LeonieSainteVire

Pirate Queen

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And so she dances...Chapter 1 by LeonieSainteVire, literature

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And so she dances...Chapter 1

Love. Just when you are least prepared for it, it sneaks up behind you, and robs you of everything. Sure, we all read dime store romances. You know, “eyes meet across the room and two hearts collide.” (Yeah, that drivel.) It is great fodder for moonlight wishful thinking, but c’mon! That shit never happens in real life. Until it does… And there was nothing romantic about it. Just two people colliding in a crowded bistro. I dropped my manuscript, clutching my laptop while his coffee stained shoes inked footprints on the scattered white trail of my words. I wanted to kill him. He did not even apologize. Funny,

And so she dances....a prologue by LeonieSainteVire, literature

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And so she dances....a prologue

Darling… I began your letter at the stop sign, and then lost it in a traffic jam. You would have rolled your eyes at the mess, so I tried to imagine you sitting beside me. That’s what did it, of course. I had a perfectly good sentence, and it went right out the window with sentiment. So there I was trying to redeem myself by writing a poem, but apologetic prose does not like to share. I had grand illusions–something about a word on a breeze (how cliché) wandering past a car full of screaming children and a businesswoman on her iPhone. There were soccer stories, a brief pause for some strik

Time by LeonieSainteVire, literature

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Time

my life is measured by tics of a clock… the real world a series of alarms events labored in minutes parenthesized in seconds yet my heart disdains to answer rejecting such constraints… beating its own drum keeping rhythm with a song known only to itself. you stopped the tics… you stopped my clock the sand stopped flowing within the hourglass of my heart so that I have nothing left to say… no answers for the questions of Time i only remember you in my life the memories of happiness that you brought you were a bouquet when all I had were wilted dreams i kiss you from a million miles away hoping …

Platitudes... by LeonieSainteVire, literature

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And so she dances...Chapter 1 by LeonieSainteVire, literature

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And so she dances...Chapter 1

And so she dances....a prologue by LeonieSainteVire, literature

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And so she dances....a prologue

Time by LeonieSainteVire, literature

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Time

Platitudes... by LeonieSainteVire, literature

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these days by YouInventedMe, literature

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these days

a laundromat afternoon and no one is safe from my imaginings (such fragile things!) these sneaking tendrils of need painting strangers with a soft brush nerves aflame until our time's up please pardon but might we discuss the task of turning me to us in moments passed unmasking trust I know it's fast but fear we must amass these passions stacking up our insides asking to combust a past that's lacking proper touch these forms in which our dust is stuck a loneliness outlined as such I'm much too much or not enough the dryer dings so I stand up silently and exit

No words by Jade-Pandora, literature

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No words

The coming dawn, a heavy drowse of fog and beach's loss of memories from yesterday where summer's laid its final pall o'er castles washed aground. And as each footprint leaves its mark and just as quickly fills, avert my eyes in time to see undulating shoreline dunes, the chevron wings of gulls. I contemplate in shrouded light while I alone eclipse where sand crabs scuttle in the wake of early morning mist. And how my mind is set adrift like waves that crest ashore without the anchor of their roots when low tide pul

Three words by Drakard-14, literature

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Three words

In the first instance I didn't say it Because I wasn't sure Some people have endless hearts Mine is a cloistered nun Weak and old and finite It must be selective In the second instance I couldn't say it Because I was afraid Some people have iron hearts Mine is of frozen glass Cold and sharp and brittle It must be protected In the third instance I should have said it The time was never right Some people have reckless hearts Mine is a sentinel Silent and watchful, wary It remains collected In the fourth instance I could have said it Because it's all I knew Some people have calmer hearts Mine is kindling aflame Scorching, consuming, joyful Wh

Orion by Poetrymann, literature

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Orion

Let the stars make their protest; let them trip us roughshod and unkempt - Orion is at our side tonight, and the dust from long ago settles on this side of heaven. The air is spangled here - it rests upon us in a silver tallith unravelling across the vaulted sky and lingers where our fingers clasp. We have lost the moon, that wanton keeper of lies and wishes only virgins make in summer; and night, that naked warrior, blushes in this unkempt heat and holds our senses hostage.

I should have written more poetry about you. by 91816119, literature

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I should have written more poetry about you.

