The wind was blowing a soft night breeze
Touching every leaf in all the trees.
The budding plants were moistened by evening dew
As the cycle of life spun, they opened anew.
The grass was so green, so very energetic
But something was pulling me, it was almost magnetic.
Reality was the only thing keeping me grounded
As the stars above glinted like gems, my heart pounded.
The fall night air was so crisp and refreshing
And still held the smell of that seasons threshing.
The wind rustled through the tall dense grass
And now more than ever my heart was beating fast.
I looked up once more towards the heavenly places
And breathe in slow,
Dark One
She sits in her corner day and night,
she's never known how to put up a fight.
Covered by darkness she has no right,
she turns away from people and light.
Drained and tired she cries out for life,
she was drained of her blood and killed with strife.
She's learned to live with such pain and fear,
she hopes her death is soon and clear.
Her sorrow is deep and beyond compare,
she tries to breathe but is choked by air.
Her soul is bitter and covered in salt,
the bad things in life she feels are her fault.
Her mouth is dry and she cannot speak,
her heart is broken and b
The wind was blowing a soft night breeze
Touching every leaf in all the trees.
The budding plants were moistened by evening dew
As the cycle of life spun, they opened anew.
The grass was so green, so very energetic
But something was pulling me, it was almost magnetic.
Reality was the only thing keeping me grounded
As the stars above glinted like gems, my heart pounded.
The fall night air was so crisp and refreshing
And still held the smell of that seasons threshing.
The wind rustled through the tall dense grass
And now more than ever my heart was beating fast.
I looked up once more towards the heavenly places
And breathe in slow,
Dark One
She sits in her corner day and night,
she's never known how to put up a fight.
Covered by darkness she has no right,
she turns away from people and light.
Drained and tired she cries out for life,
she was drained of her blood and killed with strife.
She's learned to live with such pain and fear,
she hopes her death is soon and clear.
Her sorrow is deep and beyond compare,
she tries to breathe but is choked by air.
Her soul is bitter and covered in salt,
the bad things in life she feels are her fault.
Her mouth is dry and she cannot speak,
her heart is broken and b
I am like Totoro in the mornings, an evil snail in the afternoons, Abed in the evenings and Ronaldo Moon at night.
Current Residence: An apartment building that smells like old cheese and death Favourite genre of music: Soft Rock Favourite photographer: James Chafe lol Favourite style of art: Anime Operating System: Windows 7 MP3 player of choice: Ipod Touch Favourite cartoon character: Scrat Personal Quote: Mistakes are the stepping stones to our future success.
Favourite Visual Artist
Hayao Miyazaki
Favourite Movies
My Neighbour Totoro
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Tal Bachman
Favourite Writers
Emily Dickinson
Favourite Games
Harvest Moon <3
Favourite Gaming Platform
N64/Wii
Tools of the Trade
A wall to bang my head against
Other Interests
Drawing, writing, cooking, painting, singing, video games, photography, dance, nature.
Wow so I was kind of an epic fail at this site. I posted a few things when I first joined...3 YEARS AGO! Then never again. I guess I just haven't been feeling very artistic or inspired at all. Or perhaps I'm just more of an art observer, who knows. Anyways still a very fun and creative site. I love seeing everyones awesome work so keep em coming!
So I'm looking at some of the work on here and it's amazing! Which brings me to the question of why did I put my junk on here?? Lol well maybe this way I will be able to get some good advice for improvements. I'm open to any suggestions so please feel free :)
-SakuraChild33