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Beloved Stranger by panda-bearbear, literature

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Beloved Stranger

I imagine Gentle hands, tender kindness Melodious, song- sweetest of all that is heard Deep, poignant- evocative, compelling above all Thus I am saved, find myself suddenly freed No longer constricted by rigid, bleak fears, no longer the deadliest poison So free I might weep, let the tears fall instead of the blood Lachrymose until exhaustion, until dreams and slumber Hypnotized, sleeping in the eternal vice of her songs, her poetry The utopian incarceration I never wish to leave, my freedom manifest in her The surreal caress, transcendent embrace, transcendent comfort No one part of me is free from the debt I owe to her My obligat

Gaia's Eiderdown by panda-bearbear, literature

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Gaia's Eiderdown

Greeted by dew, undulating beneath the dawn's rose tinged sky A sheer eiderdown of dimly glistening moisture Beckoning the gleeful, the peaceful and jovial into its warming folds Only welcoming those who can bear the burden of pleasure The burdens of paradise, harmony and love An eiderdown of dew and spider silk invisible to all but the holistic thus we laid down and slumbered upon its undulating surface Sunning ourselves upon the earth, hidden beneath glossy dew Tickled by the pale fingers of a new sun, turning a merry crimson in laughter and mirth We of such welcomed countenance were lucid and dreaming Despite being truly awake an

Wildflowers and broken wings by panda-bearbear, literature

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Wildflowers and broken wings

"Too beautiful to live, to wild to die" Recurrent themes of this quote will obviously death and lingering survival, actual characters and settings should hopefully differ. The first two are both set in cities though the first in the broad concept of a city and the second in a specific location. First Piece: Faced with a panorama of polluted horizons and concrete; littered with the stains of vitality and decay, Beauty trembles and mourns the famine, the pestilence, and the ignorance. She longs to heal this once great city, to restore the gross buildings to their gilded splendour. Charitably she lays frost in exquisite designs across the pa

The Garden by panda-bearbear, literature

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The Garden

Stong wings beat against the breeze Circulating the air heavy with perfume and poison Saccharine clouds broken up by the flight Of doves and pidgeons Envious, I watch them Coveting their freedom, fleeting though it may be Giddy from the cloudy haze of pollen and scent I bury my head in the sand Warm, moist soil Earthy and rich, glorious like chocolate and sandalwood the musk of nature and glistening droplets of dew saturate me and my slumber I dream of her and him and them all her in their hearts and in mine too and thus I dream and dream and dream to slumber in sickness and silence Damp rains fall in the morning sun soft and

Piquant syrups by panda-bearbear, literature

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Piquant syrups

Heady syrups of piquant taste and fragrance Flowing from the pale buds ready to bloom Fresh petals not yet creased by the weight of life Blushing in the sweet light of noon and glow of spring Adorned by wreathes of smoke and haze Dense clouds of saccharine mist blown from kind lips Laying on the warm earth beneath these fogs and streams Glistening droplets of gold and cream, melting in the noon The air is thick and moist, saturated with the vivid and savoured Each petal and leaf is covered in velvet down Pale and radiant, magnified beneath the viscose waters unbelievable in their beauty and simple elegance The day grows old as the

Pistachio Shells + Melon Rind by panda-bearbear, literature

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Pistachio Shells + Melon Rind

Pistachio shells and lemon zest smouldering in dim embers and charcoal a gentle light, blushing orange and burgundy a gentle heat, a gentle scent of fruit and spring and love she sleeps by the hearth and I at her breast in a knot of arms and legs the dawn rises, its early splendour outshining the flickering embers new realm of soft light and heat the doves in the eaves coo and flutter a soft beating of feathers above window ledge shadows of their flight passing across us darkening the hollows of her cheekbones making navy the sweet violet of swollen lips heavy lids fall and dreams once again take me in a half wakened state I p

Lacklustre memories by panda-bearbear, literature

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Lacklustre memories

She slammed the door and stalked away, away from me, away from home down cracked pavement slabs- bubble gum stains and broken glass swinging gait with rolling hips under scarves, chiffon and lace her hands twist in menacing fists, each pinned tightly to her side I watch her walk away, watch my life follow her down- all the games and lies and thus do I find boxes and beds, memories and long lost loves all tied up in cobwebs and chains, hidden from sight to protect my life to make sure that I remember in glory and in strife- her and those long gone a charred notebook stares at me, crumbling under the weight of ink and blood and tears r

Regret by panda-bearbear, literature

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Regret

Amidst the branches: stripped bare by the bleak winter, bleached by the frost and rain. The wind rustles the brittle skeletons of leaves long fallen, their flesh decayed The sun rises overhead, the flickering rays colouring this grey sepia scene Disappearing, the dark navy of the night; as the tender peach like of the dawn arrives. I remember your love, I remember your lies and thus I run from the truth of the light into the shadows. Swift rains and frost have rusted the chains around my neck and feet, they crumble. Under the weight of our memories they fall just as I did, when you threw me down Still I remember with bitterness and ador

