bare before y

The Real Riversong, Part 1 by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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The Real Riversong, Part 1

A sound wakes you from your slumber. The softest whiir and a Click. It's too quiet to break the Silence But too unknown to go unheard. You lay there and wait For something else to shatter the sound For it to stop and just Fade Like the fear keeping you still. Light bathes the room, From the hall beyond the door. Brilliant But still frightening. Comforting But still to strange to be real. You stare as the door swings open, Watching as the light turns, Copper, But with flecks of the brightest Blue. The shadows stand still. Slowly, the fear fades away Your feet touch the floor. Hope Blooms like a flower. Fear Runs out the door. You still sh

The Doctor's Wife by GoddessOfThePoke, literature

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The Doctor's Wife

When darkness falls and hope has died, When love has left and truth has lied, When fire burns cold and earth becomes ice, When sound does not carry but silence still cries, And ashes of past blanket the skies, To hide from us all the future's true lies, The present will crumble; The past will decay, And the edges of time will begin to fray, When tapestry's torn and fabric's undone, Then time itself will be re-spun, And held in place by a woman's hands, A woman untouched by Time's rough sands, The truest melody; The most honest pond, The keeper of secrets and the breaker of bonds, The wife of the Doctor; the real Riversong. [A record, found ca

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Feb 23, 1994
United States
Deviant for 13 years
She / Her

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Okay, I guess it's about time I updated this.
I'm a teenage girl who lives somewhere you will never, have never, and can never be.
Unless you're Bekka or James.
Anyway, I'm a bisexual Wiccan, poet, and proud Writer.
I try to get along with everyone (who isn't currently/hasn't ever dated/ing my friends. To my friends boyfriends and exes.... Why the hell are you reading this?! ><
Errrr.... That is all.

Current Residence: .....My house. -__-
deviantWEAR sizing preference: ..... You really think I'm gonna tell you my size? *raises eyebrow*
Print preference: You can have a print preference? O_o
Favourite genre of music: Alternative and pop rock. And wierd music.
Favourite photographer: Raven!
Favourite style of art: Anime!
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: iPod!
Shell of choice: Conch? XDDD
Wallpaper of choice: Whatever cool thing I find.
Skin of choice: Mine.
Favourite cartoon character: L

Favourite Movies

PotC 2

Favourite TV Shows

House; Chobits; Death Note; Fruits Basket; Inuyasha; CSI; D.N. Angel

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Birthday Massacre, Paramore, Pink, AAR, BLG, Secondhand Serenade, ATL, Ludo, and Owl City

Favourite Books

Twilight; The Host; Romeo & Juliet; The Bartimaeus Trilogy; Harry Potter

Favourite Writers

Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allen Poe, and William Shakespeare.

Favourite Games

Amnesia: The Dark Descent

Favourite Gaming Platform

Tools of the Trade

My laptop, Microsoft word, Photoshop, and my mouse.

Other Interests

Writing, reading, OCs, tragedy, anime.... and lots more things I have no room to name.

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GoddessOfThePoke

Feb 5, 2016

Slytherin

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I am not broken. I was broken- so young and so often that I lost my pieces. Looking back, I can't remember what it felt like to be whole, with pieces that were all the same size and had never been broken before. Eventually, I stopped trying. As I grew into my broken shape, running my finger over the jagged edges of the holes in my being, I started to realize I needed to fill them. I needed to at least appear whole. So I sought out pieces. I watched movies, people, shows. I played video games. I read books and I wrote stories. I searched the lands of Alagaiseia and Tortall. I ransacked the works of Stroud, Tolkien, and Rowling. I stole the Tar

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GoddessOfThePoke

Jun 13, 2015

Taking Back What's Mine

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I've spent the last two years pretending to be normal, and it's a farce. It's pathetic. I am not normal. I am NOT NORMAL. I'm sick of it. I can't just sit on a riding mower and KNOW that brake equals clutch. I can't just sit there and panic and KNOW there's a rug in the way. I can't look at a room and see what needs to be cleaned. That's not me. I'm SORRY to disappoint ANYONE but I can't be NORMAL. I can't work under pressure. I crack under it. This is why, for so SO SO damn long, Natalie worked under pressure. I need to drive to the store? All hail Natalie. I need to learn a riding mower? All hail Natalie. I need to act norm

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GoddessOfThePoke

Jun 5, 2015

Medium

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Clairvoyant Clairsentient Claircognizant Clairaudiant Seriously, there's like five of them. Who knew, right? Being about to see what can't physically be seen. Beingable to know what has never been learned. Being able to hear what cannot physically be heard. Being able to sense what cannot physically be sensed. Being one of them is psychic. Being all of them, plus able to communicate mind to mind with dead people, and/or let them talk through you- that's a medium. There's actually a non-crazy word for what I am. One that still described it perfectly without stating that I am batshit insane. This is the first time in more than four

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY! XB

Happy Birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! XB

<3 Awww, thanks! How've you been? It's been ages!

HeartlessHunter13

Feb 26, 2015

Your welcome! XB Tired as usual, milady. Trying to get back into drawing, typing up fanfics, making a new account here (for professional reasons) . . . WANT TO SLEEP . . . the usual shenanigans. Other than that, I'm fine. X3

GoddessOfThePoke

Apr 5, 2015

Well, that's good.

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WebberErikPhan

Edited Feb 24, 2015

Happy birthday! ~Southard