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GhostOwl NocturneJewel
I am a prolific pagan poet and have over 1000 poems. I love rainy days and thunderstorms at night. My favorite season is Autumn, it is so full of color and beauty, inner reflection and subtle wisdom. I love the night, it is then I get most inspired and write the majority of my poetry. I have a close relationship with nature, especially reptiles. I have quite a large reptile family at home which includes nineteen geckos, seven snakes, and twelve tarantulas. They are my family. I get such a pure feeling of fulfillment from being with my reptile family.

Besides reptiles, my favorite animals are bats and owls. I also have several tattoos and piercings. My very first tattoo were vampire bite marks on my necks. I love them.

The beautiful :iconladyofgaerdon: has written a review of me as a writer. I am so honored! So this is what she has to say about my writing style:
~NocturneJewel is an intensely prolific poet, and in reading just a sampling of her work, you quickly come to realize that to be a prolific poet with work of such vision and depth is a great achievement indeed. Her style may be unusual, but it is all hers, and she is nothing but proud. Each line blends seamlessly into the next, and the fluid rhythm and potent imagery weave together into a tapestry of literary enchantment.

Current Residence: The Dark Side of the Moon
Favourite genre of music: Celtic, New Age, Nature, Goth
Favourite style of art: Nocturnal
Shell of choice: Home
Skin of choice: Reptilian
Personal Quote: Don't try to fix me, I'm not broken.
On Saturday I had a very bad panic attack that came on so suddenly. I was feeling fine one minute and then the next I had to clutch the counter inside the store I was in to hold myself up. I did manage to get out of the store, but I had trouble walking. (When my panic attacks are very bad I can't walk, literally my legs won't hold me up and I have no co-ordination to get them to work.) I asked two men walking by to help me to the bus stop, but even with a guy on each side of me, I couldn't walk well and I also couldn't get my mouth to work properly to talk.

They called an ambulence, though I didn't want them to, but I understand why they did since they didn't know me and I couldn't walk and talk well. My plan was to just sit at the bus stop until I felt well enough to go on home, which wasn't far. My attacks are very debilitating where I have trouble walking but it's only at the beginning of the attack. I knew my legs would get a bit better after about 30 minutes or so. But it is unusual for me not to be able to talk though...

I didn't want the paramedics around me and telling me I should go to the hospital because I've dealt with my panic attacks on my own all my life. Literally, I've had these attacks since I was 7 years old, and no hospital has ever been able to help me once it started. The only thing that will help is for me to get home and sleep in my own bed. By saying they wanted me to go to the hospital would be the same as saying they were going to deprive me of the only thing that would help me get better. I would much rather sleep in my own bed at home and recover quietly rather than going to the hospital and laying in some strange bed with a bunch of doctors and nurses buzzing around me and other people...I know it would not be a quiet environment at all for me to recover. But it's hard to explain all this when I couldn't talk. I couldn't even pronounce my name.

And then the police showed up...and I generally don't like any authority figure who say that they can force me to go to the hospital against my will. I feel that is justing taking away my human rights...but somehow the policeman said something like "she looks scared. Are you phobic? What is that phobia? Agoraphobia...are you agoraphobic?" I tried to say yes...I really wished I could talk well enough to ask him how he deduced this when I couldn't really tell him...

In the end the police drove me home (only about 2 minutes down the street) and I felt better in a few hours.

I usually carry my medication with me, but I forgot to fill up my pill box before I left's not something I take everyday, only when I need to.

It was a very harrowing experience for me and I talked to my family doctor and she said I should get a medic alert bracelet and so does my I will tomorrow.
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SimplySilent Featured By Owner 2 days ago

Hey there! :giggle: You've been given a deviantART Compliment! :heart: :dummy:

Hope you have a wonderful day! :tighthug:
NocturneJewel Featured By Owner 1 day ago
Aww, thank-you so much! :)
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NocturneJewel Featured By Owner 3 days ago
You're very welcome! :)
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superallison20 Featured By Owner 6 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
thanks for the fav!
NocturneJewel Featured By Owner 4 days ago
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PurpleInk777 Featured By Owner Edited Aug 12, 2014
Hi Jewel,

BUNNY CRESCENT by NocturneJewel BUTTERFLY CRESCENT 2 by NocturneJewel have been featured here

Moreover, your delightful poems - FROZEN FLAMEInto my soul the snow has fallen,
a quietude of wintery warmth that comforts me
when nothing else can, a friend silent and
sincere-she draws me outside to walk with her,
crunching blue Moonlight beneath my feet as
I cast from me Father Time and his minions,
in this Night they don't exist, only the Silence
that ruffles through the halcyon plumes that
cushion my soul from hearing too many sounds,
again another frayed nerve ricochets off me
to echo in my tears, but they are too plenty
for me to catch just like the icicles that fall
from the shivering eaves when I pass by,
I feel hollow inside and I ache like I've
met an arctic collision, but I still know that
I'm blessed when my ink starts to flow, into
the seams of my soul I gather Winter's keepsakes...
I see resting in snowy caskets memories I once loved,
I remember how they tasted seeping from the pores
of my skin-chardonnay divine and others of bitter brine,
I remember the smell of wood smoke that spirls up
the chimneys in a lonely li
A TREE IS A POEMI think I shall never see a splendor so sweetly sewn
than that of a tree for she is the Earth's living poem;
Though fair and fragrant may be these Summer days,
the most lovely is the tree who lifts up her limbs and prays;
A sap, steadfast and sweet, flows within her breast,
her amber warmth dowsing the Earth's children-we are blessed;
A nest of robins in her leafy boughs she may wear,
as for me one of her vernal sprigs adorns my chestnut hair;
She gives shade when Summer makes me too warm,
a place to linger while I enfold her solitudes into my form;
A tree is a poem created by lovers and fools like me, never fade
from me, my bosom friend, even when I'm an old maid.
July 2, 2014
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All rights reserved.
BLEEDING AMARYLLISOnce I exhaled white, a wraith of white spiraling
for sustenance, but the Daytime was too humid for poetry
-so I captured butterflies in my eyes instead,
they taught me to breathe even when the honeysuckle
twisted my lungs into an accordian breathless for some
lost melody, from season to sensitive season I shunned Day
while creaking open the spines of poetry by Night,
the Moon once asked me why I was shiveringly naked
while others clothed themselves in crusty cookie crumbs
and caffeinated lies, I shivered again and for answer
a host of amaryllis spilled out of my perennial pores,
but the Moon understood my simple symbolism and showered me
with her blooms of ethereal truths and clothed me in her
gossamer weave of Dreams until my heart exhaled white,
a spirit wholesomely kept she gifted me, a maiden clad
in petals of cream I vowed to remain, but a pungent flame
was soon to thwart my maiden's marrow and sour my cream
with a scarlet stain, bleeding from the seams of my heart
that was pierc
- are getting better and more seasoned, each time you write! :love:

Thanks for sharing your gifts with friends, here on DA! :glomp:
NocturneJewel Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2014
Aww, thank-you so much dear Tracey for this feature of Crescent and my poetry too. Your support is always appreciated. flower35 by Luckygay
PurpleInk777 Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2014
You're very welcome, Jewel! :iconhug1plz:

Always a pleasure! Sofia by KmyGraphic
TheRafflesia Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2014  Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you so much for the llama! :tighthug:
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