Young and Sweet by panda-bearbear, literature

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Young and Sweet

Closed eyes and bitten lips hidden behind defensive hands the pale flesh is dull and translucent forearms and fingertips puckered with scars torn, bleeding nails chewed and ragged linger among the matted ringlets and tangle of hair shaking a little, trembling and sallow you might think she were sleeping you might think she were weeping you might think she were dreaming but she is not Tendons taut and protruding leaving crevices either side Collarbones curved around the blue veined tendrils revealed as she drops her hands she wraps them around herself, clutching tightly at her ribcage fingers hooked up around the bottom of the

Alice, in the rose garden by panda-bearbear, literature

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Alice, in the rose garden

A heady floral scent, delicate and musky Sweet with sweat and perfume It curls around in transparent tendrils I suck in the air, breath in the air trying to saturate myself with the scent filling my lungs with its dense fragrance I can taste it, almost Breathing in deeply through flared nostrils and parted lips letting my lids fall a little to concentrate on the sweetness and the musk saccharine like overripe fruit and rotting flowers dense and smoky with musk and sweat inhaling every tendril Trying not to lean towards its source, or to fall forwards to bury my face into the crook of their neck where tiny pearl droplets are col

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Beloved Stranger by panda-bearbear, literature

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Beloved Stranger

Gaia's Eiderdown by panda-bearbear, literature

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Gaia's Eiderdown

Wildflowers and broken wings by panda-bearbear, literature

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Wildflowers and broken wings

The Garden by panda-bearbear, literature

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The Garden

Piquant syrups by panda-bearbear, literature

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Piquant syrups

Pistachio Shells + Melon Rind by panda-bearbear, literature

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Pistachio Shells + Melon Rind

Lacklustre memories by panda-bearbear, literature

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Lacklustre memories

Regret by panda-bearbear, literature

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Regret

Young and Sweet by panda-bearbear, literature

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Young and Sweet

Alice, in the rose garden by panda-bearbear, literature

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Alice, in the rose garden

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Deviant for 15 years
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- Guitarist& Bassist (and a dabbler in flute, ocarina and piano)
- Vegan (for health NOT morality)
- Hosiery Afficionado (Honestly I'm developing a very real addiction)
- Penchant for nuts& nut butters
- GirlGamer& Comic Book Reader (DC not Marvel ;) Sandman FTW)
- Witchhunters not Chaos, Alliance not Horde, Nintendo not Xbox
- Practice Poi and Ribbons (also enjoy yoga& contortion)
- Vivienne Westwood is beyond astral, she is transcendant
- Sometimes I enjoy a good mafficking

Enamoured, Enthralled, Enraptured, Ensorcelled, Enchanted, Ensnared:
Memories and Phantasmagoria

Dante's Divine Comedy is without a doubt the most compelling thing I have ever read.
'Christus Hypercubus' is one of my favourite paintings (Dali) another is 'Ophelia' (Millais)
I love the smell of church incense and Chanel Antaeus; in the spring/summer I find the scent of wisteria really piquant; almost heady, intoxicating.

'Find out what's really out there. I never said to be like me, I say be like you and make a difference.'
'Mankind needs a god'
-Marilyn Manson

'Too trusting... Yes? But then women usually are' - Beautiful Child (Stevie Nicks)
'Went forth with an age old desire to please' - Edge of Seventeen (Stevie Nicks)
She says it all really [...]

Ask if you want to know more :)
But remember Peter Green's wonderful song: Oh Well parts 1& 2
"I might not give the answer that you want me to"

Favourite genre of music: Folk Rock, Country Rock, West Coast, Bluegrass, Thin Wild Mercury Sound
Favourite style of art: Biblical, think Gustav Dore
MP3 player of choice: Ipod

Favourite Visual Artist

Sulamith Wulfing, Edmund Dulac, Dali

Favourite Movies

Spirited Away, La Belle et La Bette

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Fleetwood Mac, Dolly Parton, Joni Mitchell, Nick Cave

Favourite Writers

Kafka, Ayn Rand, Nabakov

Favourite Games

American McGee's Alice, Legend of Zelda, Pokemon

Favourite Gaming Platform

nintendo 64. nintendo DS. nintendo WII. Basically I'm a nintendo fan.

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Philosophy, Yoga, Religion, Literature

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panda-bearbear

Jan 4, 2011

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I have decided the time for a fresh start has come Please continue to watch, help and inspire me on: http://Liberty5-3000-Gaea.deviantart.com

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panda-bearbear

Jun 11, 2010

Future Writing

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I've noticed there are a number of recurrent themes in my writing- often I seem to be using similar turns of phrase and imagery. Now although I'm not inclined to be disparaging towards my own work I do admit this is a little tiresome especially with the length of many of my poems so I've decided to start writing some short prose based on a quote. This should at least inspire me towards new themes, imagery and structure. The first quote I intend to use is: "Too beautiful to live, to wild to die" It was used to describe the model Gia around the time Angelina Jolie played her in a TV-Film. At the moment the prose is not Gia themed but I thin

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panda-bearbear

Jun 4, 2010

Summer and Exams

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The end to the exam period is fast approaching I have only until the 21st of June Latin and Maths on Monday, English on Tuesday and a whole bunch more but I can't quite remember One of my friends will have her sixteenth late july (24th) and so we're going to go on a trip then in celebration of that and being free from exams and never having to take subjects we hate ever again On that note I must say I have no grief for the end of year eleven neither it nor the previous year have been especially pleasant I guess the gcse years just suck a  little but with some reconilliations recently it appears only the best is promised and I've b