I make a lot, and I repeat, a lot of fanart. Most of them are of Naruto, Adventure Time, and Homestuck, but lately I've been drawing a lot of Homestuck. I'll take pictures when I'm back home. .-.
Ok so this is called an inside outside painting and what it is is you have someone trace you and inside the trace of your body you put things that you would use to describe yourself and around it are things to symbolize how others would describe you so for me I'm described as a fighter people say that my heart is locked in chains I've been called a monster a demon I don't give up so I'm described by some as a Phoenix and then my disconnection is the phone that isn't connected
I Thought of You Today I thought of you with love today But that is nothing new. I thought of you yesterday And the day before that too. I think of you in silence I often speak your name All I have are memories And your picture in a frame. Your memory is a keepsake With which I'll never part. God has you in His keeping I have you in my heart. In memory of SFC Miller Stephenson
My wife Sophie is a poet the poetry she writes is absolutetley beautiful! Fire Sermon Its scorching tongues seek to lick and swallow, Beckoning to join the idiot dance, Even the shadows are seduced to follow, The lure of the flames, the dangerous trance. Draw closer, closer, to the fire that wakes, And coaxes from us elemental power, Spitting their hot venom, these darting snakes, Mad with their desire to breed and devour. Between glowing promise and spiteful heat, There rides the balance in the swaying flames, Life's focus is that bright and friendly beat, The same that runs through Satan's frenzied games. The altar, warm with fire-seeds newly sown, Cradles the force that strides through Hell full-grown. Did Not Die I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle Autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush, Of quite birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. Sorrow Nothing hangs heavier than a sorrowful heart, Earth becomes bland and lives fall apart. Cries are heard by seraphs in tears, And life itself exudes the feeling of here. You go nowhere and all the colors turn dark, Life becomes existence and has no spark. So I’ll say sorry to you, Because sorrow might beat me black and blue. Starling At A Pool A starling was at a beautiful pool, Drinking the water so clear and so cool, And around the pool Many trees had grown, And through these green trees the starling had flown. In the water of the pool it did splash, And as it got wet it's feathers did flash, And it's black plumage was speckled with white, It's white flecks glistened like stars in the night. Then it tilted it's head this way and that, And the flourishing trees it did look at, And then I did hear some other starlings, And flew away with a flick of its wings. Golden Sand I Close those lids and fly away, And face my world of silken bay. Sun my nights and star my mornings, Those Nouns in my world, as verbs do weigh. My home is made of rainbow beams, And a shiny moon on top that gleams. I made that moon with a single hand, I mixed some water with golden sand. The clouds above are made of love, Love in my world is soft not rough and to break a heart is to blaspheme. My world like yours needs no vision, If you open your lids u see prison, And a life long curse supreme. Her poetry Is amazing
Everyone has their own style She told me she wrote them from her childhood. As a child growing up Sophie did not have the best upbringing sad for such a beautiful girl
Did not Die - correct name is, Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep -written in 1932 by Mary Elizabeth Frye. Golden Sand - correct name is Inner World - by Amun, written in Aug 2012 and can be found on a thread on a 3rd party website. It appears rest of the poems need a little more digging for their correct writer to be found. Your wife should watch those copyright laws
Oh god that's weird she told me she wrote them!! I'll have to talk to her I hope she didn't lie about the other few!
I've had ppl "steal" my poems before....it breaks my heart that someone else will take my hard wrk and pass it off as their own.