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About Me Official Beta Tester Wannabe Poet Frankie Drew19/Female/United Kingdom Recent Activity Deviant for 3 Years
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Blue DriveThe evening before it happened  we were in the car,  we were headed for the cinema  and I was reminded  of learning to drive.   
He once caught a horse, my Dad;  a big one, with high hooves  and equine limbs that filled the air,  with nostrils flared.  All animal, all heart and blood,  all scared and furious and free.   
The evening before it happened  I wanted to tell him  I'd rather drive a horse.  Then we'd have that;  something beating and breathing and true,  not a metal, man machine with wheels and  
valves, that change the pitch or the sound. Blue Drive
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Saint PaulWe are female, we are flammable.  Feathered cologne reeks of skies and miles  It makes us retch;  Us skeleton girls with smoking bones.   
I do not care for birds-  the jackdaw and wren.  They locked us underground, grave girls.  We were interred, soil filling our ears;  our cotton, our stuffing.  Earth worms whispered-  "These skeleton trees do not belong,  they will soar past things that are built  they will grow spiny, dry and yellow  sick, sick to the sky.  They will only care for the height."   
We were buried amongst scholars and kings,  Us poets, Saint Paul
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Born AfarWe would be  dark, matter of fact-  I'd turn into Penelope.  Pen-e-lope, like cantelope;  She was ripe, over ripe perhaps,  Withered with the waiting years,  Penny parched from rolling tears-  enough to swim him home.   
If he was water you are stone.  Sandstone. Solid. Something.  Young boys need to cling to. Something.  A summit they can fling from. Something.  A bow to fit the string for. Something.  That's not me but it's something.   
You would be  warm, weighted and one  second son, quite undone  stays. Smiles upon my  wasted weaving fing Born Afar
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You left early, before the rooster could even sing.  Is it his voice or mine you wish to avoid?  (I wish my voice was like fireworks.)   
 
 
 
 
 
 
I felt your skin today. Forgive me if I appear like an octupus  who strives in feverish desire to spread all its tentacles  through eventual pores, eager to breathe the same air they exhale  but sometimes I return to being that young girl who picks  the reddest apples which hang on trees.   
The dress you placed on our bed is the colour of aquamarines  with a hint of pearl on its sleaves. Thank you.  I memo
From Psyche to Eros
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Although I really love this poem in it's entirety, the opening stanza, the one in italics is my favourite part. It's lyrical ...

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i can, i can try  to replace you with sugary tea,  but you were never that sweet  and couldn't blister my palm.   
and besides, you preferred to have  a lemon slice and a kiss with your earl grey  and i've run out of both.   
 
i can abandon rational thought  
and capital letters  but i can't, i can't stop thinking  in drawn-out vowels.  
 
but it's okay, it's okay.  i walked down a hill this morning  and didn't think of you once.
it feels like winter.
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I think a teacher or someone told me a few years ago that the "point" of poetry was to express the inexpressible in as few words as pos...

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If anyone has a piece of poetry they'd like me to critique just note me with a link. I have far too much time on my hands.
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harlot. by ~etre-aime
This is a darkly comic piece with surprisingly poignant and touching undertones. Read it for an entertaining and beautiful experience.

Curdling Milk by =citywings
This poem is strange. And possibly one of the best things I have ever read on deviant art. Be sure to check out the rest of the artist's awesome gallery.


I was featured!


I just wrote the world's longest journal entry over on my prose account and now I feel like I've been away for so friggin' long I owe this account a completely different but similarly themed exposition here. OKAY since we last spoke (11th of August 2008) I have become a fresher at the University of Hertfordshire and done a whole lot of learning about English Literature and some writing for creative writing. They made me do film too but I hated it and it is dropped. I'm one of those snobby people who think films aren't as important as books. Not even serious films. No-one wants your avaunt garde crap put Star Wars back on.

