renniemalaika

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Fantasy by renniemalaika, literature

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Fantasy

I am a fantasy When you hear me tell you the things I long to do you can't help but imagine it, fantasize it Every little touch and caress and kiss and nibble. Every passionate detail lingers in your mind so strong you can almost feel my lips on your skin my fingers delicately tracing lines and swirls over your body my tongue on your neck on your shoulder, your chest, your belly my fingernails raking down your back Enticing Heavy breath, ragged breath You want, you need the fantasy. But you would never be seen with me I'm not your type I'm not bubbly, I'm not giggly I'm not a party girl I'm not gullible I'm too serious

Poetic by renniemalaika, literature

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Poetic

What is "poetic?" Are eloquent words that flow like grace from lips poetry? Are vulgar words that render harsh to the ears poetry? Conversation can be poetic. Thoughts can be poetic. And sometimes action can be poetic. Like the way your eyes rape my mind when you glare my way, stealing all peace that had settled in my soul. Like the way a stranger picks up a dropped dollar bill and returns it to the elderly woman who hadn't even noticed it flutter away on the breeze. Like a coke addict all alone in the bathroom staring in the mirror at an unfamiliar face, remembering her childhood. Like how I don't feel like a poet, or artist,

Bitchy by renniemalaika, literature

A Letter to You by renniemalaika, literature

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A Letter to You

I'm not too sure exactly when it was but I do know it didn't take long at all for me to fall head over heels for you. Completely, utterly unattainable and yet somehow near to me, close to my heart as if you cradled that fragile, brittle thing itself. So kind, so sweet, so gentle with my broken existence. You were truly a light in my darkness. Something bright to show me some sort of path could potentially lie waiting for me. A tiny light so far away in a seemingly endless tunnel. I knew I could never reach you, but your existence gave me hope. In my despair, each endless night, I sought refuge in your tender caring. You made

On the Balcony by renniemalaika, literature

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On the Balcony

It's a peaceful evening. Pink receding below the next apartment building, chased by a bit of orange and darkening shades of blue. A low hum is present from crickets and cars. Suddenly children-- no, teenagers with foul mouths-- run by. The peace returns. A slight breeze cools the air and caresses the treetops, making them dance. Dogs bark in the distance. Bass booms from a car in the parking lot across the street. Strawberry wine bubbles in the glass sitting on the table. Stars peek through the blue. It's a peaceful evening.

A Letter to Rowdy by renniemalaika, literature

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A Letter to Rowdy

The best idea I'll ever have was to go to PetSmart that particular day. It was a cold, gray morning and we were some of the first humans there. The cats and dogs weren't quite set up as mom and dad and I walked over to the yellow All Creatures Rescue bus. I held a black dachshund puppy first while the lady handed you to dad. After a minute or two, I passed him to mom and dad passed you to me. When your tiny body squirmed in my arms, I knew I'd been chosen and that your name would be Rowdy. I'd never had a dog before, but it didn't take long for me to learn the meaning of the words "man's best friend." You truly are mine. W

The Fog by renniemalaika, literature

Crumbling by renniemalaika, literature

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Crumbling

I'm breaking I'm breaking Crumbling and falling apart Just to be rebuilt Every day Every day I'm broken down And put back together My emotions are pulling me in every direction I'm somehow centered With the emotions orbiting me Mutual gravitational pull They pull me here and there All at once So I don't move My mind is a vast desert Thoughts wander Trying to find the end A point A reason to continue But where to go? Where do they go? I'm breaking I'm breaking Crumbling and falling apart Just to be rebuilt Every day Every day I'm broken down And put back together Oh, what do I do? How do I contain myself And my

Love Story by renniemalaika, literature

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Love Story

She's the most perfect form of beauty. I look at her, and I'm at peace. I study her features, and I'm in bliss. She's always there, watching me. Even when I'm too busy to give her attention. She's unattainable; I can never quite reach her. But she is always surrounding me. She becomes a part of me. Though, she is not mine, I must share her. I always know what she is feeling. Her emotions are as clear as day. And I feel them with her. She storms and cries, She smiles and sighs, When I die, I hope my heaven is the sky.

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Poetic by renniemalaika, literature

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Poetic

Bitchy by renniemalaika, literature

A Letter to You by renniemalaika, literature

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A Letter to You

On the Balcony by renniemalaika, literature

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On the Balcony

A Letter to Rowdy by renniemalaika, literature

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A Letter to Rowdy

The Fog by renniemalaika, literature

Crumbling by renniemalaika, literature

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Crumbling

November 18, 2001 by renniemalaika, literature

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November 18, 2001

Engrossed in a false reality beaming from a mini window, I escaped my own life if for an hour or two. Chilled and shivering in the air conditioned bus, I cuddled my pillow and it cuddled me back. "For Love of the Game." The baseball landed in the outfield. Suddenly my reality shifted to the right. A brief tinge of confusion danced in my mind. A faint squealing grew but was lost the second I choked on my reality. A thunder echoed. Shards of glass rained inside. Shrieks of terror and pain sliced through the air. Then, everything was still. I looked around. Blood slowly trickled down a friend's face. No one else seeme

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

Mar 1
United States
Deviant for 19 years
She / Her

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Current Residence: Springfield, Missouri
Favourite genre of music: Depends on my mood... Rock, jazz, bluegrass, blues, country, classic rock
Favourite style of art: Horror, macabre, surreal

Favourite Visual Artist

Picasso, Escher

Favourite Movies

Coen Brothers movies, Sin City

Favourite TV Shows

Sanctuary, Parenthood, Grimm

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Korn, My Chemical Romance, 30 Seconds to Mars, Chiodos, Alesana, In Fear and Faith, A Skylit Drive

Favourite Books

Fahrenheit 451, The Host, Wheel of Time series

Favourite Writers

Robert Jordan, Poe, Ray Bradbury

Favourite Gaming Platform

Wii

Other Interests

music, geography, movies, television, school, reading

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renniemalaika

Aug 10, 2013

Creative Wall

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I hit a creative wall almost two years ago. I haven't written or painted much at all during those two years. I have instead been focusing on my school. I am now in my second year of my Master's program. If all goes well, I will complete it in May. It does not leave me much time nor brain power to do many creative activities. These days, I just do cross stitch. I still have ideas swirling around in my head at times. So it is not completely turned off. Hopefully I can get back into writing and painting once I finish school. I look forward to it.

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Aug 10, 2013

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Jul 26, 2011

Devious Journal Entry

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Until recently, the only place I had shared my poem "Anxiety" was here on DeviantArt. However, a few weeks ago I decided to read it at open mic night where some fellow poets came. I have participated in the poetry slams here before, and after reading "Anxiety" my poet friends told me it would be a good slam piece if I acted it out. So this past Thursday, I slammed it. I recited from memory for the first time and somewhat acted it out. I was nervous, so it fed into it a little bit. I am sure I can do better, and I look forward to trying. I also slammed a recent poem, which I am about to submit. It is called "Bitchy." I know this one better an