This is just to say
I have stolen
his heart right
from his chest
which, I'm sure,
he was saving
for his evermore love
Forgive my theft
but his heart was
so lonely
so broken
And now he is mine forever.
Long ago, there was once a mirror of great power. This mirror, legend told, would let a child of Apollo, one who had the gift of sight, have one brief glimpse of anything they wished to see. There was a catch, however. Whoever could see into this magic mirror and view what they wished to see only had sixty seconds exactly to view it. If one was to over step these boundaries of time and magic, they would painfully turn into a pillar of salt and forever understand the curse of Apollo. In the times of ancient Greece, the chosen ones who had the gift of sight were mostly the Oracles of Apollo but not all them. After the era of power shifted
Stumbling over a beaten, root-infested path, I listen to the calls of singing birds, imagining the conversations they seem to be having. After a while, I notice something; it is a new sound that seems to weave itself into the birds' song. The noise is rushing water, and the smell of fresh fish is on the gentle breeze. Curious, I break from the path and start to climb over the cool, green mossy boulders. As I climb over the stones, the birds silence themselves and make room for the sound of rushing waves, powerful and demanding. After several minutes pass, the sound seems to change, mocking me instead of calling me. It's a drive now; I ha
Once upon a time, not very long ago, there was a fifteen-year-old girl who lived with her grandmother. No one could remember her real name because everyone had been calling her Little Black since she was four. No matter what the occasion, she always wore black hoodie. Her grandmother was the only one who called her by her real name. Little Black had a bad temperament, yet was very quiet in public; people tended to shy away from her, so, naturally, no human being would be her friend. Now, because she doesn't have a human being as a friend doesn't mean she has no friends at all. Little Black was special, and not the way that parents call th
Fate is my master,
A side upon a teetering scale.
I never knew just what to do,
But she knew it very well.
Destiny sews the fabric of time,
Embroiders a heart of gold.
One in the same, she knows no shame,
And writes a story many times retold.
Beauty is my warden,
The painter of my face.
Throughout the night she held me tight,
Wrapped in vanity's hypnotic embrace.
This is just to say
I have stolen
his heart right
from his chest
which, I'm sure,
he was saving
for his evermore love
Forgive my theft
but his heart was
so lonely
so broken
And now he is mine forever.
Long ago, there was once a mirror of great power. This mirror, legend told, would let a child of Apollo, one who had the gift of sight, have one brief glimpse of anything they wished to see. There was a catch, however. Whoever could see into this magic mirror and view what they wished to see only had sixty seconds exactly to view it. If one was to over step these boundaries of time and magic, they would painfully turn into a pillar of salt and forever understand the curse of Apollo. In the times of ancient Greece, the chosen ones who had the gift of sight were mostly the Oracles of Apollo but not all them. After the era of power shifted
Stumbling over a beaten, root-infested path, I listen to the calls of singing birds, imagining the conversations they seem to be having. After a while, I notice something; it is a new sound that seems to weave itself into the birds' song. The noise is rushing water, and the smell of fresh fish is on the gentle breeze. Curious, I break from the path and start to climb over the cool, green mossy boulders. As I climb over the stones, the birds silence themselves and make room for the sound of rushing waves, powerful and demanding. After several minutes pass, the sound seems to change, mocking me instead of calling me. It's a drive now; I ha
Once upon a time, not very long ago, there was a fifteen-year-old girl who lived with her grandmother. No one could remember her real name because everyone had been calling her Little Black since she was four. No matter what the occasion, she always wore black hoodie. Her grandmother was the only one who called her by her real name. Little Black had a bad temperament, yet was very quiet in public; people tended to shy away from her, so, naturally, no human being would be her friend. Now, because she doesn't have a human being as a friend doesn't mean she has no friends at all. Little Black was special, and not the way that parents call th
Fate is my master,
A side upon a teetering scale.
I never knew just what to do,
But she knew it very well.
Destiny sews the fabric of time,
Embroiders a heart of gold.
One in the same, she knows no shame,
And writes a story many times retold.
Beauty is my warden,
The painter of my face.
Throughout the night she held me tight,
Wrapped in vanity's hypnotic embrace.
In general, I'm very much the same as I always was. I'm still trying to figure my life out and pick a career I'm going to love, but I'll get there. A lot of my art i haven't put on here because I'm only just starting to crack the relm of digital art. I have a great interest and appreciation in many different art forms. My style as an artist is constantly changing and I like to think that that is a good thing. Current Residence: My house Favourite genre of music: I dont have a favorite. I like the song for the song, not because of the genre Favourite style of art: Animated and realism Favourite cartoon character: Pretty much any of the ATLA characters Personal Quote: I'm one of a kind. There's no one I'd rather be than me
I. Tell you something I learned about you by looking at your DA page.
II. Tell you a color you remind me of.
III. Tell you Element I think you belong to (e.g. water, fire, air, etc.).
IV. Tell you what comic, manga/anime, or video game character you remind me of.
V. Ask you a question, and you must answer.
VI. Tell you something I like about you.
VII. Give you a nickname.
VIII. Tell you the object that is to the left of me.
IX. Tell you what food/ flavor/smell you remind me of
X. Tell you to do one in your journal too
I dont like growing up :( The thought of college terrifies me, I have a little baby i have to take care of, and the thought of the future makes me so unsure of what i want to do with my life. I love Art and everything it has to offer. I've also just gotten a scholarship of 14,000 dollars to an art college so it's really a sound choice to attend that school. But before that ever happened, i was thinking of going into the medical field. I want to take care of people and be a CNA possibly or something. I just want to know what to do. I'm so indecisive that its not even funny! I just wish that there was a way that i could to both. I'm already on
Well, here's a big one... I'm pregnant :) well, it hasn't really been a secret if you've seen me but I guess I've been debating with myself whether or not to put it on DA. It's obvious which one won :p
Anyways yup, I'm pregnant. I'm 7 months as of this week so that 28 weeks along :) I'm having a little boy that we're naming Trenton :) :heart: his father is in his life and is supportive of me and our situation. The baby was planned but not for right now. He was expected years later then right now but I guess beggers can't be choosers. I wouldn't trade my son up for anything in the world and I love him :) He's due in late March and I can't wai