You know what the best part of an English Literature with creative writing degree is? The other people that do it. Not in general, I hate people in general, but there are some that are nice and I'm living with next year and I really like workshopping with them. It made me miss deviant art so much actually, so here I am. God I bet no-one is reading this, it's like singing to myself.

The second module on my course next year is writing the poem. I'm weirdly excited and scared about it considering it's such a way away and feedback on recent stuff I've put up would be so nice, I know I don't deserve it.


Born Afar, a poem from a considerable while ago- I need help with the middle stanza.


Saint Paul, I would love feedback and opinions.


Blue Drive - my newest. I really need some advice on this.


I have two half finished poems in my notebook that I hope to put up in the next fortnight. One is called Family Friend and is about failing exams (do you remember I was supposed to go to Lancaster ha?) and the other is called Swine Flu and it's about a nightmare I had where a headless naked corpse turned up in my bed. You're looking forward to it aren't you. Sicko.

Skin by =pica-ae

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  • Mood: Eager
  • Listening to: Pictures of You by The Cure
  • Reading: Company of Liars by Karen Maitland
  • Drinking: Coffee

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Prose has never been a problem.
I am three quarters of the way to becoming that girl with freakishly long hair

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  • Current Residence: London, or thereabouts.
  • Interests: Being a lazy, messy, smoky, mostly horizontal loser who knows a bit of Shakespeare
  • Favourite movie: Breakfast at Tiffanys, Amelie, Star Wars, The Royal Tenenbaums, I'm not there.
  • Favourite band or musician: Modest Mouse, Manchester Orchestra, Maximo Park, David Bowie, The Cure, Kate Bush, Led Zeppelin.
  • Favourite poet or writer: Shakespeare, Jonothan Safran Foer, Dickens, Virginia Woolf, T.S Eliot, James Joyce, G G Marquez.
  • Tools of the Trade: shit for brains

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=Hope28:iconHope28: Jul 1, 2009, 2:02:16 AM
Thank you for faving Tipsy dear. =3

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*misslucy:iconmisslucy: Jun 29, 2009, 12:33:31 PM
thanks for the fav!
=imaginati:iconimaginati: Jun 29, 2009, 2:54:22 AM
:wave: thanks for stopping by my page!

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~My declaration embedded deep under my skin
A permanent reminder of how it began
No hesitation when I am commanded to strike
You need to know that you're in for the fight of your life
You will be shown how I've become
Indestructible~
~fudging:iconfudging: Jun 26, 2009, 10:06:37 AM
Yaywatch 8D

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5 out of 6 people enjoy Russian roulette.
Never click random links! :typerhappy:
=cheramyn:iconcheramyn: Jun 26, 2009, 10:19:23 AM
I think I need to. You've made me all addicted to your comic and stuff.

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~frankieofthehills

This is the way the world ends: Not with a bang but a whimper
~fudging:iconfudging: Jun 26, 2009, 11:16:44 AM
Whewt :D

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5 out of 6 people enjoy Russian roulette.
Never click random links! :typerhappy:
*betweenthepages:iconbetweenthepages: Jun 24, 2009, 6:37:22 PM
thank you for the fave on consolation lovely
~Cibbwin:iconCibbwin: Jun 24, 2009, 5:06:55 PM
Thanks for the attention, my dear.

Kate Bush! Modest Mouse! Bowie!!!

I think you and I will be fast friends. :D

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It takes courage to enjoy it!
*brassteeth:iconbrassteeth: Jun 24, 2009, 4:30:38 PM
:thanks:

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BT.

"The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away."
— Robert M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintanance
*Grifmore:iconGrifmore: Jun 24, 2009, 2:53:42 PM
You know what? You just bought yourself a ticket on my watchlist. ^___^ Thanks for the comments, and please, keep up the good work =)

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I used to dream of mushroom clouds.
Smoke that could block out the light.
Black flames that could eat the sun.
Replace day by permanent night.

- End Scene, Troels Abrahamsen, WHT
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