Homage to MallarmeAre these forms in front of me, really as I see? Let me reflect and by this vernal muse Give substance and form to fervent passionsHomage to Mallarme
Here alone the celestial star above our heads In tumultuous path
These sensations, non-descript, Only to chase maidens with soft lips Our brow forms this modern texture
Veins spread across one’s hands Clutch and compress with stringed flight Agrarian folds across the breadth Dry heat and air palpitate Certain glimpses, here, there and gone
By warped conduits of moisture.
Ancestral folds in earth’s cool t
Memories of Lost DreamsIMemories of Lost Dreams
It’s another religion,
one where they heighten everything. it takes from a lonely earth Emotion and condition But I’m the last man on the planet And then there’s a red space
I wake up Everyone’s there for once I’ve been waiting eleven years All alone The last man The last space Then when it’s night A tornado strikes up and disappears Goes around That’s where it’s attempted Then the red space comes vividly in waves Filled with empty views in a car
I come up again
Fountain of FogDissipation with elegancyFountain of Fog
In disappearance With solemn trace Plumes, arpeggios
Diminutive transitive spirals Where fountains of vapor Appear across your vision As if sound were taken before sight. Like cypresses laying across ancient fields But without watching them dance in the wind.
Somewhere near the spring What is in this fickle water that others dare not see? When looking at the terror of this nameless thing Who, that would have been to appear And softly, softly in a darker room, disappear Where do you think the mist comes
When
The IdealIdealogy is a word that is often shouted Over the rise of political motifs between people To unite or divideThe Ideal
To make due process of forces recognized Philosophies, theories, revolutions abound To learn or reject a dualistic existence Whose name do we shout in the hope of revolution?
Idealogies are substances given to a cause A revolution in thought, a restoration in meaning To a future that dispels
The causes and reforms
Attempt in our ground Between the causes of desires And pursuits of no meaning
Each person desires their world to their law
A Lifelong PathWalking along a much trodden path,A Lifelong Path
I smell the moist earth and feel a gentle breeze brush my hair. I smell the quaint smells of daffodils, daisies, and cherry blossoms. I am thoroughly pleased by these scents and stop by the path to pick a memoir.
The soft pluck resonates throughout the area as I pick what is so delicately offered. In one fluid motion, I stand tall and take a wonderful whiff of the budding yellow, and I'm embezzled with a wonderful sensation.
The stalk of the daffodil feels cool against my hot fingers, and the aroma dances in front of
Offspring of Spinning SeedsWith no sun to shine, The horizon lies at a fiery shimmer. A small breeze, Makes way to the trees causing its sway.Offspring of Spinning Seeds
Little spinning seeds, Fly off with a hope, To grow its own leaves, And tower above the surrounding Oak.
To produce its own sap, To feel the gusts that will blow, To live such a peaceful life, As Mother Maple had done so.
The progeny then landed, On the cold of the ground, Hoping to sink into the soil, And spread its wonderful wings.
With the hundreds that had fallen, Only a dozen had grown, Mor
ImpressionisticImpressionistic.Impressionistic
Green and red spin into dreams of grey and yellow - sunrise on the mountains.
Sulfurous lights enrich the near enviorment to pour into my eyes
adding paths of gold.
The bite of the wind
stimulates my nerves - cooling my body from the restless night.
Wave after wave of runoff becomes dancing obsidian, elixirs, and blood diamonds. I yearn to gather it all up.
Shadows walk upon the paths - workers on a mission;
they are merely an imprint of the day to come.
I h
light of the light
--
dA is for the literary arts, too.
You get two ^^
--
"Men don't face enemy machine guns because they're treated with kindness. They face them because they have a bayonet up their ass!" - Biloxi Blues
What drawing media have you used? Which are you pretty skilled with?
I'm not sure what to request, heh... Ever done a nature painting with pastels?
My sister can do trippy looking backgrounds, she loves to paint, so she wouldn't mind trying to paint nature.
If you want to get an idea of her art style
And Albi draws manga most often, so maybe...if you have a character for a story in mind, eh, I don't know, but this is her
--
"Men don't face enemy machine guns because they're treated with kindness. They face them because they have a bayonet up their ass!" - Biloxi Blues
I just want to say, awesome work and if you'd like to see you're feature just check out my journal.
--
Mooostache Mooootard!
---
"I am the word that speaks the man" From 'I Am The Song' by Charles Clausey
---
Icon by =chocolatebananapop
Overall, it's good, intense work that's just a little bit advanced for my usual tastes...
But that's just my opinion. n_n
--
"Which way should I go?" said Alice.
"Where do you want to go?" asked the Cat.
"I'm not sure.."
"Then it doesn't matter."
-Alice in Wonderland
--
VENI
And thank you for the submission
--
"Men don't face enemy machine guns because they're treated with kindness. They face them because they have a bayonet up their ass!" - Biloxi Blues
Previous Page12Next Page