MummyWriter

I was not magificent.

126 Watchers164 Deviations

24.3K

Pageviews

Featured Gallery

See all

2013 Nostalgia by MummyWriter, literature

Literature

2013 Nostalgia

To establish a setting, the year is 2013. The first of June. A Saturday, around 8 pm. The humid air folds itself around me like one would fold an origami bird (except not as crisp or as delicately.) I think of the way everything disappears into the blue light at twilight, no longer painted gold. I think of the majestic poplars, towering so high yet shuddering in the breeze and casting peculiar shadows across the foreign ground. I think how, in my writing, I would like to capture the dewy smell of moist leaves and the sound of woodpeckers drilling pitch black beaks into rotted trees. I romanticize it all. In truth, a mosquito struggles thro

Profound by MummyWriter, literature

Literature

Profound

I. How can one be profound in 6th period civics, where one answer reins, opinion falls flat. Like the soggy pita rounds from lunch, like the smiles of children, molded into crescent moons in a family portrait on the beach. Father, Mother, second cousin twice-removed in matching starched white polos, pleated jeans. II. How can one be profound like the precision cut angle of a black sharp fin, peeking from the ocean. Or the shears, sharpened for each use on sleepy-eyed students to instill the importance of 'cyclical unemployment.' Papers fluttering like moth wings, staring out the window into an 'equally poor' world.

Blue Veins by MummyWriter, literature

Literature

Blue Veins

Everyone believes she writes poetry on her wrists where blue veins connect to a broken heart and she says she's fine and everyone believes the fractured words falling like snowflakes on an imperfect world or a mirror, shattered, looked upon with hatred where a face morphs into a monster and manifests itself as a reality, where society becomes the only truth, a battle, slowly being lost.

Disguised Like a Soul by MummyWriter, literature

Literature

Disguised Like a Soul

This clay and alabaster Is disguised like a soul And forced to contain Imperial nothingness. This rose colored child With almond eyes Is crying for a pain She cannot feel. And every day She pricks her fingers To bleed out in the snow Just a bit. But the pain never comes And the rush And swell Cannot subside. And every cinder is shriveled Like a dying flower Under the florescent lights Of the world on a train line.

Love Letters by MummyWriter, literature

Literature

Love Letters

i. She walks In the copper grass, Just knee high and Bending to the south, Bowing in the sand Where little moths sleep. ii. You are Vicious And starling And coiled like a snake, But soft like the breeze, Warranting love Even when you reject What I hold so dearly. iii. Your world Is fiction And your life is a lie But I cannot refuse The crashing tide Or the seagull call Or the unrelenting love I cannot stop Feeling for you. iv. They can Keep us apart But the words Will keep us alive. v. I would lie down For her And fall A thousand miles Just to tell her I love her.

Uninstall by MummyWriter, literature

God's Cloud Pen by MummyWriter, literature

Literature

God's Cloud Pen

When I was younger And I believed in everything The stars only existed for me In a rotating world. And God took up his inkpen, Put the clouds where they belonged Until he decided He liked the blue better. God is very indecisive, you see And he likes his cloud pen But he likes the blue And he likes the people on his earth. Sometimes God and I would talk And I would tell him a secret That I liked his clouds better. They would roll in One by one Giants on the warfront With their armor and silver lining. When they march in Now in a different decade I watch the blood spatter the window In their vicious downpour. Thinking to myself, It&rsqu

The Taste of Your Words by MummyWriter, literature

The Fictional Part of Existence by MummyWriter, literature

Literature

The Fictional Part of Existence

I paint myself in volumes And bind back the tendrils Of meadow sweet And summer orange. And every breath Is the poetry of your addiction And the fleeting touch Of illuminated letters. The fictional part of existence Is drenched in the sad sound Of your footprints in the marsh And the silver full moon. And every spun thread By spiders in the morning Catches the dew And drapes the faults. Pages strewn With the ink of ages Sit peacefully by the riverbank Returning to silt.

Watchers 126

See all

RoxanneArce

Goamsil

Jmc117

lavalamp96

Kori-andre

GhostTu1

MissVillian

MentalPhotography

psychedelicMage

Randomthoughts2015

v-espertine

PastelPaintPrincess

Watching 333

See all

ElerosseAlcarin

tinylaughs

Curryki

The-Asterismos

littlemoonboots

pigeonlovers

TheBackOfTheBook

TaterTot-Cosplay

YouInventedMe

v-espertine

Amarelle07

mismatched-misfits

fyoot

BokuranoFanclub

Deviation Spotlight

Daily Reading by MummyWriter, visual art

Daily Reading

MummyWriter

About MummyWriter

See all

Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Mar 25
United States
Deviant for 12 years
shabbychicwritergeek.tumblr.com
She / Her

Badges

Favourite Visual Artist

Jamie Hewlett. <-- He is god. Well, actually Murdoc is god (according to himself), so Jamie is the next best thing.

Favourite Movies

Titanic, Up

Favourite TV Shows

Spongebob, Project Runway, No. 6, Hetalia, Ghost Adventures, Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends, Mysteries at the Museum, Life After People, Death Note, Loveless, Kuroshitsuji

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Two Door Cinema Club, Owl City, Gorillaz, Kowalski, Death Cab for Cutie, Nightbox, Little Dragon, Tokyo Police Club, Vampire Weekend, Broken Bells, Bombay Bicycle Club, Neon Indian, Beach House, Melpo Mene, Bon Iver, and many more that don't fit on here

Favourite Books

Rise of the Ogre, To Kill a Mockingbird, The Red Pyramid, As You Like It, The Historian, Angels and Demons, The Great Gatsby, The City of Ember, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. (Plus, I collect old books!)

Favourite Writers

Emily Dickinson, William Shakespeare (duh!), Charles Dickens, Scott Fitzgerald, Harper Lee

Favourite Games

Wii Sports Resort, Wii Fit, Mario Kart Wii, Miss Pac Man, Scrabble, Monopoly, various games on www.phyard.com

Favourite Gaming Platform

*strikethrough* Favorite quotes: "To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”--"I love it when my quotes are blown up really big!"--"No pirate shall ever wear a fanny pack"

Tools of the Trade

#2 Pencils, College-Ruled Notebook Paper, Sketch Pad, Nikon Coolpix Camera, Acer Aspire One Netbook, and one really old dell laptop!

Other Interests

Sleeping, singing, eating, shopping, vacationing, playing flute, rummaging, reading, dancing (poorly), paranormal things, Ancient Egypt, Archaeology, Anthropology, Astronomy, science, Science Olympiad, acting, Shakespeare, narwhals, kitties!

Posts

See all

MummyWriter

Oct 18, 2013

hi

0 min read

*waves meekly*

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

MummyWriter

Jul 9, 2013

I've Been in Japan...

0 min read

....For the last two weeks. So hi!

Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In

MummyWriter

Mar 29, 2013

Short Update

0 min read

Hi there lovely friends! :wave: Firstly, I'd like to say a massive thanks for all the wonderful birthday messages! It was incredibly sweet of all of you and I couldn't be more appreciative! Also, I am now a licensed driver so you should probably all stay off the roads. Secondly, a reminder that NaPoWriMo starts April first! Poetry writers, get your pencils going! I'm half dreading it but half super excited to get motivated to write. I hope a lot of you wonderful people participate! Lastly, look at what Sammur-amat (https://www.deviantart.com/sammur-amat) wrote for me! :thumb361889470: She's lovely, go check out her writings! Okay goodbye now.