EmptyArt is dead.Empty by Iceona
Gone are the days when the soul could manifest
When it could pour on to a page or canvas
Leaving it red with the heartblood of the artist.
Now the pages are white.
The beating of the imagination has stopped.
Second-Hand LifeTime never stopsSecond-Hand Life by Iceona
It moves and rushes and crawls
Until one day you realize.
Then everything changes,
Suddenly that time gone by is just time gone.
Precious and intangible—like a glittering diamond in a shop window
Translucent, beautiful, but just beyond grasp,
Further away than possession
It escapes and leaves to time to catch
The breaths that mark the life the soul is only half living.
We realize our infinitesimalbility and dream better
Of living for more, but too soon the time starts again
And we don’t even notice we just continue on with this
This rush and this un-appreciation and this artlessness
And then we forget
Jace's NightmareJace opened his eyes, there had been a knock on his door. He glanced at the clock next to his bed. Four am, fantastic. As if you already weren't going crazy around Clary, let's add sleep deprivation to the equation he thought bitterly. Sighing, he pulled himself up and walked to the door, pulling his hair from his face as he grabbed the handle.Jace's Nightmare by CaitlinAB
"What do you want at..." he began to chide, expecting Alec or Isabelle, until he opened his eyes. Clary looked up at him sheepishly.
"Sorry, I, I didn't meant to wake you." He was suddenly very angry with himself. He couldn't even keep Clary as a friend. He couldn't even be nice to her. He didn't deserve her. Well great revelation, he thought to himself, cause you can't have her anyway.
"No it's ok, what do you need?" He did his best to sound light. She looked at him with the strangest expression on her face.
Dear Booth ...Dear Booth:Dear Booth ... by Aisho
I know that youve probably reading this with someone looking over your shoulder, so all Im going to say is that Ive left the real letter in your apartment, behind the picture of us sealing our first case.
Hopefully youre alone now. Because honestly, I dont think you want your current girlfriend knowing that some strange woman you call Bones is leaving you notes.
Theyre going to say I killed myself. And theyre right; in all the ways that matter, I did. But I swear never pulled the trigger.
About three weeks ago, a man named Owen Douglas contacted me. His daughter had been murdered, but hed been arrested twice for harassing the police, trying to get her case reopened. I agreed to look into it for a fee of fifteen hundred dollars. What I found was that his daughter was involved deeply involved with a cover-up involving the Director of the FBI. Shed been having an affair with him
Among my many "hats" photographer and poet rank as some of my favorites. I say poet and not author because frankly my skills run out if I try anything longer than poem (not that that discourages me..beware). But photography is my true passion. I classify myself as a nature/landscape photgrapher, but I'm ytring to branch out into portraits. |
A few of my favorite things are French (and anything France related) and wine. I don't drink wine but I find it to be beautiful and I like to use wine look-a-likes as props.
Anyways, that's all I can think to say about little ol' moi. I hope you enjoy my submissions and comments and critques are alway appreciated.
oh, and i dont thank people for favs.. but i do give you a llama
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Current Residence: Nowhere Near Reality (EI, NC)
Favourite genre of music: Rock or Country
Favourite photographer: Myself... duh (jk)
Favourite style of art: anything but portraits
Operating System: Windows 7.. It was my idea
MP3 player of choice: Archos
Shell of choice: the one i bought at wings w/ a confederate flag on it
Wallpaper of choice: anything but white (*cringes*)
Favourite cartoon character: Scooby-Doo, ATLA cast, Dark Wing Duck, Gargoyles, Little Mermaid, Iago, (the list continues)
Personal Quote: Don't make me shoot you (haha shoot as in photography shoot hahaha)