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The Truth About Art and Artists by QuirkyBrainiac, literature

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The Truth About Art and Artists

By the sapphire sea I wait, marveling how the sun’s colors play, dancing across the wat’ry stage. My easel lies bare on its stand, brush poised delicately in my hand, paint surface hardening in a tan. Mesmerized, hypnotized I watch as the cerulean tides wash upon the emerald algae moss. My eyes glaze over as I look, toward the stark white driftwood, glinting in the light from salty soot. A buzzing fly breaks my reverie, bringing forth the forgotten memory, of the empty canvas of ivory. Thoughts turn to my mission and its simplistic origin: a wandering and floating vision. To capture but a moment in time beside the forest of deepes

'Twas the night... by QuirkyBrainiac, literature

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'Twas the night...

‘Twas the night before Orientation, when all through my head, many a thought were stirring, with each one made of lead. The plane was flown with much finesse, in hopes of landing with quite the success. At MSU, the students planned their lives and explored the land, while visions of upcoming classes were close at hand. And Ilse in her blazer, and I in my tee, had just settled our minds that I’ll never be free. When two months later there arose a new year, I held onto my old life and ways oh so dear. Away to the dorm I plodded like a zombie, my roommate clothed in Abercrombie. The isolation in the beginning of this new life, wa

Shadowman by QuirkyBrainiac, literature

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Shadowman

Shadows dancing on the wall, waiting, waiting for me to fall. Taunting and twirling, my mind left swirling. Mr. Shadowman pulls his strings, and his puppets sing strange things. Their shrieks echo in my mind, and around broken souls my thoughts wind. Creatures weep and bawl, their cries making me crawl. Bones rattle, clatter, and shake, making my nerves quiver and quake. Mr. Magicman waves his fingers, causing snythes to shoot their stingers, wraiths to writhe their waking mares, and imps to scuffle, brandishing their dares. Flights of never-ending stairs bar my way, and to that, this is what I have to say: “Set me free from this damned

Tails by QuirkyBrainiac, literature

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Tails

Thud...thud thud...THUD! I cracked open the eye closest to where the thudding came from, only to be met with six, sparkling amber eyes—pupils constricted and intent—and little tails flapping all over like brightly banded, writhing snakes. I flick an ear in their direction, and all rustling stops. Closing my eye once again, I listen for paws tearing up the ground. When they’re only a short distance away, I start to rise, baring my fangs in a ferocious roar, eyes blazing. My display startles the youngest, causing him to skid on the damp ground and hightail it to the nearest bush for protection, the cub’s q

Little Soldier by QuirkyBrainiac, literature

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Little Soldier

The lonely little soldier on top of the hill knows he must fall; it's part of the drill. He appears so lost, and doesn't know what to do... so he looks with searching eyes up to the great blue. He thinks and he ponders about what may come, and while the heavens are uncaring, the wind starts to hum. A spirited dirge on fluttery wings is the only clue of what the future brings. Its whispers tell of ages past, and how the time has flown so fast. The little soldier closes his eyes, letting his heart say its last goodbyes. Wrinkles tell of experiences taking their toll, and wearily speak of the years they stole. Fragile, leathery skin with holes a

Home? by QuirkyBrainiac, literature

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Home?

this is a yellow brick house that is home to many a mouse, but is not one to me. this house is a stepping stone that wears me to the bone, but i don’t let anyone see. this house carries voices that limit my choices, but i will one day fly free. this house is so sick that it sucks my life like a tick, but i will not fall to my knee. this is a yellow brick house that doesn’t attempt to rouse, but i will carry on, and simply be.

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The Truth About Art and Artists by QuirkyBrainiac, literature

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The Truth About Art and Artists

'Twas the night... by QuirkyBrainiac, literature

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'Twas the night...

Shadowman by QuirkyBrainiac, literature

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Shadowman

Tails by QuirkyBrainiac, literature

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Tails

Little Soldier by QuirkyBrainiac, literature

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Little Soldier

Home? by QuirkyBrainiac, literature

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Home?

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Artist // Hobbyist // Varied

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Hey! I'm a recent graduate with my BS in geology, BA in writing, and minors in museum studies and astrobiology. I love the arts and sciences, reading, writing, being in nature/with animals, volunteering/working, sports, hanging with friends, etc. I'm goofy and random and adorkable. I enjoy both the complex simplicities and simple complexities in life, as well as everything in between. After a long hiatus, I'm slowly getting back into the groove of things, so bear with me as I get to posting things XD In the meantime, enjoy my Instagram haha: www.instagram.com/quirkybraini…

And stike up a random conversation! I love to talk, so yeah, hit me up ^_^ I'm a very open person, and anything you want to know, just ask! No worries... I don't bite! ..much. O.o Kidding! I'm kidding! Hugging, on the other hand, I will do quite often...