1 July 2014
Dear Diary,
This place is haunted.
Ha! I’m kidding, it just looks like it could be haunted. We moved in yesterday, and mom came home from the store with this journal today. She says dad said it would be a good exercise and that I would hone my writing skills before I started college in the fall, but I think she just wants to get me out of her hair while she unpacks.
Yes, I’m bored, and when I’m bored, I bug Mom. She’s gotten inventive over the years. She knows how to distract me, and giving me a pink leather Journal and some colored pens is a good way to get me to leave her alone.
Anyway, more ab
Salt seas violent and crusty
An eye patch and a peg leg
Jolly Rodger flies high
Skull and crossbones sky warning
For loot and plunder I beg
Jovial songs and merriment
The flapping sails my awning
I am more than silliness
Screams from your throat rent.
Calling out to the deaf sky.
Never to leave a witness.
My sword covered in blood, filthy.
Wonderful Wolf you left us too soon.
Punishing pain, your death, in the end a boon.
Little lamb I cried at your grave.
You silently suffered, I will rave.
Little love, we’ll miss you much.
Little licks, your soft fur and your touch.
Bye baby, we’ll see you in heaven.
One word decapitates
Another will reanimate
You are despicable
And so delectable
I worship you
But I detest you
You let me fly
Bury me in mud
My body you vivisect
Only to resurrect
A haunting dirge
A hymn from lips
You are my birth
You are my death
To the people closest to me
my children, the sweet one
and my January baby,
to my partner in life, my husband,
to all of you from your mother, and wife.
As summers dusk runs to twilight,
and the night comes alive.
Bats swoop for darting insects
And laughter fills the fading day.
That’s when I find my happy,
That’s when I find my peace with the world.
The smell of freshly cut grass
And the song of the crickets
The building clouds of the thunderstorm.
My family laughs into the darkness.
And I have to chase them inside.
Dinner is on the stove and
They complain of hunger pangs.
But that is when they are happiest
That is wh
1 July 2014
Dear Diary,
This place is haunted.
Ha! I’m kidding, it just looks like it could be haunted. We moved in yesterday, and mom came home from the store with this journal today. She says dad said it would be a good exercise and that I would hone my writing skills before I started college in the fall, but I think she just wants to get me out of her hair while she unpacks.
Yes, I’m bored, and when I’m bored, I bug Mom. She’s gotten inventive over the years. She knows how to distract me, and giving me a pink leather Journal and some colored pens is a good way to get me to leave her alone.
Anyway, more ab
Salt seas violent and crusty
An eye patch and a peg leg
Jolly Rodger flies high
Skull and crossbones sky warning
For loot and plunder I beg
Jovial songs and merriment
The flapping sails my awning
I am more than silliness
Screams from your throat rent.
Calling out to the deaf sky.
Never to leave a witness.
My sword covered in blood, filthy.
Wonderful Wolf you left us too soon.
Punishing pain, your death, in the end a boon.
Little lamb I cried at your grave.
You silently suffered, I will rave.
Little love, we’ll miss you much.
Little licks, your soft fur and your touch.
Bye baby, we’ll see you in heaven.
One word decapitates
Another will reanimate
You are despicable
And so delectable
I worship you
But I detest you
You let me fly
Bury me in mud
My body you vivisect
Only to resurrect
A haunting dirge
A hymn from lips
You are my birth
You are my death
To the people closest to me
my children, the sweet one
and my January baby,
to my partner in life, my husband,
to all of you from your mother, and wife.
As summers dusk runs to twilight,
and the night comes alive.
Bats swoop for darting insects
And laughter fills the fading day.
That’s when I find my happy,
That’s when I find my peace with the world.
The smell of freshly cut grass
And the song of the crickets
The building clouds of the thunderstorm.
My family laughs into the darkness.
And I have to chase them inside.
Dinner is on the stove and
They complain of hunger pangs.
But that is when they are happiest
That is wh
I've always sucked at doing this - writing about myself. So I guess the best way to tell you about me is to tell you about what I love.
Besides the truly obvious - my family and the people in my life. (without who I'd not want to be alive)
I love Pink and Lycanthropes and myth and the paranormal. I love imagination and being able to wonder off into a world that was created from imagination.
I'm a writer and an artist. I have been these things my whole life. I'm a storyteller to my last cell. It doesn't matter if I'm telling the story with written word or visual imagery.
I am polite and diplomatic. I will never attack unless I am attacked and I detest (yes on an epic scale) drama. Don't involve me don't bring it to me don't bother me with it. I will just ignore any drama-spew in my direction.
I'm here to share and make friends and enjoy the work of other story tellers, visual or written.
Current Residence: South Africa (Born and Raised), deviantWEAR sizing preference: My name is NOT Twiggy, Favourite genre of music: Eclectic in the extreem, Operating System: 7, MP3 player of choice: iPod, Wallpaper of choice: Hello Kitty, Favourite cartoon character: Hercules, Personal Quote: If at first you DO succeed - Try to hide your astonishment
Favourite Visual Artist
Boris
Favourite Movies
Australia | The 13th Warrior | Ghost Rider
Favourite TV Shows
Supernatural | True Blood | American Horror Story |
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Kings of Leon | Cold Play | Breaking Benjamin | 30 Seconds to Mars
Hello everyone,
So good to see you all again.
Just recently I've been getting back into my fine art work. As well as tons of other hobbies of the creative variety. So I thought I'd share here as well. Since I haven't been on dA in forever.
I have been busy building a career as an author, and its still building but I do have a 7 books published with extasybooks. So I'm pretty stoked.
I write because I love it, but to unwind I spend time doing other craft and art projects, and like I said I've decided to start sharing results (of all my experimentation) here on dA again.
So hopefully I wont drive everyone nuts.
Have an awesome day Artsi
I've been toying with an idea for a few days. I bought myself the prettiest journal, but I don't journal.
I can't bring myself to write down my inner most thoughts and feelings because they are mine and I don't want to share them.
But....
It occurred to me. There is another way that it can be done.
Your task -- should you chose to accept it -- is to create a character.
Okay, so you create a character, this character keeps a journal/diary. And he/she does an entry (when ever you do) but the point is to tell a story through the journal entries. At least one entry a week.
I'm not going to make a cut off date, the journal entries can k
It has been truly crappy.
Sad to say.
We lost one of our puppies to Parvo and it was a heart-breaking death watch that left the whole family sick and shaken.
So I've been MIA for a little while and missed a couple of the DFC poems. Sammy forgave me so I feel a little better about that.
There has also been work drama, and stress, and Gabriel has been put on a higher dose of Ritalin.
So he ended up with a really bad headache on the first day of it.
Poor pudding.
As for me. I need to get my website for EA sorted out. Its way behind, but I can't find the energy to sit and write code and at this point I'm seriously considering going to
Happy Birthday my Dearest Friend Hope you have a wonderful Day full of love happiness and Joy I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas Too Dear hope both days are full of wonderful