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Hometown by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Hometown

I dream of you, love of my life, most in the fall When rain falls soft on red brick And a crisp breeze flirts with the nape of my neck. You have seen me leave far too soon For far too long, But you are still the breath that soothes The months-long cramp in my lungs, And my smile finds you. In spite of that old grief in the harsh lights, You still hold me safe and sure and real. So I ride six hours north, Back to you, back home To find you once more.

Cross Country by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Cross Country

I think of you like this: In this golden desert light, Your face shadow-carved. The same song croons low For miles and miles and miles. (Hey little girl is your daddy home, Did he go and leave you all alone?) A bruised plum oozes down your wrist. This intimacy - Your warm hands, your feet propped on me, My embrace enclosing you, Your blurred smile in the wind. This is your first sunset facing westward And my last exit. But I will think of you like this: Your echoing desert song (Tell me now baby is he good to you Can he do to you the things that I do?) And the sticky-sweetness of plums.

Extraterrestrial by IndigoSkyes, literature

Ghost Towns by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Ghost Towns

Hold your breath passing a graveyard, they say. Show respect for the departed. (And what of the living: Those who beat their heels into the dust? Those who rattle the sky?) This earth stretches on, 3,000 miles of ghost towns and restless spirits, Rusted veins snaking below. These holy bones shudder and crack. I tally the names of the dead. I lock my exhale in my throat. I wait. I haven’t breathed since.

Passing Through by IndigoSkyes, literature

Bloom by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Bloom

My grandmother had a hibiscus sitting on her porch in May. She watered it at 4 o’clock every afternoon When the sun was at its most golden And the veined petals trembled under the cool, steady trickle From her blue plastic watering can. My grandmother didn’t water it until 10:37 one Tuesday night. In August, she didn’t turn the faucet off filling the watering can. On the first Saturday in October, she left the stove on. My grandmother went to live in a home Where people helped her remember things: When to eat, How to wash, What to do when no one came to visit. My grandmother’s hibiscus sat on the porch, The blu

what the water gave me by IndigoSkyes, literature

Clouds in my coffee by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Clouds in my coffee

Little old balloon man in the sun, Dozing like a fat house cat, Cap slung low over heavy eyes. Little old balloon man getting older, Twisted fingers twist latex; An orange dog, a purple giraffe, The man in the moon. Little old balloon man drifts home, Coffee cup clinks on cracked counter, Clouds for creamer. Little old balloon man, once a lost boy, Aching for love, not loss, Love lost. Going, going, going, Let go, Float away, Gone.

Renoir in the rain: a love letter by IndigoSkyes, literature

Skin Deep by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Skin Deep

There is something different about my face. Upon meeting me, most people look just a little too long or flick furtive glances when they think I’m not looking. I was born in China and the water in most rural areas has to be boiled to sterilize it before it’s clean to use. At 4 months old, a bottle of baby formula and scalding water with a loose cap resulted in a burn scar about the size of a gold dollar coin on the left corner of my mouth. In preschool, the other children would reach out with clammy fingers to touch my face, knowing it wasn’t the same as theirs. They’d pull back, equally fascinated and repulsed at t

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Hometown by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Hometown

Cross Country by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Cross Country

Extraterrestrial by IndigoSkyes, literature

Ghost Towns by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Ghost Towns

Passing Through by IndigoSkyes, literature

Bloom by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Bloom

what the water gave me by IndigoSkyes, literature

Clouds in my coffee by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Clouds in my coffee

Renoir in the rain: a love letter by IndigoSkyes, literature

Skin Deep by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Skin Deep

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Blue by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Blue

I am completely in blue today. "Rhapsody in Blue," you murmur. I shake my head. "No, just blue." "Nothing is 'just' anything with you." Blue because it's the color of the sky when I'm happiest, water (the same shade as the sky), the cover of my favorite book-of-the-moment (I'm always reading something different), and my cousin's eyes. Red is your favorite color because it's the color of autumn leaves, fire, your mother's hair, and the ink I'm using (it's smudging onto my hands). We Summer Salt dizzily through the ocean tide. You f

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Blackberries by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Blackberries

No one asks where I am from. I make up to seven coffee runs a day for up to eleven different people. I cannot afford the Prada pumps, nor walk in them, for that matter. But Dad's old brown loafers, with the stitching coming undone along the sides, are good enough for me. No one can speak my name. If they did, they wouldn't be able to pronounce it anyway. I know four languages, none of them American. When spoken to, I answer in strained English, the sharp sounds tripping over my tongue. What they say must be true; I am meant only to carry a clipboard, to fetch papers spitting viciously out of a machine, to

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Testament by IndigoSkyes, literature

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Testament

1. Adam Your red, your feet, your shoulders; this is how you carried the world. I used to wish I could curl into your ribs like a seed and wait to be something beautiful as you. 2. Christian Four years ago, you wrote me a song. It was full of bad chords and brass and bass and blaspheme. You gave me the shirt off your back, just so I could dry the bench beneath the oak tree. Untamed, you are better than you think you are. 3. David He who hurled the first stones of all the first kisses you could never give me. He who struck down the mighty Goliath, the blind beast, blundering around in my chest. He who came too late as Babylon was falling.

