Burdened-Wings

Enigmatic mind games.

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Moon. by Burdened-Wings, literature

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Moon.

During night’s darkest hours, illuminated are the curtains, welcoming rays of bright light into my room. My silhouette stands motionless, eyes devoid of time and space. In awe of the single celestial body with that profound ability; the ability to catch one’s eyes. For centuries, Earth’s companion has tempted our imagination, the antonym of the sun, bewitching light of deception. An orb said to incite feral behaviour in those witnessing its full form. Yet for me, such associations are of no meaning, for tonight, its gleaming surface is enough. The promise made by the sun, delivered by its faithful messenger. And s

Discord of mind. by Burdened-Wings, literature

Balcony. by Burdened-Wings, literature

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Balcony.

We used to wonder how high we’d have to climb for the flowers underneath to succumb under the sheer weight of shackled limbs; how heavy an anvil it would take to shatter the ground, deform the very earth you would bequeath me with. Every Monday-morning I’d greet my very own garden overgrown with the horticultural representation of the very person I had hoped to become. Picking every last tomato gently, separating fruit from branch, the soft sensation of blood-red skin caressing rugged fingers, I remember equally crimson fluids so reminiscent of the very blood you choked on under incompetent eyes; so dignified in their

Destructive Paradox. by Burdened-Wings, literature

A mother's treasure by Burdened-Wings, literature

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A mother's treasure

Leaves of the nearby chestnut tree waved evenly, softly adjusting themselves to the whimsical mood of the winds. Lazy Friday-afternoons like these were her moments of peace, subject to her inner reflections being written down on a blank sheet of paper. A cool breeze rolled in through the open windows, tugging her hair gently. She’d imagine them like playful children soaring through the sky, inviting her to the outside world, to the countryside where fantasies of her youth became real. Her mom would often worry as the late-afternoon spectacle that was the crimson sun made vows to distract her, ease her worries over a child not returning

Live. by Burdened-Wings, literature

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Live.

If you're alive, then something made you abstain from driving the knife into your flesh. I've seen hell, been there on a guided tour. It's a forbidden place, few know what it looks like, despite endless fascinations. Yet when you're there, it is vacant. The demons aren't there, they've all left to inhabit the world we live in and as you look at the sky you'll realize, that even these grey buildings are housed underneath the same sky as the house you have called your residence for years. Heaven is a figment of your imagination, existing wherever you think it does. Happiness does not exist, the word is a vague concept and ambiguous to its core

Magpie. by Burdened-Wings, literature

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Magpie.

Magpie I once witnessed a magpie hopping around aimlessly. it had no tail, lost it at the ripe old age of a day. Ominous silhouette swooped down, raided the nest like natural selection on the prowl for helpless victims. They say our vision is like a mirror, reflecting pain and the very maws of death tears our eyes out; reforms them at the dawn of a new day like ashes. As the sun sets, a phoenix of golden flames attempts its resurrection, but how does one rise from ashes scattered far and wide? Spend years gathering the pieces, sweeping together the dust of a mirror so broken, shattered, ground to dust by pounding fists voices so

Breathing. by Burdened-Wings, literature

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Breathing.

Breathing The biochemistry of our body allows none to hold their breath for longer than a few minutes, for the average human will suffocate. Realization comes to none of us as death peers through the window; ”3 minutes,” he states, ”and you shall eternally be mine.” Yet like a secret admirer tapping his shoes on the marble floor of a posh, 5-star restaurant aiding the unification of souls, the reflex etched in our brain solemnly swears to protect. Tired over playing second fiddle to the ones gifted with fast-moving tongues and features like glimmering stars in a sky so dark where only their light permeates, my words b

An Artist's Solitude (SasoDei). by Burdened-Wings, literature

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Aug 25
Netherlands
Deviant for 11 years
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Hey there, I'm a random person from The Netherlands.

My soul is that of a poet, I bleed prose and ooze metaphors. Writing is a way for me to express myself and what goes on in this enigmatic mind of mine. Corvids represent me. A person burdened with that everlasting feeling of standing besides the crowd, deviating from the norm on a regular basis. Despite this, I spread my wings and attempt to fly into the horizon regardless, no matter how heavy these wings may get. My work is the product of the journeys on which these burdened wings take me.

Feel free to send me a message to request a theme, commission me (it's free at the moment) or just to get to know me. I'd love to meet some of the literary folks around these parts.

I can't guarentee that you'll like my work, but I do construct ever piece with love and care. Enjoy my page!

You can also find me on:

Tumblr (Personal): Sharingan-no-karasu
Tumblr (Writing blog - Under construction): Burdened-wings
Archive Of Our Own (fanfictions): HiragoSeika
FanFiction.net (fanfictions): HiragoSeika

Favourite Movies

Into The West, Harry Potter series, Perks Of Being A Wallflower, Spirited Away.

Favourite TV Shows

Wie is de Mol? Expeditie Robinson, Naruto (Shippuden), FMA(B), Durarara!!, Bleach, Fairy Tail, South Park.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Breaking Benjamin, Red, Three Days Grace, Skillet, My Chemical Romance, Disturbed, Coldplay, Celldweller.

Favourite Books

Harry Potter series, De scheepsjongens van Bontekoe, Het huis van de Moskee, various mangas.

Favourite Writers

I don't have a specific favourite.

Favourite Games

LoZ series, Mario Brothers series, Pokémon series.

Favourite Gaming Platform

Handheld (DS/3DS).

Other Interests

Nature, animals, psychology, philosophy, swimming, sleeping, friends.

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Burdened-Wings

Apr 7, 2013

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Hello there everyone, so here I am. I don't have a lot to say right now, aside from that I'll be posting my various pieces of prose, poetry and fanfictions here for all of you to enjoy (hopefully, haha). I do commissions for free at the moment, if you want a short story, prose piece or poem written on a certain subject. I love making others smile through my writing, so don't be afraid c: See you around c;