Fleurnoire

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Over. by Fleurnoire, literature

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Over.

Learning to grieve in the monochromatic scale. Red. Black. Black. Red. Telewords and yellingphones Are hot static and pupils contract into the nothingness of my comprehension. Denial comes in all shapes and sizes, be it knife-wielding, psychotic and blue or staggered, confused and pale. Kick him out and hope he flies/watch him fall. There won't be any tears this time. I can't cry only one shade of sad.

Forever by Fleurnoire, literature

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Forever

Youth cannot understand "forever." Forever is a long time. Calendar days peel back and grow back, A minute taken for granted is like, Whatever. But I know forever now. Ribbons and chain-mail time slide in and away, Twisting physics far within me, Stretching out and out in a road already built. But To forget forever now. One Single Sidestep, A happy stumble onto Another universe, Where "forever" is Something else. And time can rearrange like Legos Built like a secret hideout. Six years, a red block, Discarded. Family, a green thick brick, Holding up the corner of your yellow block, Moved over. And in this other lifet

Crack by Fleurnoire, literature

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Crack

Crack whip lash crack slash crack whip whip crash crash crash Bang. Pretty purple! Thanks so much mom! These shoes are so adorable - I can't wait to break them in! Did you know they aren't just cute, they're functional too? The new lifesaver Pistol-Whip, from Converse. Sun walking with us, meandering in blue. Chain rust fence fabric billows blown away from bodies, everywhere around the duo. Earthen and earth bound. Spectrum on my back and technology in my palm, eyes busy. My ears aren't busy, honey. You can use them, if you have something to say. Say it. Dance too fast for film. Hello Hollywood. Finally caught up, ha

Counting Steel Butterflies by Fleurnoire, literature

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Counting Steel Butterflies

TV murmurs dusty. Brand new! Old show. Myriads of shuffles, Minute motes touching down on the lampshade. The couch is ruffled and abused. Or loved. Same difference. Bad circulation, But I won't turn up steam. There are steel butterflies, Crawling before they fly. Shift Scratch Sigh Commercial break. Jigsaw click. Listening to nothing and seeing buffed chrome wings catch light and throw it away. My nose, my lips. "What're you hemming and hawing about?" "Nothing." "Oh, it sounded like something." "No. I do that a lot." "Really?" "Mhm." "Okay." Beautiful cold creations, Casting shadows in my eyes. I have to go to b

Cracked by Fleurnoire, literature

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Cracked

Cracked mirror. In the one half, Toothpaste smear Scruffy smile peering at me, (I promise) Tap stains and cloud Slow approach. Those eyes I knew Four Years Ago Still sweet and laughing. (Give me your hand) Your face, divided, Perfect, Crystal clear. You move when I move. That's a mirror, there. My finger draws Hearts And shapes around your face In the glass, (wistful) Fingerprints on your nose (Eskimo kisses) As your pane eyes Flutter false flash lash love Across quicksilver. (Give me your hand.) Which half are you. Two of you, in the Divide Of my mind. I didn't mean to break your mirror. I can't see you sol

Meandering by Fleurnoire, literature

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Meandering

Meandering minds And messed up motives. I'm underwater, Clouds of hair in my face, Floating apart from His eyes To Mine. It's muted nearby. Murmur, Bubbles swirl and drift away, Fish song far from here. Digital, with its unanswers, Matte wonder, soft, Edges buffered with a smile. I'm hovering underwater, Murky depths and silt In my mouth before I Can speak. Speak. Fish song. Seagrass silence.

Substitution by Fleurnoire, literature

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Substitution

Little fox, little fox, Curled in a rabbit hole. You do not belong there. Why do you hide where they will find you? Mahogany fade Shiver Flutter blink Shift look Down. Clicking is quiet all alone. If I put my little fox in a frosted Glass box, Can you see it? How about a black box? Shrodingers fox? There will be snow, Little fox, Before you come out in your Faded little flash Of bright. I am quiet all alone. There will be snow, Little fox, Before I know what's Wrong Or right.

