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The Black Widow
The Black WidowShe smiles,
Lovelorn DeathHe who loves must bear the pain
I’m Still Here
I'm Still HereEven after everything, I realize that
Time and Tide
Time and Tidewhat good is a day, with no hasty breeze?
The StretcherToday a boy sees a green-eyed girl for the first time
The DragonRoar, o child of wind and fireThe Dragon by Argentum-Lupae-Luna
Spread thy wings, soar ever higher
Thine enemy clasped within death's jaws
By sulfrous breath, sharp fangs and claws
A hide of gem-bright gleaming scales
Wings unfold like living sails
All heed to the mighty dragon's call
Before thy might, the world doth fall
Eyes filled with terror, they flee thy wrath
And e're to follow fear's dark path
A thousand years, mere blink of thine eye
Kings rise and fall as time flies by
Destroyer of empires past
Against you, no power is vast
Harbinger of death and raging war
Almighty, worshipped and abhorred
Yet slowly, thine strength begins to wane
Like blazing fire 'neath the rain
Alone, you lie within treasures won
Thy heart as dark as deadened sun
Shall they forget you, forsake their fear?
Leave you to die, abandoned here?
Cursed one, to fade from all memories
Vanished, thy pain to never ease
A world renewed, exchanged for the lost
Yet none alive know of the cost
They shall never hear the dragon's roar
Erased by time fore
[[DARKNESS DOMAIN]][verse1][[DARKNESS DOMAIN]] by Shayan-Nayash
Calling you from pure shadows Drinking from your light marrow
I command you to be my slave surrender and come to my cave
I take all your light in the end
Leaving you nothing for the lend
Paving my way to your good deeds
Planting in you my own seeds
Showing you the evil's creeds
So come on Die in the darkness
So come on die in the darkness
See darkness with your eyes feel the hell with all it's might
Now you've lost all your light be ready for your death rite
Now the bell of judgment chimes ready to punish you for your crimes
So come on die in the darkness
So come on die in the darkness
You always obeyed me and crushed the meek
Reached to the true darkness peak
Now Fire of the hell will leak
Now you can use no trick
See my true goal now empty human
Skinny Wordslook:Skinny Words by UntamedUnwanted
he was winterish blue eyes and an autumn scarf dressed in an stupid pink summer sweater that made no sense on a spring day. His shoes were converse, the kind of the skinny intellectual who had just enough money to buy one pair of decent shoes. she never really liked skinny intellectuals, yet did find herself considering them sometimes, in the way she considered coffee that was tongue scalding (horribly and without excuse).
it is odd then, that she still doesn't regret his monsoon flavoured kiss, the kind that made your tongue bleed with its passion, its heat.
he drew in uneasy catches of breath as he snored in the heat of the summer night, nights when she would stay up and listen to cars that passed by, pretending they were a waterfall instead of the cold harsh truth of metal against concrete, just so she could sleep as soundly as him.
she took his breathing for granted.
he spent hours lost in the dry unending silence of his typewriter, of h
Things don't MatterHer teeth chatter and her hands shake.Things don't Matter by sleepingintangles
His eyes water and he won't speak.
Interested in game and chase,
but nobody want's to take lead.
They will walk slow till the sidewalk breaks.
Two different directions they'll take,
maybe to meet again some day.
Crying on end.
telephone and all.
I'm missing you constantly and I'm scared for the fall.
I'm panicking over the reality of this.
I'm trying to control my breathing because I want to appear more okay than I am.
It's hard to pretend with you when you ask questions that you won't answer.
It's hard to stay patient when you want and I'm doing my very best to give.
I want to take you.
I want to take you and know you're going to stay.
Your mind is set and things will never change.
Things don't matter.
The martyr of loveI am still a stranger in your battlefieldThe martyr of love by Mrs-Freestar-Bul
My rifle on my shoulder, I do not mean to fight
My tears cutting the ground under your feet
You stand over my bleeding body
Your cold blade dripping your way out
You stab me, once and twice, you grin at my wounds
My blood meets the thirsty salty soil
They greet, they hug, they mate under your feet
They give birth to the wild bloody roses
Where every wound blooms once more
I hear your walk away, leaving my barren land
I pray for death to push the arrow deeper in my back
To take the last hopeless breath, the last breeze of love
Bury me where the old moon was born
Let my head rest in a land of cinnamon and honey
When the white hands arrive with their remedy
Tell them all my birds left me and flew north
I do not wish to heal, I do not pray for cure
Battered and broken, my heart left the shore
Special Effect!: Regretful Break UpNow that i've convinced that brat that she needs us to be safe, i can assume that things are going smoothly as planned. I'm ninety-nine percent sure that she has to be a Number, but i'm doubting if she is a failed Number or a Number from our little group back then. If she was one of us, she has to be Number 1, since there were only two girls: Maria and Number 1. If she isn't one of our group, then it could get pretty difficult. I'm not saying this to be offensive towards her, actuelly i AM, but i won't have much trust in a incomplete experiment. I guess we we'll have to wait a little bit longer to find out... It's not like that we noticed any sign of those scientists coming after us, so we've some spare time... I Hope.Special Effect!: Regretful Break Up by xHeeHeex
There was an akward silence in the living room around the ovaloid table where everybody that was present in the house was sitting. Maria and Sasuke were sitting on the both ends of the table, while Gaby and Toushirou were sitting directly infront of each ot
How to be an artist[How to be an artist]How to be an artist by KirtZJ
Being an artist is not so simple
Nor is it a gift to those who are faithful.
It is the easiest thing in the world to do
But also the hardest by far to have a breakthrough.
It starts with a thing that some call will.
"Where there is a will, there is a way"
You'll hear them say.
Follow it down a path, don't let it go astray.
Passion is next, but not to be confused.
A mixture of love and anger, that only you can transfuse.
Kept tight in a bottle till the time is right
Then let it explode! Giving new insight.
If by now you've decided, then you'll need some tools.
Canvas, paper, film, get whatever you can use.
Media on which you can express your thoughts and desires
For without them, you are just another with grand ideas.
If you've come this far, then go all the way.
But you must have a heart,
That is the key and mainstay.
Being an artist means you create
With nothing but creativity
And see the world through all its objectivity.
Our brushes and pens and whatever
PerfectWho am I?Perfect by KittyKatKool
I am perfect.
What am I?
I am perfect.
Perfect, perfect, perfect, perfect.
And perfection is all I know.
I can be nothing else.
I would cut, if I could.
I would cut, but it would mar this perfect skin.
I would cut spiderwebs into my snowy arms,
Along the fabled arteries in search for a heart,
And find out if I could die a mortal death.
But I can't, because I'm perfect, and perfect is all I can be.
She's a perfect little clockwork masterpiece.
You carried her in the womb for nine months.
Nine months, you devoted your body and soul to her creation,
So she'd better be perfect.
And alone in the darkness, not a single time did she kick.
Oh! Look at the dainty little key in her back!
Look at those delicate, fairy-like hands!
You can feed her!
You can walk her!
You can dress her up!
Turn the key in her back and she'll do a little dance!
She's not normal.
Poke her with a stick-
Don't get close!
See if she snarls at you.
She couldn't, wouldn't, won't, can't,
Even though she wants to.
Let's play pretendI've already been pretendingLet's play pretend by mydeviousmind
But I've kept things close to heart
I've already been pretending
But I keep myself the same
You ask me to pretend
To throw it all away
You've asked me to pretend
You've told me to pretend
Do I dare defy?
Or live with it in pain
In fear of the future
I'll just go on pretending
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