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Hermes by Tuksha, literature

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Hermes

Hermes Son. Lend me your arm: lift me up on your wings. Together, we watch the world grow old yet, never die. Words flow from your fingers- skipping stones and sandals on ocean waves. Mirth and light-hearted contempt for gravity and possession Dancing gleefully upon the sky, lips whisper plans to take the fire from Helios' crown, and return it to the realm of men. Perchance, the fire of a different kind be deemed appropriate to their needs: your lute's melody plays in hearts. In mine.

A Belated Valentine by Tuksha, literature

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A Belated Valentine

A Belated Valentine On our belated Valentines Day A dozen roses cannot show my love, nor this poem can explain what I want to say. The first rose for today, the second, tomorrow, and a third for ever after on our belated Valentines Day. As I give roses four to nine, I pray you cherish them, and hope this poem can explain what I want to say. Then, one for March, April and May, for each month separating us on our belated Valentines Day I give to you this strange bouquet but I doubt that with a thousand roses this poem can explain what I want to say. I'll love you, forever. Thus, until we are together, I know that on our belat

Spinning by Tuksha, literature

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Spinning

I run, grasping tight the iron bar as we take flight. Spinning, swirling we take turns hurling ourselves 'round and 'round. A little flutter in my chest turns to cold panic as the world reigns free of my senses. In a moment of dread I throw myself away from this sickening ride, to find myself still turning. I stumble forward backward and collapse.

Affliction by Tuksha, literature

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Affliction

I bleed freely for a hope long lost in the heat of the midday sun. I lick my lips –parched- earth crumbling beneath me as its dust cakes my face. My right side bears the worst of my affliction, the surgical precision never enough to stop one last cut too deep to staunch. Denial works for a time; hidden behind the waterfall I drown out the sound of my own voice. Still, others peer through the cascade, reaching past its shifting boundaries.

Psyche by Tuksha, literature

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Psyche

Psyche A quest of many seasons may lead you to the one you desire. The many obstacles created by gods, demons and men, forever offset by the kindness of a few. Even an exodus through the underworld and the grim shades that haunt don't darken your spirit or resolve. That alone makes you worthy of love, insouciant of your flawless beauty.

Aphrodite by Tuksha, literature

Athena by Tuksha, literature

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Athena

Athena Your infinite wisdom and patience for my fellow men leave me weeping as they burn, rape, and pillage your heart. Yet never have I seen you surrender your belief in the good within all people, until he took away your freedom to choose.

Olympus by Tuksha, literature

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Olympus

Athena, wisdom and woe: Don't spare your wrath for those who refuse thought in favour of actions; misdeeds. Aphrodite, ancient lover: Never again will I be cheated, mistaking your tainted lust for the virtue of love. Psyche, innocent babe: Follow the echoes of footsteps wherever dreaming may go, until you find him and immortality. He is Ares I am not Hephaestus I am Eros Hermes, tireless Muse: Live without fear of rejection, Choose your path as I could not, And write its poetry with passion.

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Unforgiven by Tuksha, literature

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Unforgiven

I saw you, Standing under the- bitter wind and snow sting - Streetlight. You were different, Separate from- broken smile and loyal tears - Others walking by. You called to me, You begged of me- cities burning behind dying eyes - Absolution and release. Yet, Yet I turned - abhorrence and malice - Away from you. I see you, Every night you rage - I love you, I hate you - I will never forgive you.

Alice by Tuksha, literature

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Alice

The Mad Hatter takes a bow as Alice moves in closer, Parry, thrust, twist, duck, Then the Hatter slaps her. "FOUL" yells the Cheshire Cat, "That was clearly below the belt, However, in this place where is below? And it seems it wasn't felt." "I'm late, I'm late" a voice cried, "The queen shall have my head, Just maybe I can save myself Using that bitch Alice instead." Greedy hands grab at Alice Dragging her into the woods. The Cheshire Cat just smiled, And the Mad Hatter… Well, you can imagine. "Guilty!" came the raucous cry, "Off with both their heads" The queen was quite enraged though as Alice and the rabbit fled, The

Slit by Tuksha, literature

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Slit

I feel the warmth ebbing from my wrists, Dripping onto the floor near that sharp, painful memory, Like a conviction screaming in my ear. My vision clouds with sea and fog and memories rush to consume me. My hair sticks to my face and neck like snakes, feeding on my wretched life. I retch, venom surging from my mouth, mixing with the cooling puddle at my feet. I try to crawl, to cry out, but my strength fades like a storm breaking, leaving me stranded in a puddle of desolation. I weep.