Biting Bullets by Fleurnoire, literature

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Biting Bullets

Freeze frame flash. (the knowing. Anticipation) The slo-mo inhale (answer the door, I know.) Parted lips (hello) Thirty seven high definition Glistening (what am I waiting for) Drops of Sweat (I know it's here already.) Eyelids slip upward (I know. I'm ready) Marbles shine, (mute words say nothing) Reflect, The swirling colours blur Then sudden contract (goodbye) To focus Tight shot (goodbye?) Frame by frame (nothing answered. nothing said. nothing.) On the bullet.

Day InOut by Fleurnoire, literature

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Day InOut

Waist deep in this brackish puddle of (stupid) Paint face Feint face Calendar days peel off my molting flesh And there's just more dates and blank Whiteness Under neath. 1. Humbuzz phone alarm Click off push down rustle slide Out of bed Up we go. 2. Class contemplate nothing Glass eyes subtle ignorance Hides the leaking pen scribble pain On the blank whiteness Underneath. 3. Day. Done. Did. Ditto. Fake pretty smile big laugh too loud (real. Touch is real, fun is -) Papercuts and bruises Back "home" cry sleep. Day. Done. Did. Ditto. Why

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Over. by Fleurnoire, literature

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Counting Steel Butterflies

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Centauri by neonsquiggle, literature

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Centauri

I want your kisses on my neck like angry lightning and your fingertips stinging every curve of my torso-- I want your lips kneading silken heat into my collarbone and your palms exploring the highways and alleys of me-- because darling your eyes are so lonely and your scowls only tempt me into aiming kisses unto your lips til you smile; you know you're a star, love- but you smother your light with self-deprecation and you abandon your brilliance to anyone who wants to throw it away-- give me your heart and I'll

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Marble by Fleurnoire, literature

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Marble

Do cats dream of godlike fences while androids dream of electric sheep? The infinities of the universe sit in their marble eyes, appraising and understanding and never ever sharing. Is it a gift that they leave wisps of their being on my good black pants? Or is their "giving a damn" nonfunctional? In and out of places we cannot see, taking what is theirs (the world) donating rare gifts of starlight (love) and inverse thought (affection) with the question mark curl of a tail. What knowledge, we marvel. They yawn and worship sun and moon alike. To have their mind, their acuity, their godliness. Our infantile curiosit

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About Fleurnoire

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Feb 9
United States
Deviant for 19 years
www.spotlightsunburn.blogspot.com
She / Her

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What happens when you photograph a ginger.

Current Residence: Manhattan
Favourite genre of music: Indie, rock, showtunes
MP3 player of choice: iPod

Favourite Visual Artist

Salvador Dali

Favourite Movies

V for Vendetta, La Passion De Jeanne de l'Arc, Inglourious Basterds

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Florence + the Machine, The Who, Queen, Imogen Heap

Favourite Writers

e.e. cummings, Christopher Durang, Stephen King

Favourite Games

Arkham Asylum

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS2; XBox 360

Other Interests

Theatre, art, music

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Fleurnoire

May 21, 2010

Take Me Back

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Fleurnoire will be attending New York University at Tisch School of the Arts at the New Studio on Broadway for Musical Theatre next semester. :) Felt like sharing the freaking amazing news.

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Fleurnoire

May 14, 2010

The End Is In Sight

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Crazy semester, holy hell. Sorry I'm absent. I still come on here regularly, I just suck at updating. Go me. But, in terms of my art, my understanding of things has changed a little. Music. That damned art form known as music... every now and again a song appears that just blasts its meaning perfectly into my life. And then there are the songs I thought I'd had figured out and then suddenly a new meaning comes out of nowhere and the song never changes, the only thing that changed was me. I give you Imogen Heap's "The Moment I Said It." The moment I said it, the moment I opened my mouth, lead in your eyelids bulldozed the life out of me

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Fleurnoire

Apr 4, 2010

Llama!

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Thanks llamawhore (https://www.deviantart.com/llamawhore)! I do love llamas!

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pretty-yin

Aug 8, 2011

Your ID made me LOL, just fyi.
Also, thank you for the fave on Bipolar

ckhigh1994

Jul 20, 2011

I've read and loved your Mrs. Liddel story and I was wondering may I write about Clara and Victoria with one of my Oc's? She's a werewolf but she's disguised as a human she's super friendly and nice, I would really love to if I may