Lost in your embrace into your chest she collapsed, caved against your collar-bones weighed down by stones in her pockets. And her hair filled your eyes tickled your neck with her lips, shuffled the deck while she unbuckles your favourite trousers the darkness swallowing the discarded clothes to the sound of swallows congealing in the dawn. And you, a frightened fawn stark naked, captured by her eyes ribs interlocked and fingers heaving in the tide of bedsheets, push and pull - stand tall for me, stand tall, for me, my peace of mind tease out the knots in our heartstrings. She won't love another she won't cut your words from her walls;

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Wooden Crates by LeonieSainteVire, literature

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Wooden Crates

It was a night not unlike many other nights. Jeb sat watchful, his hands idle upon the oars of his skiff, while aboard the Green Myst, wooden crates were hoisted from below decks and loaded onto similar waiting skiffs. Methodically, one after one, the ship disgorged its cargo. (Cargo: loosely defined as the value of coin collected by the simple moving of these crates from the Green Myst to the shoreline.) Horse drawn wagons waited upon the banks to carry the cargo to warehouses on the wrong side of Savannah where the wooden crates were burned, the contents safely inventoried. Jeb could not help but notice the name burned in heavy black ink

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About LeonieSainteVire

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May 17
United States
Deviant for 18 years
She / Her

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Brush Lover: Early DeviantArt muro brush adopter

My Bio

Current Residence: Rose Garden
Favourite genre of music: I like it all...except rap...
Operating System: The Golden Rule
Skin of choice: my own?
Personal Quote: "Love is so short...Forgetting so long."

Favourite Visual Artist

Pino, Jose Royo, Henry Asencio, Anthony Tamburro....

Favourite Movies

Shakespeare In Love: Pirates of the Caribbean: Finding Neverland; The Libertine;Last of the Mohicans

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

My tastes are too eclectic to single out

Favourite Writers

Pablo Neruda: Ayn Rand

Favourite Games

Risk

Tools of the Trade

quill and parchment ( a fine blade when need be!)

Other Interests

Writing, Art, Dancing...the average life of a Pirate Queen

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LeonieSainteVire

Oct 17, 2009

Invocation to my Muse

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.: Idle Musings of a Random Mind :. How do you come up with your ideas to write? Are you standing in the shower? Walking down the street? Listening to music? I have experienced flashes of insight in so many weird and unexpected ways.  Ironically, the least of these is actually sitting down at my keyboard. Example: I was on my treadmill, listening to Josh Groban, and suddenly I was writing sentences in my mind. Perhaps that release of endorphins lubricates my creativity. Who Knows? .: I Would Like to Bring to your Attention :. Please take a moment to view the works of these very talented deviants: YouInventedMe (https://www.deviantart.com/youinventedme), LadyLincoln (https://www.deviantart.com/ladylincoln)

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LeonieSainteVire

Jul 21, 2009

10,000 + page views...wow...

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.: Idle Musings of a Random Mind :. Wow...over 10,000 views.  I am amazed...and grateful...to all of you who have taken the time to watch me.  I will try to be more deserving of your notice. I am trying to find my muse... Life HAS been chaotic, and I have been creating, but not for here...not for Dagny, or Leonie, or any of my other patient characters.  I promise to do some soul searching and re-discover the magic.  I need some magic. Anyhoo...I saw this on ~denlm (https://www.deviantart.com/denlm)'s journal and thought I would give a try. I added a twist in that I tried to find links to all the songs if anyone is interested in listening. Post one of your own, friends

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LeonieSainteVire

Apr 14, 2009

Mad World...

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.: Idle Musings of a Random Mind :. And I find it kinda funny I find it kinda sad The dreams in which I'm dying Are the best I've ever had I find it hard to tell you I find it hard to take When people run in circles It's a very, very mad world... ... mad world Children waiting for the day they feel good Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday Made to feel the way that every child should Sit and listen, sit and listen Went to school and I was very nervous No one knew me, no one knew me Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson Look right through me, look right through me And I find it kinda funny I find it kinda sad The dreams in which

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Happy Birthday!

Thanks so much! ::hugs::

RyanIsABigNerd

Feb 10, 2019

Swords colored with roses, given to a court. Undying loyalty of an irish blacksmith. Sionly was such a home for him. Hope you are doing well.

~Ryan
(Ryan Kincaid)

LeonieSainteVire

Feb 11, 2019

::smiles::I am happy to hear you remember it fondly. I am doing well. I hope the same holds true for you.

YouInventedMe

Feb 7, 2019

Thanks for the

on these days. Much appreciated.

Always my pleasure!!

Thanks so much for the fave. Heather will freak. Lol.