Azraeldrah

Azrael

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First and Last Night Together by Azraeldrah, literature

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First and Last Night Together

Our hands move at one thousand miles an hour, Shaking in anticipation Of what will come next, But soon we're lost And the only shaking is our breath And out hearts are now throbbing At one thousand beats per minute, As my lightning fingers slip down your dew soaked spine, And your gritted teeth Break my skin. We're counting down to launch, But my count's too quick, Drilling down to oil, then, The radio crackles, "we have a problem!" Moments too soon, I've caused an oil slick. Now you pass me in the street With barely another glance, And I'm pretty sure, I could please you If I only had another chance.

Atarah by Azraeldrah, literature

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Atarah

"What did I ever do so wrong, That you should cast me from Grace" -Voltaire, Almost Human The Dirigibles were almost close enough to touch. The crews were clearly visible, manning the fins and other devices that keep the airships on course. The beauty and serene gracefulness is usually lost on the dock workers, who scurry about up here, tying lines and preparing for the next arrival but that night there was one onlooker who could admire them. Her dark robes whipped around her like wings and her hair flowed violently in the wind, red beads whipping at the end like jewelled blood. She stood on the precipice of The Spire, watching the dir

The Common Wasp by Azraeldrah, literature

Sing a little song by Azraeldrah, literature

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Sing a little song

Sing a little song for the troubled times ahead, Look forward to a future we can't quite forget And let me be there despite myself. Take a small token for all the love i feel, And look me straight in the eye and tell me it's not real And keep things special despite ourselves. Tell me little lies to break it to me slow, Coz you're scared of breaking me if i were to know. And you will burn me inspite yourself.

Fine red wine by Azraeldrah, literature

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Fine red wine

She sips her coke like fine red wine, letting it tickle and excite her tongue, letting it give her that inner glow. She takes your hand like a pure white rose, stronking fingers of silken petals Letting you know that you are hers. She hold's the knife like an artist's brush, your chest turns into her deep red canvas You screams become her moonlight sonata Your blood is her fine red wine.

kissing away our life... by Azraeldrah, literature

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kissing away our life...

Kissing away our life in scenes, Of windswept nights and silver dreams, My lips to warm your aches away. Drinking each other till we've had our fill On emerald grass on velvet hills, Your touch to bring my skin to life. Sitting in silence so the fight can't start Over bleeding dishes and dirty hearts, My touch to make you reel inside. Loving away in broken dreams Of stormy nights and tragic scenes.

3 piece kitchen harmony by Azraeldrah, literature

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3 piece kitchen harmony

Your kiss was cold when you left me. I sat there for days but it's ok. I made friends. I made friends in the kitchen, hummed along with the fridge, the washer joined in we formed a trio. Applause from the toaster came, one round And the microwave chirped in glee. Then you came back, and spoiled my fun, I asked about your trip, who you saw what you did but inside i shreaked, as my plans for a three piece kitchen harmony, went down the kitchen sink.

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Seeing Angels by Azraeldrah, literature

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Seeing Angels

They would always appear this way, trying to control him, to manipulate his feelings and addictions. They taunted him continuously showing him a glimpse of the future and taking it away, they offered him power for obedience and they granted pain for his defiance. He soon became a cadaverous retch of a man, his eyes had become sunken and his skin was like packed ice. They finally won their battle, his body and soul where both too ravaged to resist them anymore. Blurred figures picked him off the ground as he tried to pledge his allegiance. The world was tainted purple and red, a mirror of his torn and scarred body. He was placed on a hard se

Non-conformist by Azraeldrah, literature

Desert by Azraeldrah, literature

'A fire burned in his eyes' by Azraeldrah, literature

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'A fire burned in his eyes'

A fire burned in his eyes, as he saw the porch light flick on at number seven as he approached. They widened slightly as a door along the hallway opened to reveal the figure of his quarry. He had been waiting along time for this. All day he had been hunting and now he found what he had only seen in paper. A wry grin appeared on his face. He couldn't wait to give his new victim what was coming to them. He would enjoy every second. It was six o'clock, teatime. He didn't care how antisocial a time it was, this was too important to him. The beast was growing in his belly, someone was approaching the door. He hadn't had a mark for ages and h

A terrible poet, An awful poem by Azraeldrah, literature

My House of love by Azraeldrah, literature

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I can make your whole world... by Azraeldrah, literature

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I can make your whole world...

