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 Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 2:19 pm
Um... hi! Gosh, so nervous. sweatdrop I decided, because I was completely jealous of all of your guy's art dumps and places to put your art, I felt like making one myself... I'm no great shakes at it, but at least I try. My art won't be getting up for a while because I personally don't have a scanner, but as soon as I get my lazy butt to the art room at school, you can see some of my random cave doodles that aren't very good.
My Rules!
~It's my arty place, so you have to obey my rules.
~Hard criticism is accepted but make sure it's something that is um... constructive, so that I don't go crying to my sketchbook for no reason.
~Be as polite as possible, although that's already expected of you guys from Gaia itself...
I apologize for anyone's eyes that get burned by my horrible pieces of art. Whenever I post them, a link will go here so that you can look at them all without having to run through all of the pages.My Art
Nothing yet, but there might be some tomorrow.
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 12:27 pm
I look forward to seeing your stuff! ^w^
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phoenixianCrystallist Crew
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 6:12 pm
*sets up camp & waits patiently while roasting marshmallows on the campfire*
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Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2010 4:36 pm
I apologize for the huge delay, but I can't use the scanner at school anymore... the art teacher is being mean. I shall try to get a scanner at Christmas, if not then I shall entertain you with poems...
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Posted: Fri Jan 07, 2011 8:52 am
Trust me, I (now) know the pain of not having a scanner. It sucks majorly.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 2:25 pm
Not having a scanner does stink D':
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 4:02 pm
Past Christmas and no scanner... *Sighs* I guess I shall have to entertain you with one of my horrible poems.
The Mysteries of a Broken Heart
There was once this girl
She used to mean the world to me
If only she would ask, I would give her the world.
We would come and go, not giving a care of what anyone else thought.
Just then though, she turned to me
"You're just so... horrible, go away."
I stood there and she
Walked away, so far away
Leaving me with the pieces of what was once a heart.
The pieces soon left,
Crumbling and flying away on the wind.
They left me empty, and hurting in the best
Of times.
The hurt wasn't so bad
At least I felt something.
Then, it faded and left me empty, sad,
Eventually hollow.
Whenever will I be whole?
Whenever will I ever be able to feel anything again?
Has my soul been sold?
Time won't tell me,
The emptiness has consumed my heart, leaving me
Memories of feelings I once had.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 12:50 pm
Yet another horrible poem because I can't get a scanner for my new art... >.<
We are the Forest
We are the Forest.
We have lived many lives,
We have been
Fed by Rain, Covered by Snow,
Frightened by Fire, Moved by wind.
Thousands of creatures have passed within our midst
Some, Never left.
Millions of sounds we have heard
But we cannot speak.
I am the Forest.
I have been
Fed by Rain, Covered by Snow,
Frightened by Fire, Moved by Wind.
Thousands of creatures have passed within my midst
Some, Carved their presence here.
I have heard screams and crashing of fallen Bodies.
I mourn for my brothers and sisters.
I weep
For fear of THEM.
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phoenixianCrystallist Crew
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 7:40 pm
If you have a digital camera, you can take pictures and post them that way until you get a scanner. 'Swhat I did. n_n
I'd comment on your poetry, but I couldn't tell a good poem from a bad poem to save my life... >.>;
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2011 8:26 pm
That sounds like a good idea... except that I have lost my digital camera somewhere. I might post some of the pictures I take from the new camera I got... if I can figure out how to put film on the internet... ^.^;
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 9:58 am
Hopefully I will be able to post pictures after Christmas, but for now I'm going to present something that I wrote a while ago, about the beginning or middle of my sophomore year. This is basically pure unadulterated... well... anger and emotion. It's a rant.
Why?
XXXAll anyone wants to do is yell at me... why? Why do they all hate me? I don't want to be hated, but all they do is yell, call me names, and laugh when I start to cry. Either that or lecture me on why I'm crying, when they really have no clue as to the real reason. I wasn't crying because I wanted to watch a stupid episode on the stupid internet. I was crying because he suddenly started yelling at me. I actually went out and tried to visit my friends, buy they were all busy.
XXXWhat do you expect me to do? Read? I'm tired of reading. Finish the prismacolor picture? I'll just mess it up like last time. I'm too stupid to do anything right. You tell me to stop crying because you think that I'm crying because I can't do what I want to do. Well you're wrong!
XXXI'm crying because you yell at me, because you keep saying that I'm stupid, and because you expect me to do something right after you call me stupid. Then you stop listening to me entirely, not that you ever did in the first place. You interrupt my explanation and tell me that I'm wrong or that I should be able to do a million things at once without falling into tiny bloody pieces. I take something that I want to, but then I fail because, you say I need to fix this tiny detail and no matter what I do to fix it, you yell at me about another problem with it. As I run off to fix that tiny detail, it falls apart again. You never will be satisfied, will you? How far do I have to go to be able to please you?
XXXAnother thing, why would you want to be my friend? That's a stupid notion. Even though you try to be nice, you don't force me to fix the puzzle. I need you to force me, why won't you? Stop giving me other things to do, the picture has to be finished. Stop, that's my tapestry that your messing with. Stop unwinding my mind, I'm going to break.
XXXStop rubbing salt and butter into it, don't you think I've had enough? She... she gave you my strand, didn't she? Fate, why did you give them my strand? Did they threaten you? Did they threaten to drag you out of your place of authority? You gave them my strand, my life. They ruined it to the point that I may break. I know that life is unfair, but why did you have to curse me so?
XXXA horribly bipolar brother, a terribly insane, bipolar mother, and a father who yells all too much when you get just the tiniest thing wrong. You also had to add my nature in, the one that tried to protect the innocent, the one's that are unable to defend themselves. The one that smiles although underneath the emotions are anything but happy. The one that is unable to do anything for itself when, instead of the punishment going to them, it comes to me. Why can't I just take out all these emotions and release them? Why do they have to bottle up inside until I explode from one tiny thing? I have none of these answers, I only have the multitude of questions.
XXXI'm afraid to say them aloud, afraid that someone will yell at me, afraid that someone will laugh at me for my questions. Afraid of not being accepted because of my questions. Afraid of being burned for not obeying without question. Why do they expect me to do that? I have questions that no one is willing to answer. It may seem foolish to ask but, could you give me a break? I know you know tons of people and that you've had tons of problems that messed you up but, I've had problems too. Stop trying to write off what happened to me as a "minor inconvenience".
XXXYou've never had your world split apart by a huge quake. You may have ad your world destroyed by the people you thought you could trust, but I have too. You may be wiser and had been here earlier than I but that doesn't mean that I have had no problems. That doesn't mean that I'm not already messed up. My trusting and caring nature has been betrayed too many times for me to be "just fine. Besides, the truth, just doesn't exist anymore. Everyone, they are liars.
XXXThey either lie to themselves, or to others. Some of these lies are completely harmless... or are they? We all need to break free of this circle of liars but, who am I to say this? I lie to others and myself all the time. That would make me a preaching hypocrite. Unless I add myself upon the ranks of liars who need to break free, which I do. But, I'm afraid that once I start telling the truth, people will hate me for what I really am. A lying, self serving, evil kniving serpent that is too afraid to come out and tell the world as well as myself the truth.
XXXI can't handle the truth so I have my own mind lie to me. Why do I do this to myself? There is another unanswered question. Why do I pent up my emotions so that when they finally release, I can't control them? Then I mess up and the whole cycle starts again. Mess up, insult, bottle up, anger, release, mess up.
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