~Nahienaena
Nahi - Status: Member
- Deviously Deviant
- Female/United States
- Offline for 1w 2d 8h 6m 21s
- Deviant since Sep 9, 2007, 9:53 PM
Recent Deviations
BelievingBelievingBelieving
I had never put much faith in ghosts, haunts, poltergeists or other floaty white transparent beings. I believed in God and while he did have spiritual phenomena, many of the scary tales bobbing around were just that; scary tales to keep children in line, or to impress, or to make your loved one’s skin crawl and want to jump into your arms. They were good to listen to and occasionally gave me nightmares, but I never started looking over my shoulder for them or keeping my ears pricked for strange bumps in the night. If there were any, those were usually my neighbors having sex or the
in Biographies on 6/19/08
RainRainRain
He drives this way every night, lean, heavy, young arms, stretched Straight and true, bearing down on the wheel. Long, tanned, tapered fingers pinch the cracked, chipped hide Flaking in his lap. Weary, warm eyes peer steadily, the pain Clutching at his soft insides. His soft palm covers my desert hand, squeezing light speech That shakes my motionless core, quickly, awake. I watch our lives flicker, waver, dim, then suddenly bang open Waking him cold. I study his fake blonde hair. It sprinkles his skin. The pool gets us all at some point. I shi
in Open on 2/7/08
Window with a ViewA Window with a ViewWindow with a View
fragile pieces dig into the temples- - just one moment away from a cranial explosion- - sticking to private lush lawns- - landing on childrens plastic red new shoes- - Its not my fault when their little lungs fill with air And they cant stop screaming Once they realize theyll end up just like me. --just another sadistic statistic --our only point is to be pointed at
And that only goes to prove that Americas so fudged up. wheres the dotted line with my signature on it- - when did I agree to be
in Open on 2/7/08
To KnowTo KnowTo Know
I bow my head down upon the tatami mat
Feeling the wooden grooves against my cheek. The slats smell of so many different sweet Sweaty feet shuffling along these boards, Rustling in time to the wind outside Playing with green skinny leaves, Skimming past their feeble fingers Forcing them to chime golden to the peoples’ rhythm.
The rhythm of my toes curling, Masked in the rushes That all end at his small dark feet That has started fires in my strange brother’s village And stamped out the flames in his eyes That lit up the black n
in Open on 2/3/08
Recent Watchers
HopelessDevious Information
- Current Age: 23
- Current Residence: Maryland
- Interests: reading, writing, anime, spiderman, soccer, martial arts, movies, video games
- Favourite movie: House of Flying Daggers
- Favourite band or musician: I like way too many.
- Favourite genre of music: Anything that has a good beat and isn't pointlessly vulgar.
- Favourite artist: The best imo or my fave?
- Favourite poet or writer: Allison Francis
- Favourite photographer: Anybody can do a good photo if they try.
- Favourite style of art: ....anything that looks good?
- Operating System: Why do you want to know?
- MP3 player of choice: WMP
- Shell of choice: My own?
- Wallpaper of choice: One of my favorte screenies.
- Skin of choice: Mine please.
- Favourite game: City of Villains at the moment.
- Favourite gaming platform: PC
- Favourite cartoon character: Spiderman!
- Personal Quote: Ummm....no.
- Tools of the Trade: Pen and paper. Or a computer.
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"A little trust goes a long way. The less you give, the further you'll go."
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