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Ophelia. by lutharen-lamath, literature

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Ophelia.

Oh! The world hath been cruel to me. By what water nurtures me presently It has often mocked me. She lures me with her material gleam And yet as I reach for it, naught is gained but all is lost. She escapes my fingers and by that She runs: Her road exhaust of rhythm and joy And my existence spent therewith. Hear not the stream and reject Her lies. Her mendacious nature seeks to speak so, but turn away! For Her laughter as She falls to far fathoms Are built upon these tears of mine. Sisters in fate but differ in nature, These hath my soul coursing its being And shall go to where I lead. Lies. The bed of my looming sleep. Li

Eyes Shut. by lutharen-lamath, literature

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Eyes Shut.

She wondered where he was. Eyes shut and a strong, steady breath; pulsating. He lay there and they simply were. No words, no judgments, and no need to fill in the lingering silences that were widowed by a passion long gone. She looked at him and at the light that spilled onto his skin. They hadn't had a moment like this since it began. The air was dry and it was hard for her to breathe. Every draw of breath pierced through her lungs and pulled her reluctant body upwards. He was sleeping, his back towards her, but she was feeling as if there was a connection there that decided to latch onto them by some whimsical wish. Was it happiness? Was t

Isobel by lutharen-lamath, literature

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Isobel

My name's Isobel. Betrothed to a dream, A hope of days gone by That I do not spend counting The hours. The sands of it Suffocate me. Drizzling so slowly Like the ever looming rain, thirst Quenching rain, down the fathoms Of my parched throat. Each grain jeering At my foolishness. At the stupidity Of coming off that high horse I held so dear. The grains washed Away that horse. Engulfing that Safeguard with ferocious speed. Almost as quick as the daylight That trickles by and steals the night. The night behests me, wields Breaking power over me to do as ye will. Do as ye will. That is to put your hands Around my neck, though

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The Missing Piece by lutharen-lamath, literature

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The Missing Piece

Time over looks us, Its sands slipping through my fingers, Each grain fits so perfectly, Like your hands. The world surpasses us, Each fabric lost in its meaning, Looking so deep into my soul, Like your eyes. The wind gently cradles us, The breeze in a dance with my spirit, Holding me so tightly, so safely, Like your arms. The sea setting us to a rhythm, Pulsing with the beats of my heart, Swaying me to completion, Like your soul.

The Gift by lutharen-lamath, literature

The Gift version 2 by lutharen-lamath, literature

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The Gift version 2

Spotlight, All eyes on you, Feel your breath quicken, As you draw your strength from attention. Silence, Drink it up, Before you let it out, Let your emotions out as music. Oh! And it is heard, Every vowel scrutinized, Experienced like you can never yourself. Beauty, Heavenly earthbound, Like a leakage of your soul, Flooding the hall of ears. Blood, Pulsing with adrenalin, Rushing through you, calling, Calling for you to keep going, keep dazzling. Words, Hardly remembered, Forgotten as an instinct, It's your heart that's speaking. One note, Held on until the impact comes, The music stops but a new wave takes over,

One World by lutharen-lamath, literature

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One World

In my heart, My heavy heart, I carry the pain, That I see. In my eyes, My clear eyes, I see the world that, No one can see. In my fist, My bleeding fist, I show you the world, As it is. In my voice, My raspy voice, I shout out the words, No one can hear. In my tears, My ever-flowing tears, I reflect the hate, Of rejection. In my soul, My crying soul, I give the love that, No one gives. In my strength, My worn out strength, I hold the world as, One world.

The Journey Home by lutharen-lamath, literature

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The Journey Home

Goodbye, Ensued by a longing stare, At the door in which you entered, Like another world. Without me. The wind laps at my feet, Like the same that took my breath away, The one created by you, Unknowingly. In your heart. Thoughts of you, Only you, that my existence depends on, So similar to the home-like water, I live for. It\'s like a thirst. Footsteps, Like the beating of my rhythmic heart, As I keep thinking of you, I can't stop. Unquenchable. Home, But not exactly, not without you, Time grows too long when I am, Separated. It's my demise. Morning, The frantic shrieking of the phone, Soothed by only your voice, M

Addiction of All Sorts by lutharen-lamath, literature

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Addiction of All Sorts

Addicted to your adoration, Loving you in oblivion, Of all that is around us, Isn't there only you and I? I fell in love with our silence, The simple static between us, Lit silently without a word, We never needed the words. I seem to thrive upon your touch, The shocking sensation of life, Returning into my system, Like lightning through my skin. Digging in for more sweet words, Like the greedy child that I am, Filling me completely, With all that I could ever need. I need to stop such addiction, This addiction of all sorts, This has taken me over, I'm taken without a fight.

Angela-s War by lutharen-lamath, literature

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Angela-s War

The hidden deadly enemy, That delves under your skin, It couldn't be your fantasy, When it makes you turn and spin. Their weapons are their numbers, That binds you in your mind, You then search for the answers, Any that you could find. Your kingdom for those few pounds, A reward to lose them all, Your kingdom for defeating them, You vowed to never fall. Holding strong in your blind faith, That beauty is to the bone, Disregard what they say is safe, You're in this all alone. The enemy slowly fades away, But then, dear, so did you, Who was once a beauty in her days, When she was a fuller view.

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Zeitgeist. by lutharen-lamath, visual art

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Hong Kong
Deviant for 21 years
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Current Residence: Edinburgh
Favourite genre of music: All, as long as the music is good.
Favourite photographer: suusje!
Favourite style of art: Art Nouveau
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Favourite cartoon character: Samurai Jack

Favourite Visual Artist

Frida Kahlo, Salvador Dali

Favourite Movies

Kill Bill and far too many more.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Fleetwood Mac

Favourite Writers

Oscar Wilde, William Blake, George Orwell

Other Interests

Music, Art, Singing, Dancing, Writing, Philosophy

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lutharen-lamath

May 2, 2010

Devious Journal Entry

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And I'm back. Though I do not know for how long. Each time I return, I feel as if I've fallen into a vat of wine. I feel drunk on the past, the sense of creativity. Do I still have it in me? I've merely channeled it elsewhere. I still appreciate every comment, every bit of love shown. Thanks for the support. And when the poetry and the photography returns. It all shall return. I cannot believe its longevity.

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Oct 13, 2006

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Oct 6, 2006

Tanguera.

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I've been on here for three years?

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LeonardShy

Mar 5, 2010

helo, if you know anyone kindcreative worth a room now available in a Musik/artist-flat in the old town,,contact me (in Edinburg

monie-mackenzie

Nov 4, 2009

I instinctively like your writing; it’s captivating, quietly beautiful, effortless, enduring. I can offer no higher praise, and avidly await other works.

lutharen-lamath

Jan 27, 2010

Thank you for your amazing support! I haven't been on for such a long time, but I really do feel honoured that you enjoy my work. Thank you again, bless you!

StudioBueno

May 18, 2007

Thanks for the favorite!

thank you ...

I just realized that you haven't updated your age since you were 17 hehehe... I'm sort of really looking forward to seeing more of your stuff on dA.

Vector712

Jul 31, 2006

Well, what to say...

I'm really impressed in your work to say the least. You say you just dabble in photography, but I'm sure you are better than I in every way. You said you do a different type of photography, but you have done everything I do and more.

Artistic skills are among of those talents we either have or don't. I would like to encourage you to keep developing your skill and creating art.

You've probably seen the last of me, (at least for several years) but I look forward to seeing more of your work and hopefully speaking with you more soon.