XavierMontague

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Sacrifice by XavierMontague, literature

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Sacrifice

The drive to Great Grandfather’s house was long and boring. The gentle hills of Southern Indiana gave way to the uniform horizon of a land retreating glaciers had scraped flat ten-thousand years before. The trees had a rosy tint as autumn crept slowly into their leaves, and I thought, with subtle sadness, that it would be the last trip to his house with the windows open. I sighed and let myself enjoy the cool September air flowing over my face. I made this drive every month, obligation and guilt driving me there as much as the engine of my car. He and Great Grandmother (we called her Nana) were well into their nineties, and they had

Pulling Me In by XavierMontague, literature

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Pulling Me In

Your lips are a heartbeat away from mine, And I can see all of creation in your eyes, And they’re pulling me in, You’re pulling me in, Your body is warm and your breath is hot, Your voice is gentle and your skin is soft, And they’re pulling me in, They’re pulling me in, Yeah you’re pulling me in, you’re pulling me in, Your words are whispers on the wind, The blood red sunset’s where we begin, Oh it’s pulling me in, You’re pulling me in, The skies on fire and so’s my soul, My heart is burning but my skin is cold, Oh this is pulling me in, It’s pulling me in now, Yeah you’

The Sun Bled Into The Sea by XavierMontague, literature

Oh Well by XavierMontague, literature

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Oh Well

Don’t cry too hard or your paper thin smile will tear, Expose your self esteem engine to everyone out there, Tattered flaps of laughs left floating on the breeze, Landing on mounds of self-loathing piled high on your conceit, It’s a miracle that you made it this far on honeyed words alone, Brittle skin cracked and bleeding exposing lies beneath your bones, oh well, You gave it up, You gave it away, And it’s all you’ve left to give, You made it up, Along the way, Now it’s the only life you’ll live, Oh well, Does it make you happy does it make you smile to see them falling to their knees, Self-image and s

How It Happened by XavierMontague, literature

Hey Love by XavierMontague, literature

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Hey Love

Hey Love, Lets watch the sunset ride the horizon like a wave, Bearing down into the sea, Of people, faces, dreams, and things, That’s always crashing over me, Hey Love, Lets watch this house of cards burn down, Let the embers fill our lungs, Kings and Queens turned to ash, A little royalty for everyone, Yeah, Hey Love, Hey Love, Let’s watch it all, Hey Love, Hey Love, Lets watch it fall, Cause all the Kings horses, And the Sultan’s Harem, Couldn’t glue this back together, Even if we let them, Hey Love, Let’s watch the fire make war on the sky, Listen to the thunder roll, Up the hills and down th

Precious Moments by XavierMontague, literature

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Precious Moments

When I was nine years old I tried to kill myself. It was a beautiful mid-summer’s day, beneath the shroud of emerald leaves that left the ground dappled in shade and golden sunbeams. The chain-link gate to the forest swung loose back and forth in the gentle breeze blowing between the boughs. Eighty-degree weather on the asphalt was merely seventy in the woods that stretched like my imagination into the non-existent borders of a child’s mind. My friend Lee and I kicked our way through the loose debris of the forest floor, milkweed plants and nettles towering over us like a second forest. My skin was the permanent bronze of young

Dust Drinkers by XavierMontague, literature

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Dust Drinkers

How parched the sun, how dead the sky, How dry this fallow ground, Holy water come to us, That blissful we may drown. -Dust-Drinker’s Prayer The body cut a deep furrow in the loose dust through which it passed. It was wrapped in rough canvas that had been stained a dull brown by the earth. Its head crested each dune like a ship’s bow broke a wave and it send a wake of loose sand behind it. This covered the staggered footsteps immediately ahead of the body, the footsteps of the travel stained man who pulled the body ever forward with the frayed rope that held the canvas to it. The wind whipped around them silently. T

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Sacrifice by XavierMontague, literature

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Sacrifice

Pulling Me In by XavierMontague, literature

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Pulling Me In

The Sun Bled Into The Sea by XavierMontague, literature

Oh Well by XavierMontague, literature

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Oh Well

How It Happened by XavierMontague, literature

Hey Love by XavierMontague, literature

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Hey Love

Precious Moments by XavierMontague, literature

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Precious Moments

Dust Drinkers by XavierMontague, literature

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Dust Drinkers

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Artist // Student

United States
Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: Indianapolis
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Favourite cartoon character: Tycho or Gabe

Favourite Movies

Children of Men

Favourite Gaming Platform

X-box 360 or PC

Tools of the Trade

Pencil, Paper, Mouse, Photoshop

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A lot of them

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XavierMontague

Oct 24, 2008

Holy Fuggin Shite!

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A journal entry! New Computer = functional Photoshop and Tablet Also = gamezor chubby A lot writing cause I'm an English major now... funny story... I was at the Herron School of Art in Indianapolis, in the Visual Communications program. That's a fairly prestigious school for Graphic Design there. Then I got pneumonia the day after Thanksgiving (I work retail at Best Buy, I'm sure some kind customer gave me more than their money). I was out for a month, cause I fluid in my lungs and couldn't get enough oxygen to walk... you know, pneumonia. Welp, that was a month of class, and I failed 9 of my 15 credit hours. To be honest, the fact that

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XavierMontague

Sep 14, 2007

The World Will Never Ever Be The Same

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And you're to blame... I am in love with my new camera. Maybe that's because I've been photographically chaste for so long. Love, real love, is sustaining me through the ridiculous work load and sleeplessness that haunts me. Please comment.