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Oct 10
United States
Deviant for 16 years
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I read like an absolute maniac. Music is my oxygen. I'm a hope(less) romantic. I love meeting new people and trying new things because there's just so much in life. I will always and forever be figuring things out and there are some things I'll never figure out, but that's okay. I will dance to any kind of music, with anyone, and anywhere. Even if I don't know the lyrics, I'll try to sing along with them at the top of my lungs. My friends are the most wonderful people in the universe. My family puts up with me like no one else, and I love them for it. I believe in magic, love, the impossible being possible, and that everyone has a skeleton or twelve in their closet.
I don't think that I'd like to be anyone else but me.

I measure life in love.

Current Residence: Somewhere over the rainbow
Personal Quote: "I exist as I am, and that is enough." - Walt Witman

Favourite Visual Artist

All you people here on dA.

Favourite Movies

Finding Nemo, Strictly Ballroom, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Billy Elliott, 10 Things I Hate About You, Center Stage, Singin' in the Rain

Favourite TV Shows

The Office, Whose Line Is It Anyway?, Sesame Street, Skins (U.K.), Nevermind the Buzzcocks, Robin Hood (BBC)

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Manymanymany.

Favourite Books

Harry Potter, Lolita, Echo, Stargirl, A Time of Angels, Jane Eyre, About A Boy

Favourite Writers

J.K. Rowling, Francesca Lia Block, Roald Dahl, Dr. Seuss, Jane Austen, e.e. cummings, David Sedaris, Plath, Jerry Spinelli, Levithan.

Favourite Games

Scrabble, Apples to Apples, Sorry!, chess.

Tools of the Trade

I sleep with writing utensils.

Other Interests

Dancing.

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IndigoSkyes

Sep 25, 2017

growing up goes slow

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Hello hello, my loves. As is the trend it seems, I've been hopping back on here every year just to check in and chat about my life updates and reminisce. This one is about growing up, as the title may hint at. My birthday is in two weeks (16 days to be exact) and every year I feel farther and farther away from who I used to be, but I know she's still in there somewhere. It's like looking in a mirror and seeing myself through the wrong end of a telescope, but recognizing that tiny, distant figure as me. I don't think that ever really goes away. Here's what's happened: I've grown to like myself more. Faking it 'til you make it is very, ve

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IndigoSkyes

Nov 6, 2016

Remember, remember the fifth of November.

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Hello friends! I know, I always pop on here with no real schedule or reason, but I have to say, I kind of miss it here. I know dA has changed massively since I was involved five? six? (has it really been that long??) years ago, but the community of artists here is honestly one of the most supportive spaces I've ever encountered online. With all that being said, I've been embarking on the 30 poems in 30 days challenge, as I do not have the stamina for NaNo this year. It's been going well so far and I'll be posting some (all? we'll see.) of those poems on here. Feel free to 1. Send me prompts! (Please, I beg of you.) 2. Follow along

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Jul 6, 2015

Summer's in the Air and Baby Heaven's in Your Eyes

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Goodness gracious, everyone. dA never fails to make me feel so loved and appreciated. Really and truly, I am so honored by my third DD on Exhale! I absolutely can't believe the lovely comments and faves I've gotten from you all. I am the luckiest girl in the world. :heart: Much love to SilverInkblot (https://www.deviantart.com/silverinkblot) for suggesting the piece! :tighthug: I realize I've been posting a deviation every few months and a journal about twice a year. As most of you know, I'm not all that active on dA anymore, but that doesn't mean that I don't appreciate every single comment, fave, llama, watch, etc. just as much as ever. ~grouphugplz (https://www.deviantart.com/grouphugplz) Updates on my life in ge

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I'm greatly enjoying your 30 poems in 30 days submissions! They are all lovely. I truly love your writing style.

IndigoSkyes

Nov 8, 2016

Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!

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Aug 29, 2015

Hello!

Thank you for the

Have a nice day!

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Jan 5, 2015

Tag a quality deviant: You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 10 deviants who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them! Heart

Thank you, lovely!