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Bone of the Earth. by Tuksha, literature

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Bone of the Earth.

Who forged your beauty And tempered your fires, Then cast you down And smashed your face- Leaving a broken, dulled survivor Where once there was love? I am the weeping stone- forged by the Earth. As a child I saw beauty And love in the miracles of life, Yearning, I strove to become A wonder to behold. My pale surface bears the scars of human existence; I have been desecrated, Yet I do not judge those Who have wrought the earth harm. Ah, the Stone, Bone of the Earth: Forlorn and forgotten, I weep eternally as none heed my sorrow.

Love? by Tuksha, literature

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Love?

Love is what I've hoped for, All I've ever looked for, With you I have found happiness For a time. (But now I begin to feel, That something is missing, still…) But is this love? What is this longing in my heart? I can feel inside me, We're beginning to drift apart. My heart is breaking, constantly, Driven down by the passage of time, To the depths of 'love', And our endless fidelity. And still my heart is breaking, Through this constant gyrating, This is sex, not love, And my time is wasting.

Holiday by Tuksha, literature

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Holiday

When you were growing up, where was your favourite little holiday spot? I remember… I remember growing up and spending my time down on the Murray River. My best friend's parents owned a shack there, it was great. To us, that shack was a palace. We were so young that it feels like a lifetime ago, and everything has changed since then. Michael and I were the closest of friends, we thought alike, and hell, we were so close that we would finish each other's sentences half of the time. Everyone thought that we were brothers, or something. We were brothers. The shack was a double story building, but that's a bit misleading. The bottom story was

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About Tuksha

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Australia
Deviant for 18 years

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I've seen it: It's Coming -- Stay Tuned!

My Bio

Current Residence: Norwich, England.
Favourite genre of music: No Clear Favourite
Favourite photographer: Kath
MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano
Shell of choice: ???
Wallpaper of choice: H3: Finish the Fight
Personal Quote: "Whenever you need someone, they are normally the cause of the reason you need them..."

Favourite Visual Artist

Salvador Dali

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Metallica

Favourite Writers

John Donne

Favourite Games

Final Fantasy - All Of Them and Halo 3

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS2, 360

Tools of the Trade

Brain, Computer, Various reference books

Other Interests

Writing, Music, Art, Blah.

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Tuksha

Sep 25, 2007

Long time, no visit.

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Hey guys, I've not been here in a long time. Since I arrived in England, everything has been really... um... I don't have a good excuse. I have just been spending my energy elsewhere. Like, on Chloe. God, I love her, I'm so glad that I have made this trip. She's asleep next to me at the moment, and she is so beautiful. I haven't written any poetry at all, either. I think I should start again soon, and the results should end up on here eventually. I want a new CSS. This one is getting old. Oh well. Have fun, people.

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Tuksha

May 14, 2007

The time has come.

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"the time has come for things to come undone that we should not have begun at last i felt a numbness overcome and now you turn and run... the time has come to take me in your arms and touch these fragile scars you have the choice now so decide if you want in or out there is too much left for us to try you cant just give up now the time has come to speak of many things of jacks and queens and kings it took that cut to bring me back to life theyre bleeding and theyre frightened still i hold out both my hands: no one in the world will ever touch me there again." The Dresden Dolls - The Time Has Come Well, here we are. Inside 12

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Tuksha

Apr 19, 2007

(Less than) One Month

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As of approximately 657 hours from now, Chloe, crazynloveless (https://www.deviantart.com/crazynloveless), and I will be meeting for the first time ever. It's a bit scary; I've not known anyone to attempt what her and I are about to. On the other hand, this is one of the most exciting things I've ever forced myself to do. It's amazing how far things have come, considering where we both started. I love her. I'm sure of it. Nothing could make this any more plain to me, and meeting is just one of many steps towards a great relationship. I can't wait. 657 hours is about 657 too many. In other news, once I arrive, we've made a few plans to meet up with people. I know that not a week a

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I love you. <3

hey!
i hope you remember me.
i'm goth4you.

crazynloveless

Aug 1, 2009

Gorgeous man, will you write me a poem?

It's been so long and I know you're busy with your Dark Heresy story (and I can't wait for it, trust me) but a poem would be lovely.

I long for your words, much as I waited for them across those thousands of miles those years ago.

crazynloveless

Jun 21, 2008

Hi baby.

Seven days.
SEVEN DAYS!

I love you.

Aaron

_{Hey there

How are you?}

Iceman1387

Jun 12, 2007

YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN HIT BY...

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...\___ A BOAT_____/
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which probably makes you pretty angry. I'd be pissed too.

Fucker came out of nowhere