I can make your whole world, vanish. Give you nothing, except for joy. I can sharpen your every breath. Take you to dreams of heat, and sweat. Let the drum-beat pound your body's music Give me nothing, except for sin. Breathe with me, and make your breathing mine Our one voice singing in perfect time. I will show you how the fire burns Fire your soul, and sear your heart. Screaming out with painful pleasure, Weeping after, with pleasant pain. Burnt out, our whole world, vanished, The drummer no longer drums, Sleep my love, until morning comes, The night was ours, but now she's gone.

I can make your whole world...

Azraeldrah

About Azraeldrah

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United Kingdom
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: MS word.
Favourite genre of music: whatever sounds good... mainly guitary stuff though
MP3 player of choice: Windows Media
Shell of choice: Clam Shells
Wallpaper of choice: I prefere painted walls :-p
Skin of choice: mine
Personal Quote: My lungs are black, my liver mottled, give me a fag and another bottle

Favourite Visual Artist

Dali

Favourite Movies

um..... er.... too many to think of

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Graham Coxon

Favourite Writers

Roger McGough

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I psychically manipulate people into thinkin i write.

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Writing, music, writing music ;-), cult movies

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Azraeldrah

Apr 16, 2006

Milton and Dante

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I think im gonna try and write a prose version of Dante's Devine Comedy and then Milton's Paradice Lost. Partially for fun, and partially because it will encourage me to finish reading them.

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Azraeldrah

Mar 23, 2006

Art rant

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Why has so much art deviated from aesthetics? There is alot of stuff out there which substitutes form for meaning. Yes rules should be broken down, yes our view of the world should be questioned. But surely it should be done in a way that people find *truly* appealing? People now seem to mock art that is attractive, but with no grand statement behind it. I feel that art like that is closer to the ideal than work that has a grand statement, but no aesthetic substance. same with alot of poetry. Grrrrrr. end of rant.

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Azraeldrah

Nov 4, 2005

Community.

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   I was just musing on the idea of 'community'. Since starting uni i belong to a *real* art community and I've discovered that in my 'real' community, those who are 'arselickers', whiney bitches or pretentious soon get ousted, Whereas on DA many of them seem to thrive.   Don't get me wrong, i have no problem with DA, or many of those who contribute, and im not saying that virtual communities are any less valid than normal ones. I'm just sick and tired of being TOLD what a 'great' community DA is! There ARE many fine artists, and there are those who leave valid and intelligent comments, but many deviants seem to be guilty of several things:

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SR7884

Mar 31, 2006

thanks a lot for my watch....and for your views on angst poets....

Yvanavich

Mar 28, 2006

Your devious information photo represents a level of hipocricy in you i had previously suspected but not noticed due to your highly evasive skills. Actually I noticed it all along.

All art doesnt have to have a statement behind it, you baffoon.

The only decent thing you said on your page was that you were a psuedo-intelectual. Which ironically you probably put in jest.

kurobei

Mar 29, 2006

Why don't you go bestow your uncalculated judgements where they're wanted, mate? If you must get off on talking down to people as a means of making yourself feel superior, go do it in the forums, where I'm sure there are 'bafoons' aplenty for you to criticise to your hearts content.

Yvanavich

Apr 2, 2006

I'm too arrogant to admit i'm wrong...

rei29

Mar 29, 2006

Have you ever done a degree in art? Until you have young man, you'll not understand the stance Mike's coming from. Unfortunately, we're marked based on the contemporary art movement (in laymen’s terms: art with meaning). And if you'd bothered to read the post, Mike was clearly stating his grievance at this FACT. Art has been this way since the 1970s, though I would say it began way back when Duchamp displayed his "Fountain".
This is just the way the art world is at present, and I don't see it ever going back.

And what's a baffoon?

Azraeldrah

Mar 29, 2006

what are you on about. i dont believe that art needs to have a meaning, i believe it has to have aesthetic properties, read before you comment.

also flaming is against the deviant art etiquette policies.

photomarker

Sep 15, 2005

Thanks a lot for fav of my shot's at sunset...

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